episode_0017

Chen Mingmei was truly a Chinese person.

He was a citizen of China and a national citizen of China. He was a man of great pride who took pride in being a civilized citizen of a great country and prioritized respect over utility.

“It is Hwa’s duty to educate Lee. I will be your big brother.”

Also, he was a crazy guy who proudly spouted absurd nonsense.

I was so dumbfounded that a retort came out without me knowing.

“Big brother? You’re a girl.”

“It’s not about titles. It means that Ah will lead you.”

There was no clear-eyed madman.

The shaking eyes became calm, the cowering posture became upright, and there was not even the slightest hesitation in the voice.

It’s like someone who has achieved enlightenment. I could feel the clarity unique to someone who has surpassed themselves and overcome walls.

“Mingmei, you’re weaker than me, right? Your personal training score is also lower than mine.”

“Then would you like to try it?”

“what?”

“Go to the sparring room.”

Before anyone could reply, Mingmei took the first step. It was truly a resolute and majestic step.

After thinking about it for a while, I just followed along.

I think it would be quite fun to spar with Chinese using the spear techniques I learned from Chinese, and I’m also curious about what they’re trying to do.

So, Chinese guy and I headed to the sparring room together.

[Precautions when using sparring room]

[To prevent accidents, sparring between students must be accompanied by an observing professor.]

[Permission to use the sparring room can be applied for on the academic website.]

I had to return to the training ground in shame because I did not receive permission to use the sparring room.

Mingmei’s face turned bright red. Even my ears are red and feel like they might explode at any moment. It looks like he was embarrassed because he lost his voice while talking seriously.

I patted Mingmei on the shoulder and said with a smile in my voice.

“What is it, should we do it next time?”

“Okay, I’ll leave the application for you. I’ll also ask you to visit the professor, so get ready and wait.”

It’s a bit pitiful that he’s trying so hard to speak calmly as if nothing’s wrong.

But now that I think about it, he’s a Chinese guy, right? I don’t think there’s much need to feel sorry for him.

“Well, the sparring is over, let’s eat! I’m a little hungry.”

“I think it’s a good idea!”

“Are you okay with Chinese food?”

“I’m not a Chinese guy you know—.”

“No, let’s eat Chinese noodles. Jjajangmyeon and Jjamppong. When I’m hungry, I eat Chinese noodles.”

“Ah, I see. It is said that if the body gets sick, the mind also gets sick, so it is also the duty of a brother to take care of his hungry brother. If you want to eat something, I will give it to you.”

“You’re buying it for me?”

“Yes.”

The advantage of academy students is that there are a lot of them with money. Aren’t they talented people who come from many countries around the world to become heroes?

Except for a few students who were admitted through the socially considerate system, most of the children were basically able to afford to study abroad. So the cost of food won’t even be a burden.

“Then can I order it with soy sauce?”

“You can choose to your heart’s content. It’s okay to fill a table with delicacies from the mountains and the seas, taste only one and then throw it away.”

“What a waste of food Evande.”

“….”

I don’t understand the Chinese culture of leaving food behind.

You uncivilized bastards.

I didn’t think there would be much point in asking a Chinese guy for the menu, so I just ordered two black bean noodles and one sweet and sour pork. If you don’t want to eat Jjajangmyeon, you’ll just eat sweet and sour pork.

Delivery came quickly from the academy as well. Is this a violation of the school rules? I’m not sure.

While Mingmei took out the card and calculated the price of the black bean noodles, I tore open the sweet and sour pork and poured the sauce on it.

Mingmei, who belatedly saw this, tilted her head.

“Hmm? There was sweet and sour soup.”

“Sweet and sour pork, bastard.”

“Korea’s tangchurizi, unlike its counterpart in the other country, has a strong sweet taste. Ignoring the harmony of flavors and only looking for sweetness in the mouth, it is truly a food worthy of the Yi people.”

Mingmei, who was talking nonsense, tore off the wooden chopsticks and ate a piece of sweet and sour pork.

Then, as if savoring it, he closed his eyes, munched, and swallowed it.

“It’s hot.”

This is ridiculous.

Chinese guys are famous for dousing their food with sugar and spices, so why are they saying that sweet and sour pork is sweet?

“If it’s sweet, don’t eat it.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t delicious. It just lacks depth compared to the deep-rooted tangchurizi of the country.”

“The Chinese are judging the Chinese….”

“Is this jjajangmyeon yours?”

Mingmei ignored my dumbfounded reaction and began to tear off the black bean noodles and rub them together.

I also quickly sat down and ate some black bean noodles. It’s a soybean paste.

So we sat like beggars in front of the training ground and ate black bean noodles. Jjajangmyeon was delicious.

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Almost a month has passed since I became possessed at ‘Avalon Academy’.

In fact, only about 3 weeks had passed, but that was how I felt. This is because I have been very busy taking lectures, training, participating in clubs, and dealing with racial discrimination.

Still, it was a worthwhile time. Except for the time I heard a sermon after making a black joke at a passing vice principal.

To be honest, I think it’s strange that there is someone who can resist calling a black person with angel wings “black satan”.

Anyway, today is going to be a worthwhile day. A simple black joke was planted in the student newspaper to be distributed today. Senior Andy will take care of it, right?

All I have to do is listen carefully to the lectures.

Today was the day of the lecture in the Department of Tactics.

“It’s been a while. I saw you all on the day of the basic skills test, right? This is Professor Friederike Müller. I am a professor in the Department of Tactics.”

Professor Friederike was a very wealthy-looking woman. The buttons fastened up to her neck, the neatly folded collar, and her short hair cut in a straight line above her shoulders made her look more elegant.

The pure white shirt was spotless, and the black suit pants were not wrinkled at all.

Because he was dressed so neatly, I even got the impression that he was paranoid. There was an atmosphere that made people nervous.

“There are probably some students among you who question the need for a tactical department. The war against the Gate is a war between some superhumans, and heroism is ultimately maintained by the sacrifice and dedication of some iron humans. So, it is personal rather than tactical. Growth and discipline are important—there are probably many students who think that way.”

Several students nodded in agreement with Professor Friederike’s words.

The professor smiled brightly and continued his lecture.

“However, even if it is a war led by a small number of superhumans, tactics are absolutely necessary. This is because our war is a war for protection, not destruction.”

I said, poking Suho, who was sitting next to me, on the arm.

“Suho. They say it’s a war for you?”

“shut up.”

You are decisive.

The tactical professor continued his lecture whether I was joking with Suho or not.

“The methods and aspects of war have changed over time, but there are some things that do not change in its essence. For example… Oh, I would like to hear some of the students’ opinions here. Is there any student who would like to talk about what comes to mind when they think of war?”

In response to the professor’s question, I raised my hand.

The reaction speed was one beat faster than all the other students.

“Yes. Would the student who raised his hand want to speak?”

“It’s an all-out war. More radical and all-out than you can imagine—”

“—Yes! I heard you right!”

For reference, Professor Müller is German.

The professor quickly interrupted me and changed the topic, breaking into a cold sweat.

“Big. Yes. Like just now, I think each student will have something that comes to mind when they think of war. The important thing is to know the enemy and prepare countermeasures against it. ‘Knowledge’ does not simply mean learning knowledge and gaining experience. . Knowledge is an act, an organic and practical interpretation of battlefield signals. If you know your enemy and respond in advance, you can save far more lives with far less sacrifice.”

Perhaps because he was embarrassed, the tempo of the lecture was slightly off, and the professor, who had maintained a steady rhythm, spoke a little faster.

It wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t understand the content. It’s just a little funny.

Some students who understood the all-out drip were already giggling.

“Therefore, knowledge of tactics is useful when dealing with monsters, but… the moment when tactics shine the most is when dealing with fellow humans, right? Because ‘heroes’ have to deal with not only monsters that pop out of the gate. Villains, mines, Terrorists… You will be dealing with many threats, and among them, there will inevitably be malicious people who will use your ‘fame’ as a weapon to exploit them.”

But soon the giggling gradually diminished.

This is because Professor Müller’s voice was gradually becoming heavier. The voice that was as heavy as a shadow was suddenly holding onto the students’ ankles.

It’s not a metaphor. This… It was an ability. A type of supernatural ability that spreads voices through shadows.

“So… I’m going to teach you how to deal with people.”

The shadow crawled like a snake and spread all the way to the students’ necks.

Before we knew it, our lives were in the hands of Professor Müller.

Professor Müller, holding the student’s leash in his hand, declared in his still very straight voice.

“Exactly one month later, Class A will face classmates from other classes. Class A will face Class F, Class B will face Class E, and Class C will face Class D. These evaluations will take place simultaneously, and strategically It is also possible to unite with or disrupt the class.”

It’s a counter war.

This was one of the main events in the game. And, strangely enough, I thought about the ‘main character’ in the game.

‘If it’s class F, it’s the class with the main character.’

Apparently, this time it will be strongly tied to the ‘main story’.

For me, it was something that was extremely horrifying.

‘Class F must have been directly affected by the update… ?’

Amputation of limbs. Haredi. Fish (Black).クレイジーサイコレズ… .

Because a lot of idiots who have become victims of this sick game will appear.