Chapter 33 – Episode 33 – Meeting

Look up

I calmly stared at the sword stabbing me with a bloody force.

You should read the sword.

Only then can you perform the skill called ‘parring’.

The path of the sword twists strangely and the blade surges toward my side.

Yeah I thought it would be this pattern.

After stepping into the guy’s range, he slashed the approaching knife.

Parrying with precise time and RBI.

Caang!

The sound of iron and iron splashing is deafening.

At the same time, the Skeleton Knight who swung his sword at me stumbled and lost his balance.

He took a step forward and swung his sword horizontally.

Shock.

With a clean cutting sound, the boy’s head tumbled to the floor.

Beep-!

A mechanical sound rings to let you know that the battle simulation I set up is over.

“OK.”

This is pretty satisfactory.

“Kyaaaaa! Player! How can you parry all the attacks like that? Crazy, really!”

An angel spins around me and praises me.

“Huh… I guess this is the basic knowledge of a prosecutor?”

He smiled and said to the angel.

“Player, if you release warriors later and say that to other users, will you be beaten to death?”

An angel who laughs and dismisses it as a joke.

Well, parrying is a bit difficult.

Still, one of the advantages of a swordsman is that it is easy to parry, unlike shooters and people with special abilities, so I think parrying is essential even if it is difficult for a swordsman.

“Oh yeah, you worked really hard today.”

I already ran the 10th simulation.

The feeling of exhaustion is no joke as he repeatedly tightens and loosens tension as he rushes into battle.

Beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his chin, proof of his hard work.

“Player, stay still!”

With a groan, the angel lifts up a towel the size of his body and presses it against my face.

Like an angel with good sense, it is a cold towel.

“Oh, that’s good.”

While being attended by angels, he slowly recalled the battle he had just witnessed.

A battle in which 5 Skeleton Knights were defeated using only pure stats without using any abilities.

‘Not bad’

It’s still not as physical as I thought it was in my prime, but it’s worth watching.

Right now, my stats are pretty deformed.

Strength 15, Agility 25, Stamina 5.

60 mana.

A swordsman who is completely oblivious to mana.

These are the stats before equipping Levatein.

I would be astounded if I saw it after clearing the old hard mode with a single sword.

But this couldn’t be helped.

When I was sucked into the Underworld before, I couldn’t clear it if I didn’t hit the extra 30 stats with mana.

And even if I go all-in on mana, I don’t see it as such a loss.

The taste of a skill I tasted for the first time was so sweet, but it was strange to think of it as a loss.

The distance traveled by diligently stepping on six steps is one step on the spirit level.

Unlike the time when I had to climb up the wall like crazy and catch the wyvern by slamming it down in the air, if I use the Spirit Slash in the air, the wings are cut off and fall in front of me.

I’ve already fallen

Unlike the time when I broke it purely with control, I learned the taste of practical and efficient skills.

No, did you realize what you should enjoy basically?

“Player, is this still not enough?”

The angel cleverly wets a towel in cold water and asks me.

“Gorum. If you look for my You Tube channel later, it will come out.”

What I am doing now is a kind of rehabilitation therapy training.

Training that pushes to the limit with concentration and physicality without using a single skill.

Recently, I have a feeling that I have become dull to some extent by relying only on skills that are too comfortable, so I am restoring it like this.

“Hey, angel, but you know this skill, ‘Sense of Feeling’. Is this really good?”

I said to the angel who was wringing out the wet towel.

A texture that says that the sharp sense written in the description becomes more forged and sharper.

I don’t know how far this concept of ‘sense’ goes, but when I read the sword, I felt something, so I should say that parrying was easier, but there was such a thing.

Shit.

The angel speaks with a meaningful smile.

“You’re still in a state where you can grow. Will you really be okay later?”

“Oh oh!”

I guess the angel didn’t give this to me in the beginning.

I’m already looking forward to it.

“Ah, but today is a bit difficult.”

Is it because I trained too hard for a few days after meeting Mubaek? My body is especially tired today.

“Don’t push yourself too hard. This scenario is pretty easy anyway.”

The angel said, placing a cold towel on my cheek.

That’s right.

The third scenario this time is anti-ban.

It is a scenario with a strong event nature, but it is a scenario for power-up before moving on to the fourth chapter.

It’s definitely a laid-back scenario, but…

“I don’t know. Angel, let’s have a drink first.”

“Okay! Let’s have a drink!”

It’s not good to overheat your head.

It should be cooled with sweet sugar.

I approached the vending machine next to the stairs and pulled out a soda.

Tick!

The moment you open the lid and try to pour the refreshing carbonation down your throat.

“Oh the fuck!”

A husky voice echoed through the hallway, prompting the drink to spill.

“Elemental Spirit.”

Right before the drink fell to the floor, I quickly wrapped around the water elemental to retrieve the drink.

“Wow, this was really shit.”

“As expected Player!”

Seriously, it was just a fleeting moment to reflexively put on the elemental flag.

Also a guy like me.

“Fuck!”

A husky voice rang out again.

“What the hell is that?”

“Huh?! I think you’re a woman?”

The angel speaks to me with twinkling eyes.

The voice that I just spat out the swear words was a bit neutral rather than a woman’s voice. How do you know that?

Still, my interest was piqued.

I sucked the drink that was suspended in the air into my mouth and moved to the source of the sound.

“Some… Be it… Some!”

The source of the whimpering and vexed sounds was another simulation room, some distance away from the one I was training in.

As the sound approaches, a woman is seen standing on the other side of the transparent wall.

She is a beautiful woman with a boyish charm, with short black hair and nervous eyes.

“Five!”

“After all, my feelings are not wrong!”

The angel exclaims ‘big’ and sticks out her breasts.

“This is real…!”

A boyish beauty with her right arm stretched out in front and her left hand grasping her own right wrist.

Dismissal.

Her pitch-black electric current shoots up from her shoulder and glides down in an instant to the tip of the woman’s arm.

“Yeah.. That’s right!”

A concentrating beauty with furious eyes frowning.

It seemed like a black current flowed smoothly.

Support position-!

A black electric current suddenly bounced from her right wrist, and then there was a bang! And exploded, blowing away her beauty.

“Oh my, what is that?”

It’s an inelegant ability control.

She couldn’t control it properly and even hurt herself while realizing her superpower.

“Aaaaagh!”

The beauty who fell on her floor screamed as if in a fit of evil.

“Why not!”

She screamed and now she is a beauty who even cries.

Are men said to be weak against beauty’s tears?

At that moment, I sympathized with her sadness without realizing it, heuk.

“Yes?”

A beauty who accidentally met my eyes while hitting the floor with a bang.

As she stared at me, I gently raised her hand and shook it.

Isn’t it embarrassing to just stare?

“You you!”

A beauty pointing at me with her cheeks turning red.

“Come on!”

On her outstretched hand toward me, there was a tattoo in the shape of a ‘something’ in black.

He seemed to have a bad personality, but maybe he’s a bully?

“Come over here!”

Anyway, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s pretty.

I opened her door and walked over to her pointing her finger at me.

“You… You! Huh?”

As she was expressing her anger, her gaze shifted to her right arm.

I followed her gaze and she saw the black armband draped over my right arm.

“Are you the class president?”

“Yes. By the way?”

Let’s tap her armband and tell her, ‘Ugh.’ And her temper slightly lowered.

“Why is the class president here?!”

Looking at her screaming at her, I roughly inferred.

That kid is in first grade.

In this academy, the color of the armband for the first year class president is black, the second year is red, and the third year is gold.

However, seeing my armband lowered my spirits, which means that I am a first-year student.

Because this academy is pretty strict with juniors.

“What is it? I’m here to train.”

Being the same freshman, I also accepted her words in casual language.

“I have to practice. What should I do if I come here?! I’m wasting that precious time.”

Are you worried about me?

The voice is angry, but the content is kind?

In response to her question, I tapped the iron sword hanging from my waist and said,

“I’m a swordsman, so I can’t learn from anyone.”

“Ah! You can’t believe that…”

She was startled and seemed to remember something about her.

It seems that rumors about me spread to some extent during the first year.

Well, it’s strange that he’s the only prosecutor in the school and wears a class president, but it’s not spreading.

“I’d rather ask. What are you doing here?”

“Oops!”

She cowers at my question.

“Just looking at it, I thought it was strange to control my abilities, but isn’t that the one who really needs lessons?”

“Ugh!”

Fact violence further shrinks the body.

“You!”

She stretched out her body for a moment and pointed at her.

“Quickly tell me I’m wrong!”

“Why?”

A bit ironic, but true.

In this world of damn difficulty, if you have that level of skill, you will surely die or get seriously injured.

“Ugh… Ugh!”

Her mouth opens as if she is about to say something.

“Is there any reason?”

“Yeah! I’m sorry!”

She shouted, channeling her anger at me with her searing eyes.

“What?”

But I’m used to these feelings.

She deftly accepted her feelings and asked her again.

“Ugh.. Ugh! Class saying you can’t!”

“So why?”

“I can’t do class because I can’t control it!”

Huh? What are you talking about? If you can’t control it, you should take a class.

“I can’t go to class because I blow people away because of the fucking controls!”

She sighs and screams at me.

Anger is turned into resentment.

“I want to take lessons too! But I can’t!”

“Ah…”

It seems that what she blew herself up with earlier also affected the people around her.

“Today, I was kicked out here because I hurt the instructor!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she screamed at me.

“Then apologize!”

Did they say that men are weak against her beauty’s tears?

Without regret, I fell to her knees.

“Sorry!”

I nailed it to the navel.

I was trash

To insult a child who was so motivated and tried to work hard.

“Ugh!”

She whimpers and silently looks at me.

I know better than anyone the pain of not being able to work hard even though I want to.

So, I wanted to help her.

“As an apology, I’ll help you.”

“How can you help me!”

She looked at my sword in disbelief.

Oh, do you think I can’t help because I’m a prosecutor?

“Even if you look at it like this, you’re well versed in the natural world.”

She jumped up and held her pose just as she did earlier.

From her right shoulder, she sent the lightning around her arm and ejected it.

Fain!

An electric current surged forward neatly.

“Uh…Uh huh?”

She blankly looks at me.

“I’m the class president. You know how good I am? So trust me and learn.”

Knock knock.

Hitting the armband on her right arm, I spoke to her with her confidence.