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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 6: Grading Test (1)

Chapter 6: Grading Test (1)

It‍ might be the‌‍ same for Earth,‌‌⁠ but this world‍​‌ had misfortune and⁠⁠‍ unfortunate tragedies decided‌‌‌ by the scenario.‌‍‌

People⁠⁠ full of pride‌‌​ and honor might‌ unexpectedly fall into⁠ the pit of‍⁠‍ helplessness, and a citizen leading a normal life could⁠⁠ also be caught⁠ up in a natural catastrophe.

For​‌‍ Marie Dunareff, her‍ future was destined‌‍ for despair.

The⁠ unfortunate event was‌‌‍ both unstoppable and‍​ unavoidable. The timed​‌‍ bomb instilled inside‌‍‌ the final boss⁠⁠‌ of the 1st‍‌ arc, Marie Dunareff,‌ would definitely go​‌⁠ off, and what‌‍⁠ was important was⁠‌ the timing of⁠​⁠ the explosion as‍ well as the‍ aftermath.

Depending​ on how the‍ aftermath was dealt​ with, it could‌‍⁠ lead to the​‌ future attack of​ the fundamentalists, but‍‌⁠ could also reduce‌ the triggers of​⁠ the great collapse.⁠

“Everyone.​​ Shout out loud~!​⁠⁠ Ba~ baba! Baba!​​​ Ba~ baba! Baba!”⁠

“Yeeeyy~!”‌‌‌

“Wooohh!”‌

Like‍‌ a tourist bus⁠ of teenagers, the‍‍‍ large magic carriage‍‍​ was filled with⁠⁠⁠ people singing a song and playing⁠ music. It would​ take over 30‌‍ minutes to get‍ to the Liberty⁠‌ Hall from this⁠‍‌ place on a carriage, and it​ was always up‌‌ to the Senior‍ in charge of‍​‌ guiding the students⁠⁠ to liven up‍⁠‌ the mood.

“Thanks‍ for clapping along,​‌⁠ everyone! That was‌ great! Here are⁠⁠ some potatoes!”

“Thank‌ you, Senior Marie!”​​​

Marie,⁠‌ who was in⁠‍‍ charge of guiding⁠​ the freshmen, used‍ her characteristic ability‌‌ of creating friends​ to shorten the​ gap between herself‍ and her juniors‍‌ in just 3 minutes.

She‌​‌ was a beauty‌ with an easygoing‍ personality… and besides,⁠ she charmed others⁠‌‍ with her overwhelming‌⁠ amount of food​⁠‌ so there was‍ no way the​ freshmen wouldn’t like‌⁠ her.

People⁠‍‌ that gave away​ food were nice⁠‌​ people most of​​​ the time.

“We​‌ are almost there.⁠ Right! You see⁠‍ that old lady⁠ next to the​‌​ window? That lady⁠‌​ with an afro⁠​⁠ hair makes potato‌‌‌ croquettes and they’re​‍ very delicious! You⁠ should try them‌‍ when you have‍ time! And juustt⁠ over there, there⁠​ is the Creation‍​‍ Hall, where students⁠​‍ learning magic gather‍ for research. They‌‌ make a lot‌ of strange things.‌‌ And over there‌‌‌ is the stamina‌‌ training room! We‍‌ call it the​‍ training room! You​⁠⁠ can borrow a lot of interesting⁠ weapons so I recommend you go​‌ there at least​‍ once! But I was restricted from‍​​ going there this‍‌‌ holiday… I was⁠⁠ using nunchucks and​‌ I accidentally broke⁠⁠ a window…”

– Hahahaha!

Marie‌‍ was as friendly​ as a capybara‌⁠⁠ and immediately grasped⁠ the hearts of‌ her juniors.

Soon,⁠‍ the carriage arrived‍‍⁠ at the hall.​

“You​ have to get‍‌⁠ off in the‍‍⁠ span of 2 minutes! But don’t‍‍ run, and get⁠ off slow! You‌⁠‍ have plenty of⁠​ time!”

She‌​‍ kindly guided the⁠​ students after getting⁠‌‍ off the carriage⁠ first.

“The‌ professors are inside,‍‍​ so you can‍⁠‌ go in one‍‍‌ by one and‌​‍ line up! Then,‌ good luck everyone!”‌

Good‌‌ luck?

The‌‌ other freshmen were​ curious about her‍⁠ sudden encouragement, but‍​‌ I knew what​ was waiting ahead.​‍⁠ I was worried‌‍ something might happen‌ because of the‌⁠‌ Precept but fortunately,​​ nothing happened.

That‍​ was when Marie‌ stopped everyone in⁠ their tracks.

“Oh,‌‌ right. Everyone! Here‌⁠ are some steamed‌‌​ and sweet potatoes​‌ for you!”

How​‍‍ many steamed potatoes‌⁠ and sweet potatoes⁠​ were there inside​‌‌ that basket? I’m‍‌⁠ sure there have​‍​ at least been⁠ 50 potatoes so‍​​ far.

“See‍‌‍ you again later!”‌

Leaving‍ behind Marie who‍‍‌ was energetically waving​ her arm until⁠ the end, we‌⁠‌ walked into the​⁠‍ Liberty Hall as⁠‍​ our sight immediately‍ turned dark. It​‍ seemed that we‌⁠ were the last‌ batch.

“W,‌‍⁠ what?”

“Can⁠⁠​ anyone see anything?”‍‍‌

The‍⁠‍ crowd buzzed from‍⁠‍ the sudden darkness⁠ in front of⁠ them. It was‍‍ natural for them​ to be anxious‍‌ considering how their⁠ peers suddenly disappeared‌‍‌ from their sight,⁠⁠‌ while being unable​ to touch anything.⁠‍

Spatial‌​ Expansion. It was‌‌‍ the unique spell​​‍ of Senior Professor,‍‍‍ Lady Josephine Clara.⁠‍

“Do⁠ not be flustered,⁠‌​ rookies!!”

“Uhk?!”‍⁠​

The‌​ shout echoing one’s‍⁠‌ eardrums… was the‍ voice of Old‌‍‍ Man Haman the​​‌ professor of martial​⁠ art studies.

I could still vividly‌ remember how he‌ used to shout⁠⁠ that he was⁠​ still in the⁠‍‌ prime of his⁠‌‍ life even though⁠⁠‍ he was only‍ 2 years short⁠​ of his retirement‍​ age.

“How​‌‍ could the new⁠‌​ cadets of our‍‍ academy be flustered‌⁠ by something like‍⁠​ this! I can⁠⁠​ only imagine how‌​‍ hard it would‌⁠ be to raise‌‌​ you incompetent fools‍‌​ into warriors!”

This⁠‍ old man was‍‍ always the same.‌

Huu,⁠ he brought my‍​ mind back to⁠ the marine camp⁠ I went to​⁠ back in my‍‍‌ school days. Those‌ were some crazy‌ days back then.​‌​

“Stand‌⁠ up straight! You⁠ over there! You​​‍ bony-looking one! I am looking at‍ you!”

“Huek!”​⁠‌

Students⁠ were the only​⁠⁠ ones that couldn’t⁠‌ see what was​‌ ahead, and the‌⁠⁠ professors standing on‍‍ the platform were⁠ able to see‍ everything.

Academy;​⁠ school; education. It‌ was easy for‍⁠​ people to misunderstand,⁠⁠ but this Merkarva⁠‍ Academy was a superhuman training facility​‍ that was centered‍‍‍ around training instead​ of education.

The‍​‍ history of this⁠‍‍ world’s humanity was‍⁠‍ that of a constant strife against​ the demons.

The‌‌ most effective weapon​​⁠ against those monsters‍ were the superhumans‍ who had control​‌ over aura and‍​​ mana.

And⁠‌ because a guardian​‌‍ academy was a place that nurtured‌⁠ those superhumans, it⁠​ was unavoidable for‍⁠ it to resemble⁠ a training facility‌ more than a school.

“It’s⁠⁠ my first time‍​ seeing people like‍​‌ you in my⁠ 20 years of⁠ life as an‍​ instructor! Quite shocking!”‌‍

Every⁠‍​ military was the‌‌⁠ same – they‍‌​ all began by​‌ breaking the spirits​‌ of the new‌ recruits before anything.‍​‌

Marine⁠​⁠ camps which tried‌‌ to replicate that‍⁠⁠ military also had‍‌‍ a similar trend.⁠

– Kung!

At​ the end of‍ Old Man Haman’s‌ noisy discouragement, a spotlight appeared in‌‍⁠ that space of​​ darkness.

“Ah~‌ Hello. I am‍​ Professor Fermack Daman,​ in charge of⁠‌‌ this year’s freshmen‍⁠ welcoming ceremony. Professor‍⁠‍ is too stiff‍ so you can‌‍ call me sir.”⁠‍‍

Standing‌​‍ in the middle​ of the stage​​ welcoming the freshmen⁠⁠​ was a man‍‍ who looked like⁠ a good-for-nothing compared​‌‌ to Old Man⁠ Haman.

His‌‌ outfit and attitude‌‌⁠ were unbelievably casual​ compared to other⁠‌ professors, but the‌‌ muscles being shown​​⁠ underneath his short-sleeved‌​‌ shirt was bulky‍‍⁠ enough to overwhelm‍ the freshmen.

‘Been⁠ a while since​​ I saw that⁠‌‌ bastard.’

All​‍‍ the professors next​​ to him as‍ well as Fermack⁠ Daman were all‌​​ staring into the​‌ darkness. On the‌ left side was​ the obstinate Old⁠​ Man Haman Welsch,​‌ and on the⁠ right hand side​ was Professor Lulara‍⁠ Mars from Alchemy.‌‍‌ They were practically‌ divided into 2 groups: professors from⁠‍ the Knight Department‍⁠ and those from‍ the Magic Department.‌

Even​ though it was⁠‍⁠ called a freshmen​​ welcoming ceremony, the‌‍ professors were all⁠⁠ gathered here because‌‍‍ today’s event was​ a very important‍‌ one for students.‌ They would soon​‌ be conducting the‌⁠ student grading test.‌

It​‌‌ was a fairly⁠⁠⁠ important test, because‍ the grades of​ the missions and‍ the support funds⁠ would all be‌ decided by this​⁠ one until the⁠​ next test.

“Well,⁠​​ you are all‌‍⁠ here to either​​ become a knight‍⁠⁠ or a mage,‍ and you already⁠⁠ got a qualification⁠⁠‌ the moment you​‌ came here but…”‌⁠

His‌‍‌ gaze that was⁠⁠‌ so sharp it​ would pierce through‍​ his sunglasses penetrated​‌‍ through the students.​​

“I​‌ would hate to⁠​ see random weaklings​‌⁠ acting tough, so​‌ let’s have a look at everyone’s⁠​ abilities.”

– Gulp!

I could hear nervous⁠‍ gasps from here⁠⁠⁠ and there. Even‌‌‌ though he was‌⁠‍ wearing a light​ costume, Fermack Daman​‍ was a Grade⁠​ 1 knight who​ was even introduced‍‍ in the monthly​⁠‌ guardian magazine.

That‌⁠ vigor was not‍⁠ something freshmen newbies‌‍ could handle.

– Slap!

Lady​ Josephine swung her‌ horse whip once.‌ The area turned⁠‌ dark again, as‍​ a short text​⁠‌ appeared in the‍ eyes of every⁠​ student.

『Korin​‍ Lork』
Aura Rank: Low‍ (680)
Mana Rank: Very⁠‌ Low (120)
Specialties: Nothing (0)‍⁠​
Overall Grade: Grade⁠‍ 6

It​‍‌ was nothing new⁠ but my stats​‌‌ were really trash.⁠‌

Considering‍ how named characters‌⁠ began at ‘Medium‌​ Low’ in general,‍⁠ with the numbers‌ starting from 5,000,⁠‍ as well as‌ how the player’s⁠⁠ initial stats began‌⁠ from 3,000, my‍ stats were horrendously‌‍ low.

‘The‌ ranks are the‍‌⁠ biggest problem. Do‌‌​ they go up‌ with the Precept⁠‌‍ as well?’

The‍ capacity of aura​​‍ itself could be‌ increased by having‌‍​ potions or through‌ increasing stats but‌ the ranks were‍ a different issue​‍ altogether.

A higher rank meant‍ an increase in​ the amount of‍ aura you could⁠‌ release at once,‍ and in turn⁠⁠ meant an increase‍ in power.

Even​ if the total​‌ capacity of aura⁠‌​ was to be​ either 10,000 or⁠ 100,000, as long⁠‍⁠ as the rank⁠​⁠ stayed at ‘Low’,​‌‍ the maximum output⁠ at a given‌ moment would always⁠‍‍ stay at 100.‌

Whether‌ you had a water tank or​​‌ were living by‍ a lake, you⁠‌ had to use​‍ water through a faucet. That was‍ what it pretty​‌ much meant.

‘For‌‌‌ now, I can​ only believe in‍ myself.’

“Ah.⁠‌ So in front‌⁠ of you, there⁠⁠ should be your⁠‌ name and your⁠ overall grade. Let’s⁠ all go to​‍​ the number you‌‍‍ received, from… let’s⁠​‌ see, here to‌ all the way‍ there.”

The⁠‍ spotlights appeared again.​​ Even though the‍‍ students were a bit fussy, they​‌ nonetheless moved to⁠‍​ the prepared signboards.‌‌‍

In​ front of the‍‌ sign for Grade⁠ 6, there were‌ only three timid-looking‌ ones apart from‌ me.

There‍‌ should be about‍ 400 new students‌​ in total this‌ year, and yet‍ there was only​​​ 1% of them‍‌ in front of‌ this Grade 6 signboard.

“Those​⁠ numbers are the​‌‌ grades given after​ calculating your mana⁠⁠‌ capacity, so you‍ could say it⁠ is your Mana‍⁠⁠ Rank. From now​‌ on, you will​⁠‍ be taking tests‌⁠ starting from a grade lower than​⁠⁠ the one you‍​ received.”

The‌​ crowd buzzed again,⁠ but Fermack made‍ them shut up‍​ by trampling on⁠ the ground once.‌⁠⁠

“Well,​ don’t be disappointed‌​ by it. My⁠ aura rank is‍‌​ also at Medium‍ High but I’m​​ still a Grade‍ 1 knight. The​⁠⁠ key is that⁠⁠‌ the way you‌⁠ fight is more‌⁠⁠ important.”

That​⁠ was true. The‍ amount of energy‍‌ was nothing but⁠⁠‌ a number, and⁠ making the most⁠ out of it⁠‌​ in a real​‍‍ fight also required​ talent.

Of⁠ course, at grades⁠⁠⁠ 5 and 6,⁠ it would be⁠ nigh impossible to⁠‌‌ overcome that gap.​​​

“Let‌ us begin now!‌‍ I wish you⁠ all the best.‍ Well, you won’t‌​ die anyway, so‌​ if you really​ don’t feel like‍​‌ doing this, you‍‌ can just dash‌⁠‌ in and kill⁠‌ yourself.”

Along⁠‍ with the ominous‍‌‌ words of Fermack,‍‍ light covered my‌⁠ sight.

****‌‍‌

Half‌⁠ of the darkness⁠​‍ enveloping the Liberty‍‍‌ Hall was lifted⁠ as the professors​​ gathered in one​‌ place.

“There⁠ are a lot⁠​‍ of gems this‍⁠ year.”

Professor‌‌⁠ Lulara of Alchemy‍ said while looking‍⁠​ at the students⁠‍⁠ half-encroached by the‌⁠ darkness.

The⁠⁠ signboards of Grade​‍‌ 2 and… Grade‌ 1.

The‍‌​ freshmen that had‍‌​ been standing in‍⁠‍ front of those‍‍ signboards were next‌ to them without‍​⁠ being isolated in‌​ the ‘testing ground’⁠‌ which had been‍⁠‍ infinitely expanded by​⁠‍ Lady Josephine.

“One‌⁠​ Grade 1 and⁠‌‍ four Grade 2s,​​ huh.”

The​ young-looking blonde-haired beauty,​‍ Lady Josephine, looked​ at the remaining​‍ students of this‌⁠⁠ place while lifting​ her monocle.

Granddaughter‌‍ of the Sword​‍​ Emperor, Alicia Arden.‌​

Druid⁠⁠​ of Avelorn, Yuel.​​

Mercenary‍‍ of Flying Swords,‌‍ Dorron Warsky.

Golem‍ Mage, Kranel Luden.⁠

They⁠⁠ were geniuses who​‌​ had been famous‌​ even before the​ admission.

Considering​‌ how most of‌⁠ the professors of‍‍ the guardian academy‍⁠ were Grade 2 with only a few of them⁠‌ being at Grade‍ 1, it was​​‌ possible to say‍‍ that these students‌‌⁠ were as strong‍ as a professor⁠ in terms of‍⁠ their ability.

Of⁠⁠ course, their ability‌ to fight in​​‌ an actual battle​​ was a completely⁠ different matter, but‍‍ it was clear⁠​ that their talents​​ were at the​ level of a genius already.

However,‌⁠ this was one‌ of the only‍‍ four academies worldwide.⁠ Here, geniuses were‌‍ overshadowed by even⁠‌ greater geniuses.

Josephine​⁠ turned towards the⁠ Grade 1 signboard.‍​‍

“…”​

There​⁠⁠ was a mysterious‍‍ girl with a sharp gaze who⁠ was standing straight‌‌ as if she⁠ had been straightened​​ up by a right-angled ruler.

Her‌ nun clothes tightly‍‍‍ tied by chains​ and her short‍ hair were exactly‍⁠⁠ the same as​‍ what Lady Josephine⁠‌⁠ had seen in‍⁠​ the past.

She​ appeared like a temperamental cat from​‌ a distance, but⁠‌⁠ Josephine was with​ the chairman of‍ the academy, Eriu⁠‌ Casarr, when first‌ inviting her, so⁠ she knew her‌⁠‌ true identity.

‘What‌ is the chairman‌ thinking?’

If​⁠‍ not for the‍​ dozens of yellow‌ talismans stuck on​⁠ the entangled chains,⁠ even Lady Josephine​‌ would have been‌‌ greatly against inviting‌ this girl.

Heavenly⁠‍‌ Yaksha, Hua Ran.⁠‌​

‘Knight’‍⁠ was not a suitable description for⁠‌⁠ that girl. A ghastly aura that‌​⁠ couldn’t be concealed‌‍‌ by the indifferent​‌ look on her‌‌⁠ face was devouring​⁠⁠ the nearby air.‍‌

“…I‍ suppose there would⁠⁠‍ be no need⁠ to gauge your​​ abilities. Please wait⁠‌ until everyone else⁠‍ is done with‍⁠ their test.”

Leaving⁠ behind the cream⁠‍ of the crop,‍‍ Josephine and the⁠‍⁠ remaining professors gazed‌ into the dimension‍ where the students‍‍ had gone into.​​

“By‌⁠ the way, is⁠‌ there even a need to bother‌ about these kids?”​​

One‍​⁠ of the professors,‍​⁠ Professor Ronan said​‌‍ while looking at‍⁠ the students through‌ one of the⁠ crystals.

Most‌‌‍ of the students‍⁠ were in Grade​‍​ 5, so he⁠⁠ was evaluating them​‍ along with 3 other professors, but​‌ he was also⁠‌​ in charge of‍⁠ the four Grade​‍ 6 students.

“Honestly,​ wouldn’t it be⁠‌⁠ better to expel‍‌⁠ these ungifted students…”‍⁠⁠

Grade⁠​ 5 was already‍⁠​ quite useless, and​‍ Grade 6 pretty‍ much meant they​ were completely ungifted.​‍ They could only‌‌⁠ barely perceive even⁠‍‌ the most basic​​ of astral bodies​ so it was‍‌ hard to make‌‌ use of them.‍⁠ They were like‌ pebbles who just​ happened to be​ awakened.

Professor‌‍ Ronan used his‌‍ cold gaze to​‍⁠ stare at the‌‍​ under-achieving students whom​ he would not‌​‌ even consider as⁠‍ his disciples.

He‌​ had also been⁠⁠‌ hailed as a genius when he‌⁠​ was young, and‍‌​ thus could not⁠‌ understand the minds‌‍​ of ungifted and‍ normal students.

Considering‍⁠ how education was⁠⁠ meant to cultivate‌​‌ the wide range‍‌ of students instead​ of focusing on​⁠ the small number‍​‍ of geniuses, Professor⁠‍‌ Ronan was by‌ no means a good educator.

Lady‍ Josephine heaved a sigh at the‍‍ professors that were​​‌ too much of​⁠​ an elitist and​ changed the atmosphere⁠‌ by slapping the‌ air with her‍‌ whip.

“It‌ is the chairman‍​‍ who wants every​⁠ student to walk‌ down the path‍ of education. Are⁠​ you dissatisfied with‌ anything?”

Any‍⁠​ complaints?

Professor‌‌‌ Ronan closed his​​‍ mouth. Just like⁠⁠ other elitists, he‍‍‍ became humble in‍​ front of someone​ who was more⁠ of an elite‌‌ than him.

“…”⁠​‍

But⁠ even Lady Josephine​ was unable to‌‍ refute the words​‍ of Professor Ronan‌ while looking at​ the boy with‍​ a pony-tail stuck​ in the dimension​‌⁠ she made.

Grade​ 6.

These‍ ungifted students which⁠ were as rare‌‍​ as the few⁠ geniuses were usually‌‌⁠ unable to withstand‍⁠ the burden of⁠‍‍ a guardian.

It‍ would be great​ if they could⁠‌‌ even defeat Grade‌⁠ 5 monsters.

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