Became a Myth Class Professor at the Academy

72. Final Exam (2)

“… … Not bad.”

The place where the practice was finished.

Although all was scattered, the result was clear.

＜All About Battle> The victory of the students.

To be honest, it’s not bad, it’s great.

The level of the combat doll set for this practice is approximately E-class.

If it is an E level, it is about the level of the upper grades of the academy to the graduating class.

He fought a battle doll of that level and overcame it in the lowest condition.

Of course, the process was not easy.

It was disgusting, and it was ripped off.

But that’s why it’s worth it.

Because real battle is not beautiful.

“Take a 10-minute break. Let your body cool down.”

Leaving behind the students who were panting due to the limitations of their physical strength, I came out of the classroom.

“Lit, give me a recovery potion.”

“All right!”

The recovery potion may not replenish the absorbed spirit, but it will be able to replenish the stamina consumed in the practice with the battle doll to some extent.

* * *

‘Rolled like a dog.’

Could there be a more perfect sentence to represent the students’ feelings now?

Last night, I couldn’t sleep because of a dream I couldn’t put into words.

As long as you’re just having trouble sleeping, it’s not a problem. Since he is a member of the Combat Faculty, the stamina that has been trained on a regular basis is not a big deal even if you count one night at a time.

But today was different.

It was as if he had stayed up all night in the Fedur Mountains, and his body had no strength to enter.

If it had been another lecture, the class would have been canceled, but this is Professor Lucas’ class.

I was forced to move and finally arrived in the classroom, but this is something else.

it’s practice

It really went downhill.

He forcibly got up using his weapon as a staff, threw it as if leaning on a battle doll, and then embedded his weapon.

I don’t know how the practice ended.

At that moment, when I could only see the ceiling and my head was dizzy, I heard Lucas’ voice.

“Take a 10-minute break. Let your body cool down.”

Lucas’ tone of voice was still not high and low.

Was it disappointing to see him like this, or did he not have any expectations?

When Lucas went out, he looked around and saw that the other students were also lying around with the same gossip as him.

What the hell happened to this grasco?

That was then.

Bump-

The door opened, and a silhouette walked around the classroom, handing out something.

“This is a recovery potion prepared by the professor, so drink it quickly and recover.”

It was Professor Lucas’ only assistant, Ritt.

The moment he was about to accept the potion he was giving out-

“thank… … uh?”

His whole body trembled, causing an abnormal reaction.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

A strange sound filled the classroom.

“Can I finish the rest of the lecture by drinking this? Eat now!”

No one was able to drink the potion even though it was all distributed, so Lit took a bottle of potion and fed it directly.

“Ugh!”

It was truly a terrifying scene.

His body trembled as he touched his hand.

Yesterday I remember that dream again.

It was a painful and awkward time.

10 minutes passed when all the students were ingested by Lit (?).

Lucas returned to the classroom and frowned as soon as he entered the classroom.

“Twitter.”

It was only a brief click, but it contained a lot of meaning.

* * *

After 10 minutes of additional ventilation, the muggy air in the classroom disappeared.

The musty smell seems to have disappeared as well.

This provided the conditions for continuing the lecture.

You might want to say what kind of lecture it is right after the practice is over, but there is no time like now because the appearances shown in the practice just before were struggles close to instinct.

In essence, my lectures have value in bringing their ‘instinct’ to the realm of theory.

“Do you remember the moves you made against this battle doll a while ago?”

Silence descended.

It is natural.

The spirits were sucked in and their minds fluctuated, and they moved close to struggling. He probably didn’t have the energy to remember a move that could be described as a kick.

But this time will be devoted to remembering the movement.

“The movements you instinctively used were the right things to explain the themes of my lectures on ‘zen’, ‘brother’ and ‘fusion’.”

The things that they desperately moved to somehow endure were instinctively melting the core elements of my lectures so far, so I was able to defeat the E-class battle dolls in that state.

Now, we need to organize this a little more.

“From now on, you will reproduce the movement you showed a little while ago.”

Rather than relying on instinct, it will be embodied so that it can unfold at any time by hitting it with consciousness.

At that moment, their level will grow one step further.

“It will not be difficult. You just have to refine ‘hyung’ based on what you did a little while ago.”

The faces of the students are full of doubts.

How do they reproduce instinctive movements? These were the faces.

However, the answer exists.

“Aileon, what do you think?”

“… … Available.”

just-

When they snapped their fingers, the battle dolls got up.

Astonishment crossed the students’ faces, but-

This time it wasn’t for Dalian.

The battle doll began to scramble and move like a doll with a broken thread.

At some point, he moved without strength, and then began to show desperate and pitiful movements.

The students seem to have realized what the movement of the battle doll moving in front of their eyes means.

“Your movements are recorded on this battle doll. Based on this, graft the ‘fusion’ learned in the last lecture to create your own ‘brother’.”

* * *

‘Again, again, again.’

Lucas’ task was a continuation of ‘again’.

It was not difficult to perfectly reproduce the instinctive movement.

Is the movement of my joints correct? … The movement you want continues, and how can the human body bend like this? … The desired action followed.

I missed the lecture time just to follow it completely.

“Let’s put this assignment on hold until the next lecture.”

In the end, this assignment was postponed until the next lecture.

Originally, the tasks given in the Lucas lecture had to be solved within the lecture time no matter how long it took, but this time was an exception.

Because there are so many things to prepare for before the final exam.

I had to go on a business trip to the royal family of Aerokk, and when I returned, I had to attend a professor’s meeting.

It was Lucas with a schedule where even two bodies were not enough.

Lucas left the classroom, leaving the students behind, and Rittga stepped out in front of the students instead.

“Now, fill out the rental application form here, and have them return with their assigned battle dolls. Keep in mind that you must be held accountable for any serious damage or loss of the battle doll.”

So, the ＜All About Combat> students returned to the dormitory with the battle dolls.

Now, the interest in Professor Lucas’ lectures within Grasco has reached an unparalleled level.

Of course, all the students of ＜All About Combat>, who brought even the textbooks, had no choice but to receive all the attention-

“What is he doing?”

“Dance… … is it?”

“Isn’t that a spirit ritual?”

Their actions were bound to raise questions.

Weird behaviors as if they were drunk as a group.

In fact, ＜All About Combat> students were serious, and those who had even listened to Lucas’ lecture knew that their actions were absolutely meaningless, so they tried to understand the truth hidden in it, but nothing could be known.

* * *

It was confirmed that Vedic was the only person involved in the drug in Grasco.

It was because of his ‘cowardly’ personality.

Although he had been taking it for over a year, he was eating while controlling it so as not to be excessive, and he was taking advantage of it rather than being addicted to it.

In other words, he’s a great guy.

It is said that he overcame Musik’s addiction with his own will.

‘The problem is that I thought of giving it to you after graduation.’

I immediately got a sense of why Musik was spreading in Grasco.

This guy was well taken care of, but things went awry after Bedicche graduated.

I don’t know who it was, but he abused the drug compared to Vedic, and the ‘side effects’ would have been revealed sooner too.

So, Musik must have spread in Grassco, and Grasco collapsed faster and more seriously because of the ‘side effects’.

Why is Musik called a drug?

It is precisely in this side effect.

Side effects of Musik-

It’s in the human mind.

It’s not about raising human talent, it’s about boosting your abilities relative to the demonization.

In the end, he loses his intelligence and is controlled by a ‘pharmacist’.

There’s a reason it’s called a drug (魔藥), not a drug (麻藥).

Although it is less than the appropriate amount, Vedic, who has been taking it for more than a year, is also being held in custody under Milia’s initiative in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

The problem is that you never know when this will come again.

Investigation is needed.

Of course I can’t do it alone-

“Yeah, I asked for a solo.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I have something to tell you, so I made a request.”

Aerok’s audience room.

There, Romero in his maid outfit was sitting on the throne and looking down at me.

“If it’s a matter for you to ask for a solo session, it won’t be normal. Speak.”

“I would like to ask for the cooperation of the Aeroque Intelligence Agency.”

“The cooperation of the intelligence service? Had Heinz been kidnapped again?”

Romero opened the door with a light joke.

However, this is a bone joke.

It was a kind of warning that they knew the intelligence agency of Aeroque as some sort of backstreet intelligence group.

“It is a matter of the safety of Aerokk.”

“… … Listen.”

“It seems there is a drug circulating in the market.”

It was lumped together as ‘medicine’, but Romero quickly grasped its identity.

“Do you know what the drug is?”

“It’s ‘Muzik’.”

“Muzik? Are you sure?”

Romero must have already known about Musik.

After all, he is the head of the country closest to the front with the demons, but he can’t be ignorant of Musik.

“That’s right.”

“Ignorant… … That’s a big deal. I see. From now on, let’s start the intelligence service and find the traces of Musik. As soon as I find it, I will hand over the relevant information to you.”

“thank you.”

After finishing his solo session with Romero, he headed back to Grasco without a break.

The final exams are now less than a week away.

There is much to prepare.

Instead of going to the dormitory, they headed to the office, preparing for the faculty meeting.

The Musik Gunn turned out to be a deviation from one Vedic, so it won’t be a major topic, but the story of safety devices and the final exam for the Combat Faculty will be the main topics.

“professor!”

Some of the ＜All About Combat> students came here despite the news that I had returned.

“What’s going on?”

“I would like to have an interim check.”

“… … .”

If it was, you shouldn’t have listened to it.

But the enthusiasm that has come this far is commendable.

In addition, there is a reason that the recent appearance of Musik has made his heart flustered.

therefore-

“Yeah, look.”

He did not refuse students’ requests.

They have already finished copying the action.

Now it was in the process of fixing it into a complete ‘older brother’.

I am at a loss as to whether this part was more difficult than I thought.

It’s not much different now.

I can’t help but feel frustrated, and I’m on the verge of tantrums.

The real danger of musik is approaching, and there is a reason why I am impatient as the life time shown in the notification window is getting shorter and shorter.

It’s hard to control your emotions.

When that anger is about to go out-

[A new notification has arrived.]

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All the annoyances had subsided, and peace of mind returned.

“Am I doing it right?”

“No, do it again.”

Peace is peace, mess is mess.