Became a Teacher at Monster Academy

14 – 4. Monbung meets students (2)

Humanity is weak.

I’ll say it again, humanity is truly a weak being.

Of course, you might wonder whether superhumans who can run as fast as a car in their previous life or who use magic strong enough to blow away an entire building, such as a building, are really weak.

But compared to those monsters from the heavenly world, the demon world, the water world, and the alien world, it was like that.

The best of humanity.

The ‘knights’ who dealt with fighting and the ‘wizards’ who dealt with magic were mere beings who wielded insignificant power compared to their warriors and wizards.

It was because their innate physical abilities were different, because the amount of innate magic power was different, and because they were born that way in the first place.

It was the same for me too.

If I were to express my grade in Monaka style, it was clear that it would be rare.

23 years since reincarnation.

10 years of rolling on the battlefield.

Even though all I have seen so far is that there are only a handful of people who are better than me.

Even I, who was reborn in the body of Ern Bachard, who possessed talents that could be considered the highest level of humanity, was only of that level if you look at it objectively.

Of course, I’m not boasting, but I could say that I was at the upper level of rare level and had trained very well.

It’s not that I wanted to train so hard, but it was more like I did it because I wanted to live.

Anyway, in the end, I was able to say that I had achieved all the critical stats and had the final level of rare level specs.

Even for me, it was amazing that no matter how rare you were by birth, if you trained well, you could somehow compare to the super rare class you were born with.

If there’s a problem.

If I were the best of the very few best of humanity…

The person I could compare myself to was just one of those relatively common talents.

Of course, even for them, the rare level is probably not very common.

It can be said that warriors, wizards, and well-known names are rare.

However, it was by no means a number so small that you could count it with both hands.

Those at the highest level of humanity can be considered to be slightly better than average by their standards.

Even more so.

Even if it’s super rare, it’s not all the same super rare.

Among them, there were a number of them that boasted terrible performance that was no less than unique.

Among the students who entered school this year, there are five of them.

anyway.

Even if I were to say that it was a super rare level that I could compare to, it was only barely a hair’s throw away from super rare level.

So, there was no way there would be a fight.

As for humanity, only the very best could stand against them.

They are full of things… To put it in Monaka style, while the uncommon-level soldiers who are not even in the normal-level axis are the ones who can easily tear apart our soldiers, taste and enjoy them.

To stop their uncommon attacks, we had to have our most elite troops, knights and wizards, rush out.

But most of them, to put it in Monaka style, were normal graders with the highest tier being rare.

There was no way that a fight could take place while the best of humanity, who had trained their fighting spirit and magical powers for over a dozen years, were unable to move even when faced with several of their uncommon-level soldiers.

There was an overwhelming difference in force that could not be resolved even in the areas of tactics or strategy.

And, what made up for the limitations of humanity… was the existence of the Magic Armor.

A window to humanity.

There was a reason why it was called that way.

And, the method of making such magic armor was relatively simple.

First of all, I needed something called a magic core.

As for what the magic core is… it would be nice to think of it as a kind of power generation engine.

The organ that generates the magical power necessary to move the horseless carriage and golem that I rode on my way to school was a type of magical core.

Of course, the magic core used to operate such a simple mechanical device was only a small thing compared to the item used in items such as magic armor.

If the magic core needed to roll a carriage carrying people was the size of a fingernail, the magic core used to roll the magic armor needed to be at least the size of a fist.

Since such a magic core cannot exist in a natural state, in order to fix it, numerous wizards had to process the core until it exploded.

Anyway, if a magic core at least the size of a fist was prepared.

Now a knight was needed.

It was natural.

Magic Armor was an item that only knights could wear.

Well, those without speculation…

This was because, unless you were a being whose physical strength and regenerative abilities reached that of a ‘superhuman,’ you would not have been able to handle this magic core in the first place.

Although wizards can create magic cores, only knights can actually use magic armor using the magic core.

If the magic core and the knight were prepared like that.

First, the prepared knight’s chest had to be split in a kawaii way.

There was no choice because the magic core had to be driven into the knight’s core, the heart, the source of speculation.

Yes, that’s right.

The magic armor was a magic tool, but at the same time it was a simple implant and an unreasonable item.

I wonder if it can be said that it is simple to undergo major surgery to insert a fist-sized magic nucleus into the heart.

Throbbing…!

Still, the effect was certain, so I could handle it.

It was even more strange that a magical core similar to a nuclear fission power plant from a previous life was inserted into the heart of a healthy person, but it didn’t hurt.

Moreover, the result was that the side effects were bearable.

ㅡKuwaaa!

Nemesis was seen making a hasty evasion to avoid splitting the sky.

At best, the sword of a mere human knight.

There was also a dragon desperately twisting its massive body to avoid a sword that was only swung from hundreds of meters away.

It had to be that way.

In exchange for the tremendous pain in the heart, humans have finally become able to reach them.

If used on a golem, a large magic core that can create a giant golem capable of destroying a castle wall on its own is driven into the heart.

The magic core was forced to amplify the speculation that could already be used dozens of times.

It is equipped with full-body armor that allows it to deal with the fighting that the poor human body cannot handle.

With that, the magic armor is completed.

Knights have become the window to humanity.

and me.

Ern Bachard was the leader of such knights.

If I ‘dodged’ with all my might, I raised my sword once again towards Nemesis, who somehow managed to avoid the swing of the sword.

A fierce, amplified spirit once again surged through my sword like a blaze.

Kiiiiiiiing!!

In order to let out such speculation, the overused magic core was pounding into my heart instead, and I felt pain as if my eyes were rolling over.

It’s worth holding on to.

It was just a pain that I had already felt countless times.

“Split the sky.”

Second, the blade of speculation that I swung once again hit the black dragon that had brought destruction to my bank account balance in my past life.

While looking at the falling Nemesis, I removed the magic armor I was wearing.

Churrr!

Magic armor that is folded tightly and worn in the form of a road belt.

The core was embedded in the heart… a magic core that had assimilated into the core, but the armor part, which was like an external part, was like this because it was worn on a belt.

anyway.

It’s been only a few months since I’ve dealt with the magic armor… and since Raysonia, who had been supporting the knights and spears of humanity, doesn’t even exist, I felt a bit of a burden on my heart.

Still…

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With this, Nemesis would calm down.

Nemesis was constantly picking fights with the teacher, but that was only because the teacher was a very weak human being in his opinion.

Now that I’ve been pushed out of power, I’m sure you’ll listen well.

Of course, I don’t know what will happen since I used force instead of the proper Nemesis strategy.

Nemesis, who realized through the teacher that strength is not everything in the world, has now disappeared forever.

…Of course, I can’t remember the proper strategy for Nemesis anymore, so I had to accept that.

This would be better than trying to figure out strategies you don’t know.

“Huh, Marquis… she just…”

“It’s a colorful dragon, so it’ll be okay. “I controlled my strength properly.”

Nemesis’ type felt like a tank firing a barrage of fire from the rear.

It has strong firepower, but is also extremely sturdy.

A slight cut wouldn’t have helped.

“Rather than that, it would be better to prepare to welcome other new students.”

Even before the entrance ceremony began, the freshmen, who suddenly got hit and saw the falling dragon, were seen with dumbfounded faces, wondering whether they should come in or not.

Of course, it was the nobleman who was worried.

Oh so soso.

An eerie feeling running up my spine.

I have felt this feeling countless times on the battlefield.

Because it was that kind of gaze that seemed to be targeting prey.

And, I was able to see the identity of that gaze.

“ㅡㅡㅡ”

I don’t know what it is, but I saw Aurora with an ecstatic expression on her face, twisting her body and sending out her tentacles in all directions.

It wasn’t just Aurora.

Kairana, who is as crazy about battles as Nemesis, I don’t know why she’s wearing such a normal school uniform… I also saw Serena, whose school uniform was modified to look even more gyaru-like than the existing Monaka.

Also, Arachne Princess Turatina, the next generation true ancestor Ruminas…

…Even at the super rare level, I felt that all the top level guys were only looking at me.

“……”

I really want to beat up school.

With that thought in mind, I put the sword back into its sheath.