Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Entry into Prynar Academy
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Silence and stillness filled the room.
No one opened their mouths.
It was so quiet that even breathing seemed noisy.
In the midst of it all, only Yedre was moving.
What... what the hell is that?
The spectators—no, everyone here, instructors included—desperately needed an explanation.
What just happened?
What’s with that pool of blood?
What happened to the dragon’s corpse...?
Their thoughts couldn’t catch up to reality.
Once understanding finally did, horror crashed over them.
"Wha... what just..."
"Did the dragon... explode...?"
Very few had actually seen Yedre’s sword strike clearly.
Kang Geom-il was one of them.
Gulp. Kang Geom-il swallowed hard.
Yedre’s sword was fast.
Above all, it was overwhelmingly powerful.
'What kind of slashing power is that...?'
The instructors—and even Kang Geom-il himself at full power—hadn’t been able to completely destroy the corpse.
Yet Yedre had sliced through that dragon’s corpse like butter, without a hint of resistance—a barrage of slashes so intense it could be mistaken for an explosion!
Kang Geom-il had never underestimated Yedre, not even once.
And why would he? Even if that Kaiz hadn’t gone all out, the fact that a fight had happened at all was impressive enough.
Plus, regardless of the circumstances, Yedre was presumed to have subdued Prostia, so there was no way to look down on him.
That perception had been a mistake.
He’d thought he wasn’t underestimating him, but deep down, he’d still belittled Yedre’s strength.
He hadn’t even begun to grasp just how extraordinary that feat against Prostia truly was.
'No Outsider I know could do that.'
Assumptions and reality were worlds apart.
When the fantasy he’d merely pondered became cold, hard fact staring him in the face, Kang Geom-il was left speechless.
'It’s just a guess, but he probably dumped all his skill points and stats into attack skills. So how’s his defense...? Where the hell is his limit?'
Everything was speculation.
Yedre had already surpassed common sense.
Nothing could be guessed.
Was that even a skill to begin with?
Even he, a top-tier Outsider who’d gathered every scrap of training info, didn’t know of any technique like that.
The junior he’d seen as hopelessly beneath him now loomed like a giant.
Kang Geom-il gulped again.
The horror wasn’t limited to the skilled ones.
Naturally, it spread to the students as well.
Laiyet was among them.
She’d warned that Flat might do something reckless and seen Gold on guard... but now she was at a loss for words.
'What the hell is this?'
Laiyet had experienced firsthand just how tough the dragon’s corpse was.
She’d been one of the genius students involved in Blurt’s inter-academy event for trainees.
She’d cast magic directly on the corpse and understood how utterly out-of-spec dragons were as creatures.
None of her proudest methods had worked, and even her admired seniors and instructors had struggled.
If she hadn’t realized the dragon’s greatness firsthand, she might’ve just thought it was an impressive sword strike.
But having experienced it herself, the scene felt like a nightmare.
Sliced in half with one strike, and the chunks of the corpse gone after two.
If dragons were out-of-spec creatures, then what was this guy?
How should she describe this man she’d ignored and picked fights with?
She couldn’t comprehend it.
His strength. His actions. His mercy that didn’t match such power.
A sense of danger welled up.
This was someone she absolutely shouldn’t make an enemy of.
Her political instincts, honed from a lifetime as a high-ranking noble, screamed at her.
For the sake of her future, she had to choose.
Drive him out, or seek reconciliation...?
Laiyet wasn’t the only one.
As mentioned earlier, all the students and people were focused on him.
And each felt their emotions surge.
The half-lidded, lazy fake-accented male instructor felt jealousy.
A male student with messy hair felt awe.
A female student with a sword at her waist felt respect.
The teenage head of a blue-clothed family disguised as a commoner felt suspicion.
A cute childlike beauty felt interest.
The golden-haired merchant heir with spiked hair felt overwhelming pride.
A petite girl with untouchable beauty felt love.
A raggedly dressed pretty girl felt distrust.
A voluptuous noble witch felt ecstasy.
And the girls who’d worried about Yedre from the start, along with a few others, felt joy.
Countless emotions crossed paths, but one thing was markedly different from before.
Where disdain and mockery had reigned, now positive awe overflowed.
No, maybe neither.
The emotion held by the absolute majority was one.
Fear of the unknown.
No one knew what kind of person this Outsider, Yedre, really was.
His shabby clothes now seemed transcendent, and his sweat-mussed attire appeared carefree under their gazes.
The pity some had sent him turned to meddling, and the mockery became their own ignorance.
This man now seemed like some bizarre entity wearing human skin.
The man smiling at Blurt, who’d lost his prized treasure... was he even human?
The instructors felt a sudden chill.
They knew Blurt had disliked Yedre and that they’d clashed.
So, was this revenge?
Did someone with such singularity also have that kind of persistence?
The eeriness mixed with realistic fear.
The unknown only deepened...
No, one thing was certain.
"Dragon Slayer..."
"Dragonslayer..."
"Dragoongun..."
"Dragon Butcher..."
"...Dragon Slayer."
The names varied, but the meaning was one.
No one dismissed the rumors as nonsense anymore.
They accepted it as undeniable truth.
The Outsider Yedre was, without a doubt, a Dragon Slayer.
And one more thing.
Yedre was no longer an Outsider to be ignored.
Never.
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The strange voice no longer rang out.
However, one system window remained.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Soon, the ???? God will reward you. As it is a vow sworn in the name of ? and the God, it will surely be kept. Please wait with pleasure. It was nonsensical, but it didn’t seem harmful, and there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway.
If something was needed, the system window would warn me again.
"Y-you... you...!"
"...?"
What’s wrong, old man?
Blurt looked at me, then at the pool of blood on the floor, then at where the dragon corpse had been—back and forth.
The glances grew faster and faster until his head was whipping around so much I worried his neck might snap.
His dazed expression was satisfying.
I smiled at him and said,
"Mr. Blurt."
"......"
"I kept my promise."
"What?"
Blurt’s eyes blazed.
What?
His reaction was completely different from what I’d expected.
What the hell had he wanted me to say?
Whatever. Time to claim my due.
"As promised, apologize to me."
"Wh-what?! What did you just say...?!"
"What’s the matter."
A smirk tugged at my lips as I continued,
"Are you someone who doesn’t keep promises and has no honor?"
Oh, this felt good.
Going hard on the old man who’d picked fights at every turn was pure bliss.
Not that I was sure I’d done well overall, but the atmosphere suggested I’d at least passed.
Blurt stared daggers at me, then raised a trembling finger to point.
"Y-you... y-you... ugh... y-y-youuuuugh..."
His face was beet red, like he might collapse any second.
And then he really did—grabbing his neck with an "Urk!!" and convulsing before flopping over.
"Whoa?!"
I quickly caught the falling Blurt.
Foam bubbled at his mouth, eyes rolled back.
......Why, though?
"Medical team."
Alfred murmured curtly, and people popped in out of nowhere, taking Blurt from me and whisking him away swiftly.
Unbelievable.
Do you know how hard I worked?
I wasn’t familiar with the campus yet from training, so I’d run my feet off finding the exam hall. Then I couldn’t find the entrance and just barged through some door, only for hundreds or thousands to stare at once... I was scared shitless.
Still, as a Korean guy steeped in Confucian values, seeing an elder carted off didn’t sit entirely right.
But I’d get that apology no matter what.
If it stung, he shouldn’t have made the promise.
Then someone approached me. The half-lidded, laid-back guy, Yaplno—but now the laziness was gone, replaced by urgency.
Here to praise me?
I waited eagerly, like a dog eyeing a treat.
"Wasn’t that too much?"
"Huh."
Yaplno’s words left my jaw on the floor.
Too much? What?
No praise??
"Do you even know how valuable that was?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"That blood alone could buy a few houses. And you... to a full-grown dragon’s corpse..."
...Oh shit.
Was I not supposed to cut up the corpse?
Am I screwed?
Visions of lifelong slavery, toiling till death, flashed vividly.
Time for self-defense.
"The test seemed too easy, so I didn’t know it couldn’t be destroyed..."
"Wh-what?"
"It sliced so easily, I thought the dragon corpse was an illusion or something."
Yaplno’s eyes changed.
Some weird... not-good emotion.
Damn, even the blood’s valuable?
Did I shake it off my sword onto the floor?
They gonna make me pay for that too?
Evidence disposal time.
Shing.
Blood still coated the blade.
Yaplno stepped back, face tense.
Who’s gonna slice you?
Am I some murderer now?
...Am I?
Come to think of it, did I shake the blood off my clothes?
These had been with me since Milf Village—kinda attached.
I hopped around shaking blood off myself, then swung a wide arc to flick the sword clean.
Good.
Satisfied, I looked back at Yaplno—still in a fighting stance, eyes wary.
Misunderstanding deepening.
......Should I just quit teaching and bolt?
I seriously considered fleeing.
"Impressive."
"Pardon?"
Turning, I saw Alfred gazing at me—expressionless, yet somehow fervent.
"Impressive. Outsider. No, my fellow instructor Yedre."
"...Thank you."
Yes!
This is it!
This is the praise I wanted.
Even empty words, someone patting my back and saying I did well.
"Indeed. This is the level needed to be free of restrictions. Keh heh heh..."
Why the creepy mutter all of a sudden?
"Over there..."
A beautiful voice.
The witch Emily’s.
Our fling was just days ago; my balls still quivered at the memory.
Trembling, I turned—her eyes burned into me.
If my eyes weren’t lying, they brimmed with affection.
Maybe another round with Emily was on the cards...? No, stop those trash thoughts.
Even one chance with a beauty like her was heavenly luck.
Better worry about keeping a good relationship going forward. Healthy stuff.
With Alfred and Emily starting the talk, the instructors surrounding us began closing in slyly.
Curiosity lit their faces.
"Why’d you draw your sword, though?"
Alfred’s question.
"Oh, to shake off the blood. But do I have to compensate for damaging the dragon corpse?"
"It’s a test; of course not. The academy will cover it for Blurt."
Alfred’s nonchalant reply finally eased me.
Ding!
Ah, damn, what now.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The Black Dragon Malakia expresses gratitude to you. Soon his soul will visit; if possible, please comfort his spirit. Reward: Level Up. "Oh."
Generous reward.
Level up? Obviously I’d do it.
But Black Dragon meant that mangled corpse, right?
.....
Why grateful...?
If it were me, I’d be chewing out the bastard who diced me. Kinda suspicious, maybe a trap.
Then, I felt eyes on me.
Probing, unpleasant gaze.
At its end stood Kaiz.
He stared briefly, then turned away.
Dogshit bastard.
Every damn action full of pretend meaning.
Vwoom.
Massive mana in the air; I looked up to see a robed figure wrapped head to toe like a black-cloaked villain.
"Principal!"
"The academy’s principal, Renea!"
"Emlephus...!!"
Murmurs from the crowd.
Right, not the loli—that was the principal’s form from the setting doc.
This appearance oozed intimidation.
Great mage or dark lord vibes poured off her.
Even her voice was distorted; no trace of the cute loli.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ With the dragon’s corpse gone, the remaining instructors’ qualification exams must regrettably be canceled. We will prepare another event later, so please understand. Here for cleanup.
I caused the mess.
Won’t get scolded later...?
.....
Getting chewed out by that pretty girl-mode principal might not be so bad.
Feeling the shifted gazes around me, I headed toward the principal, who nodded for me to follow.
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"Kekeke..."
The exam hall’s ceiling.
Atop the steel framework stood a female mage, lightly perched, letting out a satisfied chuckle.
"As expected of the one who subdued the Apocalypse Dragon."
Her robe bore the instructor’s emblem, plus one more.
In magical script: Vice Principal.
The academy’s vice principal, Gijaier, trembled at this overwhelming talent’s emergence.
"This will be fun."
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Beep. Beep.
Somewhere on the floating island.
A shadowy figure cloaked in darkness, invisible.
While the academy was in chaos, in this quiet spot, he stared blankly at a palm-sized device.
"...Seven, huh."
A sinister smile crept across the shadow.
"Underestimated him."
As he turned to leave,
Ding!
The Outsider’s proof, the system window, chimed.
The alert bringing all info and quests.
But for him, it had long since become just one tool.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [New Alert Target Detected.] "......"
The window read that, with a list below.
About ten names filled the list.
[.
.
.
Naald White.
Alfred Lauhaier.
Mullin Kritts.
Emily.
Gulqum Lupuslong.
Kang Geom-il.
.
.
NEW!! Yedre.]
The black shadow blinked at the new entry.
Kindly, a P.S. followed below.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Not as much as Kaiz, but a major caution target—investigate. Almiraz] "....."
For a brief moment, light flickered in the shadow’s eyes, then faded.
Pop!!
Afterward, no presence lingered.