Choosing the All-Rounder Position
Exactly at 8:30, a woman in office attire stepped into the classroom.
She was a hunter who Kang Seojun had replayed countless times while playing *Grand Hunter Academy*.
She was Kim Joo-hee, the homeroom instructor of Class 1-A at the Korean Hunter Academy.
She too was an A-rank hunter with stats on par with Seo Eun-ha and Park Seoyun.
The moment Kim Joo-hee entered, she gave a quick self-introduction and presented today’s schedule.
The cadets’ schedule today was straightforward.
They were to choose their weapons for training and then select their positions.
Following Kim Joo-hee, the entire Class 1-A moved to the Academy Auditorium.
It was, quite literally, an armory.
“Whoa.”
“Ooh.”
A low, admiring murmur rose from the group at the sheer scale of the place.
“Call out your number and name. Respond in unison, step forward, choose your weapon, and take your seat on the opposite side.”
Kim Joo-hee glanced at her cadet records and called out the first number.
“1. Kang Seojun.”
Unsurprisingly, number 1 was Kang Seojun.
Kang Seojun answered in his hoarse voice, “Yes, 1. Kang Seojun.”
He had been standing near the back, so he had to push through the crowd to reach the front.
*Thump-thump-thump!*
The cadets slid away from him as if he carried some plague, giving him a clear path.
“Ugh…”
“Don’t… touch me…”
“I’ll move—!”
“Kyaa!?”
Even the girl whose collar brushed his shoulder let out a startled scream.
Thanks to this, Kang Seojun walked forward without any hindrance.
“Choose your weapon.”
Kang Seojun had already decided long ago.
He lumbered toward the rack holding the weapon he wanted.
It was a magic staff.
Without hesitation he lifted it.
As Kang Seojun leaned on the magic staff, *thump-thump-thump*, he headed toward the seats on the opposite side. The cadets began whispering among themselves.
“A magic staff? He’s a mage?”
“No, he got an F-rank in the last measurement.”
“What? Then why choose a magic staff?”
“He just picked it for walking, right?”
*Hah!* “That tracks.”
“The guy in the same group with him. Poor bastard.”
“You could be that guy.”
“No way.”
“…”
Kim Joo-hee, having seen the F-rank power record listed in Kang Seojun’s file, tilted her head in confusion.
“Kang Seojun. Are you sure this is the right choice? Verify your weapon selection.”
Originally, the Korean Hunter Academy was not a training institution but a selection agency. Mistakes were the cadet’s own responsibility.
Such leniency from Kim Joo-hee was highly unusual.
It was because Kang Seojun’s choice had left both instructor and cadets utterly bewildered.
A person with no usable magic power choosing a magic staff—it was the equivalent of a gun with no bullets.
Should he use it as a club?
Or did he truly need a staff to walk?
Yet Kang Seojun’s reply was filled with absolute conviction.
“Yes. That’s correct.”
Kim Joo-hee, seeing the iron will in his voice, decided not to question him further.
His willpower was already A+ grade. There was no sign of surrender.
He must have his own reasoning, she figured.
“Good. Next. 2. Kim Gun-mo!”
Weapon selection concluded in rapid succession.
Sword, spear, bow, magic staff, crossbow, longbow, staff, whip—every minor weapon imaginable.
Class 1-A’s choices covered an exceptionally wide range.
Jin Serin picked a spear, Park Sinhu chose a massive greatsword, and Lim Chaewon took a longbow.
The last cadet in Class 1-A selected a sword and shield, ending weapon choice.
“Then comes position selection.”
Kim Joo-hee pressed a small remote control in her hand. The smartwatches on every cadet’s wrist chimed in unison.
“Check your smartwatches. Positions apply to both team missions and inter-class battles—keep that in mind.”
The moment the watch interfaces appeared, a position selection window floated before everyone.
Fighter, Tanker, Mage, Shooter, Supporter, Jungler…
And the all-encompassing All-Rounder.
*Beep. Beep. Beep.*
Each position fluctuated in number.
Positions would be assigned identically during inter-class battles, so the class composition had to be carefully considered.
Cadets who could handle any role would study the balance and choose accordingly, while those specialized in one area would simply pray the numbers aligned perfectly.
No one chose the All-Rounder—except one.
*Beep.*
“Eh…?”
The number climbed higher than it should. One cadet let out a dazed sound and scanned the room.
The surrounding cadets reacted the same way, eyes darting in search of the culprit.
“Who is it?”
“That creepy guy. Just swap it.”
“Ah, it’s a real test. Stop messing around.”
No academy cadet dared select the All-Rounder. Even the candidates for valedictorian—Park Sinhu and his peer Jin Serin, and the promising Lim Chaewon—resisted.
Choosing All-Rounder meant random position assignment every exam. Extra points came with it, but no one pursued the gamble.
The reason was obvious.
No one was truly exceptional in combat, magic, ranged combat, team protection, support, scouting, or command.
Worse, the risk fell entirely on the chooser and their team.
Positions could randomly become the weakest link, and the class composition could collapse.
That was why Class 1-A was desperately searching for the troll.
The All-Rounder was, in truth, a position created only for some legendary genius or, at best, a formal trap.
“Quiet.”
Kim Joo-hee silenced the noisy cadets.
She swept her gaze across them and spoke.
“Confirm that your position selections are correct.”
It was the same warning she had given about the All-Rounder.
She knew who had chosen it.
Kang Seojun.
He, however, was lounging without checking his watch.
Kim Joo-hee raised her voice in warning.
“Confirm every single position. I will give no further warnings.”
No further changes appeared.
Finally, Kim Joo-hee sighed and looked straight at Kang Seojun.
“I will begin with number one. Kang Seojun.”
“Yes.”
“Any issue with your position selection?”
“None. All-Rounder. No problems.”
He declared it openly.
The cadets’ faces drained of color.
“Whoa. What?”
“Haa… fuck…”
“That crazy bastard? Is he serious?”
The murmurs grew louder. Kim Joo-hee tried to restore order.
“Quiet! Quiet!”
She looked at Kang Seojun with grave eyes.
“The academy is not a training institution but a selection agency. You alone bear responsibility for your choices. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“And that your choice may harm other cadets?”
Kang Seojun spoke with complete certainty.
“Such a thing will not happen.”
“…”
Kim Joo-hee stared silently at him, trying to determine whether he was joking or serious.
She had already heard the story from a senior instructor.
During entrance exams, his group had one impressive stone—some sort of hidden-piece. Even with mediocre stats, the willpower suggested he would show something impressive.
‘It seems he’ll show something.’
To Kim Joo-hee, however, it looked more like reckless bravado than pure willpower.
“Last question. Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
A chorus of soft sighs rose from the crowd at his firm reply.
Those sighs appeared before Kang Seojun’s eyes like chat logs.
“Haa… pure luck.”
“What kind of crazy bastard…”
“I’ll need at least three real exams to fail…”
“If I end up in a group with that weirdo, I might as well fail too.”
“He didn’t even choose a decent weapon, and now the position…”
“Is he trying to destroy the entire team?”
“Don’t worry. Looks like he’ll fail by the end of the first semester anyway.”
“Please, that would be great…”
Over 90 % were filled with resentment.
[The Sympathetic Hermit Constellation is donating dimensional currency as a token of comfort.]
Kang Seojun felt no need for comfort, but since he had already received it, he kept his expression neutral.
*Rustle-rustle.*
Kim Joo-hee decided not to ask further.
“I understand.”
As she had said, this was a selection institution, not a training one. He had already been given more than enough opportunities.
*If I specialized in a support or jungle role with my willpower as the main trait, there might have been at least a sliver of a chance…*
With support or jungle, Kang Seojun’s stats would have allowed several viable options—clearing trash in the team’s path, holding a position as a human ward, and so on.
‘They really don’t believe me.’
To Kang Seojun, whose reactions were flooding in real time, it was merely sad.
*Even if I didn’t choose All-Rounder, any position would have left me as a burden.*
Of the viable roles, support and jungle were the only ones where his current specs could shine.
But even then, he would barely scrape into the middle ranks, and that was not his style.
Such a path would never grant him the Fruit of the Sun.
This concept was extreme late-game carry.
High risk, high reward.
Positions could not avoid that risk.
Of course, he had not chosen All-Rounder without a plan.
*I have memorized every single academy exam.*
He was a veteran who had already tested every position in every test.
All-Rounder was, in effect, the position made for him.
*Whatever position I get, I’ll adapt.*
Fighter, shooter, supporter—whatever the assignment, he possessed the abilities and information to fulfill any role.
By the end of the first semester alone, evaluations of Kang Seojun would change dramatically.
His specs, of course, would only grow stronger the more he prepared.
And after completing the entire academy curriculum—
*Eat the Fruit of the Sun, achieve extreme late-game carry. A blissful life in this world.*
While everyone else sank into sighs and lamentations, only Kang Seojun smiled with quiet anticipation.