Becoming an Academy Cowboy

unfair trade

Fallenhof, which was on spring break, was quiet.

Whistling around here alone, where there are not many faculty or students, reminded me of the post-apocalyptic world.

The building was empty, the crowded streets were empty, and I even thought that it was a waste of space to monopolize all these buildings by myself.

Occasionally, homeless people like me passed by, squinting at me, feeling a sense of identity.

Those people might make me a little tired.

When I do this, I want as few people as possible to see it.

I took out some books from the library and read them in order to curse them, or to get some of the giyeon from the original.

There was a scene where one of the seniors in the original book, who was reading this book, gains powerful power and transforms into a powerful guardian.

I can’t remember exactly who he was, but he was quite courageous.

Anyway, the book now tells the story of an old man suffering from senility and dementia.

He was once an archmage who wielded great mind magic.

The only problem is that he was already over sixty when he woke up, so he was already suffering from various adult diseases, and when he achieved everything he could after the war, dementia was coming.

Now, he was being managed in a specially designed psychiatric hospital because he was a walking thought weapon suffering from PTSD, which could explode the brains of those around him whenever Alzheimer’s attacks his brain.

Anyway, when the yangban was in his sanity, there was a single line in this book that looked back on the past and read like an Easter egg.

[Believe it or not, that friend liked the baby eel song. Isn’t it strange? The great hero is a baby eel. When I was nervous or when it was time to go on a big operation, I sang softly in the helicopter while singing baby eels. If you listen to that for an hour or two, your opponent is bound to grab even that Wonjin Lee by the neck. Now that I’m this age, I want to hear the damn song he sang again.]

And he said that he sang the baby eel song hard for three hours.

An important clue from this black comedy.

[Sing it out in a loud voice and courageously in the school plaza. Who knows if the statue will act in response to the reactions of various beings. After all, the best time to listen to a song that is embarrassing to listen to is during lunch time. But where did my wife go?]

A senior in the 3rd grade, whose grades were at the bottom, saw this comment and, if he couldn’t fail like this, went to the statue and sang the baby eel’s song loudly even to his grandfather.

And he gets the sword ‘Rule Breaker’ that Lee Won-jin used and becomes a good guardian and dies while protecting the citizens.

Isn’t that great?

A courageous person gains a treasured sword and dies protecting people.

This is a myth that is perfect for a world that is perishing.

Perhaps the 2nd principal thought that a person brave enough to perfect a baby eel in a school full of students was worthy of inheriting that sword.

To be honest, I think the author just wanted to put it in an Easter egg or just wanted to make a supporting role stronger, but I have to say something that makes sense.

Does it make sense to give such a powerful weapon one sway and one full spear in the plaza?

Although many people die from shame…

However, no matter what the probability, it exists.

We must not take away the spirit of an upright yangban who knows no shame.

And even more so if the yangban is a good guardian.

Above all, I have no intention of grabbing my sword and running wild as a Sword Master.

I’m already solidifying my identity as a cowboy and all I want is to not get tired of slashing the bad guy’s throat with an iron Bowie knife.

I can’t leave a senior who might be protecting my back in the future just as a failed cadet.

If he calls a baby eel, he must also get paid for it.

So all I have to do is to take that giyeon momentarily and lift the curse on my body.

Rule Breaker, as its name suggests, is a great treasured sword that can break contracts or laws made with spirits.

It means that I can also cancel the God-given unfair contract between the ranch and the SM club.

The curse of the cutlery from the ranch and the SM club was really tiring.

If you tried to give rest to an animal dying in pain, you would have to suffer from a sense of weakness, and it was difficult to deal with an enemy with a knife.

After the curse of the cutlery on my body is lifted for a while, the sword is just a relic to me.

In addition, there is no such thing as an increase in the amount of mana by absorbing that black magic.

Then there is no need to carry it.

I stood in front of the statue of the first principal.

It was a statue of Wonjin Lee, a hero of the Great War era, who was called a national or global hero.

He promised to devote all of his life to defending the world, and while cutting everything from the other world, he never came back from the other side.

Maybe it’s still cutting.

He died without even seeing the school’s completion, but was appointed first principal and honorary tenured professor.

Because of that, there was always one empty seat left in the faculty meeting.

I sang a song in front of the statue that I would never sing in front of others.

“Baby eel turu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu eel in fresh water. Daddy’s eel turu lu lu lu lu t lu lu lu lu, the strong eel

When I was young, when my dual-income mother went to work, Won-jin Lee’s 10-year-old sister used to play this song all day, telling him not to cry.

Although his father might have felt unhappy with the eel family, where his father had been drinking and his mother had left, he would occasionally sing eel songs without thinking about it, even after he became a hero.

maybe it was engraved.

In particular, he used to chant slowly to organize his thoughts.

The second principal, who was his comrade, made a statue to commemorate him and hid the sword used by the great hero in it to contain his personal memories.

Perhaps the surviving veterans drank alcohol and roasted meat, demonstrating their modest appearance.

It was made for that purpose in the first place.

However, the heroes who knew of this existence gradually disappeared, and after the space became empty, this place was also gradually forgotten.

We sang one song, but there was no dramatic difference.

Is it because they didn’t meet the criteria of ‘Called with courage’?

I pondered over that line.

[Courage in a loud voice in a crowded square.]

Unfortunately, few people are here, and I don’t have the face to be brave enough to sing out loud here.

How do you know by magic that there are a lot of people?

Should there be an abundance of bioenergy around you?

Does it have to be human bioenergy?

I sprinkled the corn I had prepared just in case.

Since the last incident, I have become friends with pigeons.

Even without an animal communicator, corn is a good medium for conversation.

It’s not human, but it’s something that even pigeons can respond to.

Please, I wish I didn’t stage dive between them because I was so excited while singing.

“Are you thick?”

I sang softly sprinkled with corn,

“Baby eel, cute, freshwater, baby eel.”

The pigeons responded to my corn, spinning and picking up food.

And as more pigeons gather and circle around, the kneeling statue flashes.

Ever since elementary school, I’ve never believed that the statue in our school moves.

As the statue lifts up the coffin she wore, the voices of heaven around her begin to sing baby eels like an orchestra.

The baby eel sung by tenor, soprano, alto, and bass in harmony… felt like a waste of manpower.

Was this recorded or was it made by the Archmage using the magic of chords?

It would not be my mistake to feel like a waste in any way.

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Just use the magic to make this and make something else.

I kicked my tongue and jumped into the portal made in the shape of a light wheel.

The portal was simple.

It was like a gallery hung roughly to remember someone really.

If you remember the hero, it could have been made like a museum, but rather than a hall for heroes, it was more like a den of two friends who were roughly made to remember one drinking buddy.

The inside of the space was clean as if there was something to be maintained.

Occasionally the cleaning was turned on or the magic vacuum cleaner was buzzing.

I found something foreign.

“what is this. It’s a Steelfist Tag Tournament, isn’t it?”

[Some of my friends like to play old-fashioned games. These days, games make me sick or something. That friend was really Lee Ji-sun, he walked very well.]

It is the voice of a tired middle-aged man.

I looked back.

A sphere of light flashed and seemed to be speaking to me.

“what is this. You’re not a robot cop, are you talking about twinkling eyes instead of mouths?”

[Why don’t we usually ask why the sphere is talking?]

“It’s because this era is so suspicious that it’s something we can understand and move on. Are you an archmage?”

It nodded its body.

[Actually, he was an archmage. It’s like the remnants of a wizard, or the last will of an old man when he’s sane. Yongke also came here. you.]

“What did you see?”

[And he’s courageous enough to sing a baby eel out loud in front of a lot of people.]

okay. It’s not in front of people, but there’s no need to say it.

[So what do you want? Do we want the hidden goods?]

It would be nice to have, but it won’t come from here.

Because this place is literally just a space created by the Archmage.

If goods came out, they would be closer to antiques.

If someone was suffering from economic hardship, they would have already come and took it with them.

And no one will keep their goods in this uncle’s den.

“no.”

It tilted its head.

[Did you also covet the power of this treasured sword?]

“no. The master of that sword is different.”

The sphere trembled as if in shock.

[This doesn’t seem like a tribute to the heroes somehow. Ordinary people come for the enormous power of the sword or come for goods.]

“Even if you have wealth here, you won’t be able to go out and find a fence to sell it to. And it’s probably not what the original person who can’t even poop and pee with dementia wants. Isn’t this your hideout? It was, to be precise, the den of heroes. I don’t even want to mess around with it.”

The goblin chuckled.

[Is it a den? okay. This is our lair! The ultimate wife evasion space created by Archmage Pierre Sancière and even with pizza regeneration magic. Now, no one is going to come any more. I don’t know if everyone is doing well.]

Archmage Pierre awakened at an old age and founded the Fallen Hope after the war.

And shortly thereafter, he was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

Most of my friends are dead.

Or was it cut while serving as a faculty member?

It seems to have become a case of dying quickly and becoming a hero, or surviving a long time and becoming a villain.

Maybe when I made this space, I think we got together occasionally and played, but it seems like a lot of time has passed.

I didn’t bother to say that to the sphere.

[Then why did you come here?]

“I’ve only been here once. I want to see the footsteps of the heroes playing.”

[Do whatever you want. Everything here is yours. You are not greedy.]

I approached the sword.

I might be able to break my vows, or, more precisely, some unfair contracts in this place where the divine aura exudes.

I knelt before him.

As the light of the sword hits my body, the whip wrapped around my body is revealed.

The string that seemed to bind me to each other broke and disappeared in front of the bright light of the sword.

As if the incarnation of the sword was destroying the oracles given by the whip gods.

It must be thanks to the sword’s power to break contracts and laws.

[Release the side effects of Master of Whip and Rope!]

– The gods of the ranch and the SM club will cancel the unfair contract with you. Instead, they came up with a new contract!

– You can now use cutlery on living things. You won’t be as weak as before!

– Bowie Knife’s Guardian Colonel James Booi smiles at you!

Now there is no reason to lose strength when taking the life of a deer.

Seeing that scene, the sphere smirked.

[Is that an unfair contract or one line modification with that powerful weapon? It doesn’t require a lot of power, and you want me to use a knife? You’re a greedy friend.]

no. It’s just because that’s the biggest effect you can do with that.

“It has another owner. The sword is just a symbol of peace. recovery went well. old man.”

When I tried to get out of there again, Goo smiled and handed me a paper box and a beer bottle.

“What is this?” [Take it. If I stayed here, nothing but dust would accumulate. The eternal pizza box and beer bottle. It’s my masterpiece that makes pizza and beer hot forever. To be honest, I put more effort into making this than my magic wand. If you have magic, you can close and open the lid to make pizza. Unless you’re just trying to make Hawaiian pizza.]

Also, the Archmage knows something.

Hawaiian pizza is bizarre.

“thank you. old man.”

[Come back someday. Because there might be something else I can give you.]

I got out of there with a pizza box and a beer bottle.

“I think it would have been pretty good if it was in the snowy mountains. At least I won’t go anywhere and die of starvation.”

It’s going to cost quite a bit of money to party.

And Anistine could probably eat all the pizzas in the world.

Now let’s get ready to go play.

I’ll have to go on a vacation with Anistine and Adunafel.

The flight ticket to Jeju Island that I booked a while ago will definitely solve my tiring life.