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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 166: Side Story – Park Sihu (1)

Chapter 166: Side Story – Park Sihu (1)

※ This side story‌ might, or might​​ not be about‍ a parallel universe.⁠

“…Fuck.”​⁠

I couldn’t help but‌ swear out loud.‍‍

“Haa…”​‌

It⁠ wasn’t difficult to‌⁠ come to the‌ conclusion that I had entered a game.

『Main‍‍ Player Park Sihu—.』⁠‍​

A system window – the unique trait‌​ of a player‌‍ – was right​⁠ before my eyes‌ and I confirmed​ that it was‍ indeed working. There‍⁠ was the inventory‍​‌ box, crafting window,‍ skills tab, quest‌⁠ guides, and a map, as well⁠ as the name​‌‌ of the player.‌

It‌‍ was very clear‍‍ that this was‌⁠ a world within‍‍​ the game, ❰Heroic‍‍ Legends of Arhan❱‌⁠ which I had⁠​‌ been heavily obsessed‍‌ with.

Back‍⁠‌ in the day,‍ I went around⁠ remembering everything about‍​ the game and‍ used to be​ a famous veteran⁠​‌ gamer in the‌‍‍ forums, but that​ was a long​‌ time ago. Why⁠ was it, that‍‍ I was now‌ in the body‍ of Park Sihu?‍

My‍⁠ thoughts were running‌ rampant to the‍‍ point where I didn’t even question‍⁠⁠ the logic behind​‍⁠ it. However, what‌​‍ I did know‌ was that this⁠⁠ world was going‌⁠ to be destroyed‍​‌ by Tates Valtazar‍‌⁠ and that only​‍⁠ a select few⁠ would be able​‍ to survive by​‌⁠ then.

Whether‍‌ I wanted to‌ or not, I had to save‌ the world.

“Fuck.”‍⁠‌

Again,​‌‌ I couldn’t help‌ but swear at‍‌‍ this stupid turn​​​ of events.

I hated heroes.

Whether⁠ it be novels‌​​ or games, I hated seeing inefficient‍ and annoying plot⁠‍‌ development of nosy‍​‌ people putting their‍ lives on the‍ line to save⁠ others. Fortunately, the​ genre of villainesses​⁠ was on the⁠ rise so that⁠ was perfect, but⁠​​ it was really⁠‍ beyond me how⁠‍ people were able⁠⁠‍ to read old-style⁠​ fantasy novels.

Thankfully,⁠ the main character,‌ Park Sihu, of‌ ❰Heroic Legends of⁠⁠‍ Arhan❱ was far‍‍⁠ from being a cliche hero. To‍⁠⁠ clarify, this game…​ had an exceptional‍⁠ level of freedom.​ The ending differed‌ based on the⁠‌‌ good and evil‍​​ actions of the⁠‌ player, personally, I was fond of⁠‍​ the anti-hero ending.⁠

It‌‍ was a lot‍ easier than the​ hero ending, and‌⁠ there were plenty‍‍ of items you⁠​ could gain during​ the game by‌​‍ going down that⁠​​ route.

There⁠‌‍ was the issue‍ that your relationship‌‍ with some good-natured‌‌ NPCs could be​‍ ruined to the‌ point they wouldn’t⁠‍ enter your party,⁠ but the return‌‍ was so big​‍⁠ that it was⁠‌​ still worth it.‍⁠

‘Alright.‍ We’re going the‌ super efficient route.’⁠‍

First⁠‌‌ off, I decided‍‍ to get used⁠‌‌ to the system​⁠⁠ and acquire every​‌ hidden piece I could gain from‍ the very beginning.​

………‌‌⁠

……​​

Chairman‌‍ Eriu gave a few short sentences​‌ at the entrance​⁠ ceremony of Merkarva⁠​ Academy. Erin Danua‍ – an NPC‌‌ that teaches secret‌‍ spells and hidden‌​⁠ skills in the​ game.

The‍ strongest set of​‌ moves you could‌​ learn from her‍ was the Six​‌​ Ways of the⁠​ Spear including Shura,​‌‌ but I had⁠‍​ no plans of‌ learning spearmanship.

Not​ only was I not used to‌‍⁠ fighting with my‍​‌ own body, but‌‌​ it was just‍‌⁠ straight-up better to‍ shoot spells from‍ far away.

‘It⁠ would be better‌​‌ for her to​‌⁠ die early to‍⁠‌ access the treasures‌‌ though. Is there‍ a way to⁠ somehow make her​‍ die a bit‌‌ earlier?’

Thinking‍ that, I opened⁠‍ the door of‍ the bathroom when—‍⁠

“Kyaaak!⁠‌‌ What are you​⁠​ doing here?!”

“Pervert!”‌

“Ah​‍⁠ fuck…”

Damn​ it. I quickly⁠‍‍ walked out and​ headed to the‌‍‍ other entrance. It⁠‍ felt like shit.‍‍

Everything​ was fucked up.​‍ This stupid game,‌ this Park Sihu‌‌⁠ body, and the‍‌​ system that forced‌‍​ me to save​‌ the world. Everything⁠​ was disgusting.

I’m​ going to do⁠⁠‌ everything the way⁠​ I want to.‍ Fuck the story.‍ All I have‍ to do is‌‌ save the world​⁠⁠ at the end,⁠⁠‍ right?

“Slow‌ development – I hate it. Fast‌‍‍ plots are always⁠ the best, and​‍ I’ll live for⁠​‍ myself and myself‍‍⁠ only.”

“Wait,⁠​ you too?”

And‍ that was when‍⁠ I met Korin‍‍ Lork, a person‍⁠ from the same⁠ homeland who had⁠​‍ been put under‌⁠‍ the same situation.‍

***‍

Korin​​ Lork.

A useless trash and‌⁠ a side character‍​ of the game.‍​⁠

Seeing‌ him made me⁠ think, ‘Wow. What‍​ an unlucky piece‌​​ of shit to⁠ go into a side character.’ Well,​‌ I liked his​ face but there​ was a clear⁠‌​ limit to his‌ potential.

“DO‌ YOU KNOW KIMCHI?!”‌⁠​

“I’m‍‌ Korean.”

“DO‌‌ YOU KNOW PSY?!”​

“As​ I said, yes⁠‌‍ I do.”

“DO​⁠ YOU KNOW…!”

“Are⁠ you a boomer?”‌

“…I’m‍ not that old​​ just yet.”

Korin‌ said with a sulk. That did⁠ look a little⁠⁠‌ cute but from​​⁠ the way he⁠⁠ spoke, he seemed⁠​ quite a bit⁠⁠ older than me.‍

“Aiya~.‌​ I wasn’t expecting⁠⁠ to see someone​‌ from the same‌​‍ homeland. How old⁠ were you?”

“I‌​‌ turned 26.”

Although‌‍ I was actually⁠ a 22-year-old college‍‍‍ student… I lied​ about my age⁠⁠ because Koreans had⁠⁠⁠ the tendency to‍⁠​ look down on‍​ people younger than​ them.

“Oh‌⁠ yeah? I’m a year older than​⁠‌ you. Call me​​ Big Bro.”

Damn‌⁠⁠ it, I should⁠‍⁠ have said 27.​⁠

‘Big‍⁠ Bro’ my ass.‌​ Was he going​⁠ to act bossy⁠‍‍ just because he‌ was older? It‌ was as clear​​‌ as day what⁠ his personality was‍⁠​ like just from‌‌​ that short conversation.⁠‍​

“By‍⁠​ the way, Sihu.‌​ Have you played⁠ this game before?”⁠

“You‍‌​ mean Heroic Legends​‌​ of Arhan? No,⁠​ I was about​⁠‌ to play when‍‍ I was suddenly⁠ forced into it…”‍‌

Of‌​ course, I have.​‍ You will probably‌ even know my‌‍ name if I told you.

However,⁠ there was no‍ need to reveal‌​​ my cards first,⁠‌ since I wasn’t‍‌ sure what kind‍​⁠ of person he‌ might be. If‌⁠⁠ worse came to​ worst, he might⁠​ become my enemy⁠ so I opted‌‌​ to give him‍‌ as little information⁠ as possible.

“Okay.​​ I am amazing‍ at this game,⁠​ so trust me.”‌‌‌

Ehew,⁠ alright alright.

“Oh‍ right. Do you‌ have the system‍‍​ window and stuff​ then?”

“Yeah,‍ well…”

“Wow…⁠‍⁠ damn. I’m so⁠ jealous.”

From⁠ the looks of​​ things, it seemed‍‍ that he had⁠ entered the game‌​‌ without even a system window. That‍⁠​ was obvious, I suppose because the​ system was a tool that supported​​⁠ the player, not‌‍ a side character‌⁠ like Korin Lork.​

I didn’t like how⁠⁠‍ he was acting‌‌ all cocky just‌​ because he was‌⁠ older, but it‍ didn’t seem like‌‌‌ a bad idea​ to carry around⁠‍ a minion with‍ me.

***‍​

Korin‍⁠‍ Lork.

A 27-year-old on Earth.‍‍‌ He liked games‌ just like an⁠​‍ average man, but⁠‍ unexpectedly, he was‌‍ more of an⁠ elite than I thought. From what⁠‌ he said, it⁠‍⁠ seemed that he⁠ was from a famous athletic college‍ in the capital,‌ and had been⁠‌ working as a part-time personal trainer​⁠ in a gym.​‍

“Why‍ were you working⁠ as a part-time‍ trainer after graduating‍⁠ from a good​ uni?”

“That‍ stupid coach was⁠‌ getting lobbied and⁠‌ match-fixing. I told‍ him off; he‍ hated me for⁠‍‌ that and later⁠ chased me out⁠‌‍ of the team.”⁠⁠​

What⁠‍ an idiot. He⁠ talked back to‌⁠ the coach even‍ though it wasn’t‌⁠‍ even himself that⁠‌ was disadvantaged by‍ the match – it was his‍‍⁠ junior. He was‍‍‍ the biggest idiot⁠ I had ever‌⁠‌ seen.

“You⁠ said you were⁠⁠ on the course‌​ to be a part of the⁠‍⁠ national team. You‌​ went all the​‌ way down to⁠‌⁠ a personal trainer,​​​ so do you​‍ not regret it?”‍​

“Huh?⁠‌⁠ Of course not.”⁠‌

His⁠‌‌ reply came out⁠‌‍ in the blink⁠‍ of an eye.‌ I wasn’t very​⁠ knowledgeable in the‌‍ field, but I still knew that⁠ being a representative‍‍‍ of the country‌‌ was nothing light​ and that it⁠‌⁠ was much better‍⁠⁠ than being a personal trainer at‍‍‍ a local gym.‍​‌

“If⁠‍‌ I didn’t tell⁠‍ the coach back‌⁠ then, I probably​‌ would have earned⁠‍​ more money and‌​‌ had gone to⁠ Brazil, but that​⁠‍ doesn’t mean anything.”⁠‌

“…And‍ why doesn’t that‍‌⁠ mean anything?”

He⁠ would have benefited​ a lot more​‍‌ had he ignored⁠ that one event,⁠ and wouldn’t have‌ been forced to‌‌​ look at the‌⁠‍ belly fat of‍​‌ old women in‌ the local gym⁠⁠ or be sexually​ harassed all the⁠‌​ time, so… why⁠‌ was it that⁠ he could say⁠ that with such⁠ certainty in his‍⁠‍ voice?

“I‍‌​ stuck true to​​ my conviction. And‌ I think that’s⁠‍⁠ way more valuable…”‍‍

“…So⁠‌ what if I didn’t make it‍⁠ till the end?​ I’m sure I would have regretted⁠⁠ it to this‌⁠ date if I hadn’t talked back⁠ to the coach​‌ back then…”

“…My‍⁠ life isn’t over‍‍‌ yet, and I can start it​ all over again.​ Who says being⁠​ a part of​​‌ the national team‌ would have been‍‌​ more valuable? It’s‌​ up to me‌‍‍ to decide the​⁠​ value.”

Conviction,‌‌ justice, being right.‍⁠

Fucking‍⁠​ idiot. None of⁠ those were anything‌⁠⁠ but superficial.

Despite‍‍ my short time⁠ with him, I could tell that​ he was a man who was‍⁠⁠ full of himself​​ and whose brain‌‍ was also infested​ with muscles.

People‍​ who pretended to‍​ be good like‍ him didn’t tend⁠ to last long.⁠​ All the pathetic‌​ guys that tried‍ to get my​ number in college​⁠‌ were all like⁠ that – acting‌⁠​ and pretending to‍‍⁠ be a nice​⁠​ person.

They‍⁠ were bound to‍ reveal their true‌‍ selves in moments‌‍ of danger.

However,​‌​ my impression of​‌​ him slowly started​ to change over​‍ time. This guy…​‌⁠ he was the‍ real deal. A bonafide idiot.

Even‌ on the mission⁠‌ board, instead of​ being efficient, he‌⁠ always prioritized the‌⁠ time-inefficient jobs about⁠​​ saving and helping⁠ the lower class,​ and all of​​‍ his plans for‌ the future were⁠‌ difficult, round-about ways‍​ of saving people.⁠

Apparently,⁠⁠ we were the‍‌​ only ones who‍‌ could help out⁠ because we knew​ everything.

A good-natured idiot. A foolishly nice person.‌‍⁠

Yes,‍ I could admit​ that he had‍‍ a good personality.‍‍ But what about⁠​ that? He was‍‍‍ just an idiot​ that couldn’t even⁠ look after himself.⁠‍

Well,​⁠ it was still​​ fine. He was⁠ a muscle-brain who‌ spent all of⁠⁠‌ his time training⁠​ in the training‍⁠ rooms to raise‍⁠ a tiny bit⁠​ of his pathetic​ stats, even though‍ you could cover⁠ for all that‌‍⁠ with an elixir.‍ Not to mention,‌ he was a fool who thought​⁠​ of me as​​ an ally just​ because we were⁠ from the same‍ homeland, so he​​⁠ was easy to⁠‌ manipulate.

I could use him​​ as a meat​‌ shield in the⁠‌ earlier stages of​ the game and⁠‍⁠ then deal with‌ him when the‍⁠‍ time comes.

***​‍

“Uhk…!”‌‌‌

Damn​ it. I let‌‌ my guard down.‌⁠​

I thought I was​‌ well-prepared against Vampire‍‍ Marie Dunareff, the‍‍ boss of the⁠ 1st Arc but…​

By‍‍ killing Alicia Arden,⁠​ I made Lunia⁠​‍ Arden join our​⁠​ group earlier than​‌‌ scheduled, and rapidly‌ nurtured Dorron Warsky‌ and Kranel Luden.⁠

I acquired all the​‌‌ hidden pieces that‍​ could be acquired​ at the Academy⁠⁠ in the early⁠ stages of the‍‍⁠ game including the​‍ Yellow Gold Mandrake.‌⁠⁠ My current stats‍​⁠ were on par⁠‍‍ with Marie Dunareff’s‍ before she turned​‍ into a vampire.​​

Of​​ course, it was‍ still nowhere near​‌ the awakened Marie‍‍‌ Dunareff, but she‌‍ was still in​‍ panic mode and‍‌‌ was just a bitch that ran‌‌​ away from the⁠‌ sorrow of turning‍⁠ into a vampire.⁠

It⁠​ was possible to‍​⁠ solo Marie in‌‌​ the game with​‍ a quarter of‍ my current stats⁠ because all you‌ had to do‌‌‍ was suppress her‌⁠ for a little‌⁠ bit while she‍ fought with her‍‌ inner self.

However,‌​ due to this​​‌ being the first​ real fight, I made a mistake‍‍ with my control‍ and accidentally shot⁠⁠​ a spell at‍‍‌ Kranel’s golem, destroying​ it in the⁠‌ process. It was​ because I was‍ flustered after being‍ wounded by one⁠‌ of the spells‌​⁠ of the Blood​⁠‍ Hound. To make⁠ things worse, another​‍​ shard of ice​​ destroyed my barrier​ and crushed the​ building behind me.‍⁠⁠

A small mistake in⁠⁠ the battle caused⁠‌ a gigantic mess.‌⁠

“Ugh…‍‍⁠ It hurts.”

Damn​ it. I was​ late in reacting​ with a defensive⁠ spell. I was‍​‌ pretty sure the⁠ last thing I saw was a massive chunk of‌​ ceramic falling on‍⁠ my head…

“Fuck…‌ Fuck. Fuck…”

With​ a sharp pain​​ in my stomach,​​⁠ I was slowly‍‍‌ coming to myself‍‍ and trying to‍ see through the​⁠‌ layer of dust⁠‍ with my hazy⁠‍ eyes when something‍ started to drip‌ onto my face.​⁠

“Uhht?”‌‍

It⁠​‌ was a liquid‌‌ smelling like rust.‌‍ When I used⁠ light magic and⁠​⁠ saw what was⁠⁠ ahead, I couldn’t​‌‌ help but gasp.‌⁠

“Hey,​ are you alright?”‌​​

Korin​‌ Lork. That man‍ was covering for​‍ me, protecting me‌‌ from the remains‌‌ of the building.‌‌

“B,‌‌​ big Bro Korin-?”​​‌

“Looks​⁠ like you’re fine.⁠‌⁠ Ahk damn it…‍‍‌ this hurts like⁠‌ hell.”

Korin⁠ was in a terrible state. He‌ was bleeding profusely‌​ from his head,‌‍​ and a Blood​‌ Spear that had‍​​ been heading towards⁠⁠ me was piercing‌⁠‌ through his stomach.​⁠‌

Had​ he been slightly⁠ more unlucky, he⁠ would have died‌​​ at once… and​​ was bleeding so‍⁠‍ much that he‍ might die soon.​‍

“Why…?”‍‌

“Hmm?”‍‍

Exhaustedly‌‌ blinking his eyes,⁠‌ he returned a question in response‍⁠⁠ to my question.‌ For some reason,‌ I was incredibly‌⁠⁠ annoyed by that⁠ clueless look on‌⁠ his face.

“You…‌‍‌ have nothing to​⁠ do with me.‌‍ Why would you…”​‌‍

“They‍‌⁠ say… ‘Even a slight touch of‍‍ sleeves creates a destiny,’ so that’s‌ not true…”

“Fuck.‌⁠‌ You know that’s⁠ not what I mean!”

“Ahh,‍‌⁠ Buddy. My head⁠‌ hurts. Please don’t⁠‌​ yell…”

He⁠ frowned as if​​⁠ it was extremely​​⁠ painful, so I forced my volume‌​⁠ back down.

“Well…”​⁠‌

I could hear the⁠‌‍ sound of people​⁠ creating a fuss⁠ outside but all​ of my attention​‌‍ was on Korin⁠ and Korin alone.​‍‌

“Why…‌ do I need​ a reason to⁠ help you?”

“What?”‌⁠

“Reasons…‌ You don’t need‌⁠‍ any of that.‌⁠‌ I just like​​‌ happy endings.”

Pebbles‍‌ and dust fell​‌ as the broken​‌ debris of the​‍‍ building started to‌‍‌ be lifted from‍‌‌ outside. He, who‍‌ was drenched in​‌‌ blood and dust,‌‌ slowly continued his‍ statement.

“It’s‌​‍ good… if everyone‍‌ is happy, right?‌ People dying… is⁠ not nice. You,‍‍​ uhkk…!”

“Big‌‍ Bro? Wake up!⁠ You can’t fall‍⁠‌ asleep! You might​‍ die!”

He⁠​ woke up and⁠ looked back at‌​ me only after⁠ a few slaps.​ He looked straight‌ into me with​ his eyes that‌ were dreamy and‌ hazy… yet within‍‍‌ them was the​​‌ strongest willpower in‍​ the world.

“You‍ have to be​​ happy… You can’t…⁠​ die in a place like this…”⁠

Korin⁠‍ said while gazing‌ straight into my​ eyes.

“Y,⁠‍ you retard. Idiot.‌​​ Stupid fool…!”

I couldn’t believe how‍⁠ much of a fool he was.⁠ How could there⁠ be such a stupid person in‌‌‌ this world?

How​​ could he put​​ his life on‍ the line for‍​⁠ such a stupid‍‍​ reason? How could​‌‍ he do that?‍ How was he‌ able to do‍ that like it​⁠‍ was nothing?

Big‍‌ Bro… No. Oppa.‍​

That⁠‍​ was probably when‌⁠​ the player, Park⁠‍ Sihu… or Park⁠ Sirin from Earth‌ fell in love⁠ with this stupid​‍ idiot.

***‍

For‌⁠⁠ a very long​⁠ time, Korin Oppa‌⁠ stayed in the‍ hospital.

It‍⁠ was partially because⁠‌ of the severity‍ of the injury,​ but it was‍‌‌ also because of​​ his physical limitations⁠ as a feeble‌​‌ side character.

Dumbass…​‌ all that practice​​​ with his spear⁠ wasn’t getting him​‌ anywhere.

Marie​‍ Dunareff, the perpetrator⁠ of this incident,​‌‍ was unable to⁠⁠‌ be found despite‍‌‌ the professors and​​ security team being​⁠​ dispatched out on‍​ a search. It⁠​‍ was clear that​⁠‌ she had run​‍ away somewhere, but‌‍‍ they had trouble​ finding her traces.⁠

However,‍⁠‍ I had a rough idea of⁠​‍ where she would⁠ be, and finding‍‌ her would be‍ easy with the⁠‍‌ help of Yuel‌‍ the Druid.

For⁠‍⁠ the next month,​​​ I focused on‌⁠ making myself stronger‍ and was already⁠​​ much stronger than‌‍ the likes of‌‌ Grade 1 mages.​ On the other⁠‍ hand, that bitch⁠‌ hadn’t been able‍ to suck human‌‌‌ blood so she⁠⁠‌ must have gotten‌ even weaker.

“This​‍​ way.”

I arrived at a corner of the​​ Hunting Grounds with‍⁠‌ the help of⁠ Yuel, who was⁠‍ loved by spirits.‍ There, I found​‍ Marie Dunareff who​⁠‌ was surviving off‍ of the blood​ of demonic beasts.‌

“Fucking‍⁠ bitch. Look at​ you enjoying your‍‍‍ life after almost​⁠‌ killing two people.”​‌

“U,​​⁠ uhh…”

The​⁠ vampire shed tears​‌ of blood with⁠ her fangs deep​⁠‍ inside the neck‌ of a demonic​ beast, but I knew those were⁠ crocodile tears. She​‍‌ was the one⁠​⁠ who hurt my​‌ Korin Oppa.

“How…⁠⁠ is… Korin?”

“…”‍

Hearing​​ her say that,⁠‍‍ I remembered the⁠ days of the⁠⁠ past. She was‍‌‍ a 2nd-year senior⁠​‌ who was equally​‍‍ generous to everyone,​ but I could‌ vividly recall her​⁠‌ throwing more glances⁠⁠‌ at Korin Oppa.⁠⁠

“…You‌ too, huh?”

It‍​‌ was only for​‌ a short moment,‍⁠⁠ but I was‍ able to notice‌​ her glances as⁠‍ another woman just‍⁠ like her. This​ bitch had feelings⁠ for Korin Oppa.‍‌‍

“Know‍ your place, you​ damn NPC.”

He‍ is mine – the one and‌⁠​ only real one‍ in this fake‌ world.

He’s‌ not someone NPCs‌⁠‍ like you can​ even dare think‌‌ about approaching.

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