I Want to Save Academy’s Terminally Ill Fool

“Likes.”

“refuse.”

“Likes.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Likes.”

“You are a student and I am an instructor. Don’t cross the line.”

“good…”

“Don’t say shit, okay?”

“Likes.

“…I feel really bad, so don’t talk nonsense.”

“It’s a waste of time and money invested in you. You’re a useless child who can’t even achieve this level of results.”

“Father, just listen to me for a moment..!”

“As of today, you are excommunicated.”

“How is my physical condition?”

“…I’m going to die soon?”

Even I, who played for 23,000 hours, couldn’t figure out why he turned black.

This was the moment when I finally realized.