Episode 1293
The times students complete their career assessments and return to Rock Island vary.
The problem is that you have to prepare your graduation thesis as soon as you return. At Kizen, you write your graduation thesis and have it evaluated in the first semester of your third year, not in your last semester.
In other words, I had to finish my employment evaluation quickly and return to work so I could write my graduation thesis quickly.
And although his return was somewhat delayed, Simon had a plan. Based on the Metal Lamia he possessed, he wanted to write a thesis on the topic of ‘Undead Utilizing the New Energy Coral’.
Coral is a resource of Whiteland, not the continent. When many scholars were wondering about this, it was clear that if the current student council president wrote a new paper on the subject of coral, it would arouse great interest in both academia and related industries. It was a very smart decision.
-The chairman is out there doing a new undead vision? He’s writing a thesis on it.
-really?
When Simon returned from his mission and said he was starting to prepare his thesis, the third-year students from the Summoning Department who were working on it got curious and rushed out of the dormitory.
Before long, quite a few people had gathered in the open space in front of the dormitory. And Simon was preparing to bring an undead out of subspace.
“wow!”
“Well, isn’t it cool?”
A snake-like undead covered in sleek silver scales had gleaming eyes. The ‘metal undead’, a combination of metal and undead, was a unique being that all necromancers desired.
“Get ready, Lamia.”
-Beep!
The young Lamia flinched and entered the metal snake. Soon, the Metal Lamia began to operate, and its eyes lit up as if it was being powered on, and it raised its head.
“It’s a bit complicated around here, so let’s move a little to the side.”
-Pfft!
thud!
However, upon hearing the order to move, Metal Lamia fell to the ground and began to wriggle and crawl in place like an earthworm.
Simon felt sorry for himself too late.
‘I just focused on increasing my swimming speed… … .’
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the current Metal Lamia has almost no ability to walk on the ground. Furthermore, the one controlling it is a young Lamian who doesn’t know how to move on the ground.
‘I need to teach Lamia how to walk. Until then, let’s refrain from using it on the ground.’
Simon turns his head as he thinks about that.
Wow!
Suddenly, cheers erupted among the students.
“What, what? What are you doing?”
“There must be a reason, right?”
At that moment, Fitzgerald, who had been watching with a serious expression from the side, pushed up his glasses.
“It seems to be a movement to control the energy that is released from within. The technical term is ‘twisting’, but simply put, it is a movement that mixes the materials inside the snake-type undead.”
Simon sweat profusely when he heard that.
‘It’s just crawling.’
Anyway, Metal Lamia opened its mouth after settling down in its new location. The most powerful Coral cannon was too dangerous to use next to the dormitory, so it wanted to try using a new technology that reduced its power.
“Let’s get started!”
At Simon’s shout, Metal Lamia shot a purple sphere from its mouth.
It flew forward at a normal speed, then the sphere disintegrated and spread out into a large ring-like shape.
The trees that hit the purple ring disappeared without a trace.
Oooooooohhh-!
The students cheered in amazement at its power, and Simon also moved his quill and recorded the maximum range and scope in his notebook.
A rather unusual round dent in the ground. My classmates approached me, chatting noisily.
“Awesome! Chairman!”
“Can you shoot one more shot?”
Simon smiled awkwardly at his classmates’ urging.
“I’m sorry, but I have to conserve resources. I’ll end the demonstration here for today.”
“it’s a shame!”
“But it was still fun!”
The students who were watching also dispersed one by one, perhaps because they were stimulated, saying that they would quickly supplement their graduation theses. Simon also finished recording his data.
‘Compared to the shape of the main gun, the range of the projectiles is still disappointing. I need to train myself to be able to control it a bit better.’
“Simon.”
At that moment, Fitzgerald, who was among the onlookers, approached. Simon also welcomed him warmly.
“Oh, Fitzgerald! Did you have a good mission?”
“okay.”
Fitzgerald nodded and pushed up his glasses. Simon also copied his movements a lot while putting on his glass makeup, but he felt that it was difficult to imitate the original’s natural movements.
Then Simon’s gaze turned to the armband on Fitzgerald’s shoulder.
“The armband suits you well! New gun corps.”
Hector stepped down from his position as the Summoning Department President, saying he wanted to return to his roots and original intentions, and Fitzgerald is currently wearing the armband. In Kizen, where ability is everything, it was natural for him, ranked 15th overall, to become the President.
But Fitzgerald shook his head.
“I’m just a temporary worker, and the position of the head of the department will change in the second semester. But… … .”
Fitzgerald stared blankly at Metal Lamia, then turned his head back to look at Simon.
“Are you really planning to choose coral undead as your graduation thesis topic?”
“huh.”
“As a fellow necromancer, I have high hopes for you, but as a friend, you have chosen a difficult path.”
“why?”
Fitzgerald continued, his face complicated and subtle, his head tilted upward.
“You will learn it naturally as you use it.”* * *
Simon began writing his graduation thesis in earnest.
While working in the 3rd Army Corps, I naturally trained Metal Lamia, and I also prepared the data and drafts to be used in the thesis in advance. I thought that all I had to do was write the thesis and that was it. But.
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‘Ugh.’
I ran into some difficulties while writing the principles of firing the Coral cannon.
Simon called in Alaze, the developer of Metal Lamia, and asked him to explain in detail the process of firing Coral from its mouth.
[Internal digestive fluid is generated before launch. Additional combination of L1 proliferating cells formed in the body and U1, which has previously combined C1 and C3. Chemical reaction inside the body. This chemical reaction is ejected into the battery.]
“Wait, wait! I don’t know what you’re talking about since the digestive juices are generated! There are such cells?”
[Alaze. The cell name you just named. A name that does not exist before.]
It took Simon half a day just to analyze and organize Alaze’s explanations so that he could use them in his thesis.
Alazeh also seemed tired of having to explain in human language something that was so natural to him.
“Wait a minute, Alaze. What does this mean? It says to mix digestive fluid with Vulcarium, but as for the composition of digestive fluid… … .”
[I don’t know.]
“You shouldn’t know that, right? It’s your body.”
Alaze, who had the appearance of a goblin resembling Simon, shrugged.
[Then, Commander. When you eat food, do you know exactly what ingredients are mixed in the food, and what nutrients go to which organ? Do you track and understand all the processes inside your body?]
Simon felt belatedly like he had been hit in the head with a hammer.
‘I see.’
Alazeh had no theory.
Alaze is not a researcher, but a bio-undead technician who creates results. He only creates the most sophisticated undead through tens of thousands of experiments and trial and error using the unique body of Abomination, but he does not have a solid understanding of the composition principles of production.
I only know through experience and experimentation that doing this produces good undead, and doing that produces a certain chemical reaction. I have never thought deeply about why such things happen.
‘I thought it was too easy.’
Simon slumped back against the wall.
A graduation thesis must be academic and explainable to others. However, this Undead Korhal cannon was a weapon that only Alaze could produce and that only the 7th Legion could operate.
If we try to explain in a thesis what other necromancers cannot do, without academic consideration, it would be nothing more than boasting about being able to use such weapons. It would be inappropriate to write as a graduation thesis that requires theoretical depth.
‘That’s why Fitzgerald said it was a difficult road.’
It wasn’t Alajeh’s fault. This was Simon’s trial and error as he was writing his first thesis.
Simon, growing impatient, lightly bit the tip of his quill.
‘Should I change the subject now?’
The first candidate that comes to mind is the Behemoth Battleship. However, the Behemoth Battleship is probably the most popular thesis topic for Summoning Studies students, so it will inevitably overlap. In addition, the core of it is the power of the ‘Guards’ that only Simon possesses, and this part is equally difficult to express academically.
The same goes for the Divine Immunity Death Knight that Simon possesses. After all, the Divine Immunity part is already in the thesis, and since it is based on the power of the saint, there is a high possibility that this part will be an issue.
‘It’s best to exclude skills that only I can do, skills that only the commander can do. Then-‘
When I think about it that way, the range of topics I can choose from is greatly reduced.
Back to Metal Lamia, I could write a treatise on operating Metal Undead, leaving out the description of Coral and its main gun functions, but it would be too thin and sparse to cover just that.
I thought it was inappropriate for this year’s Kizen student council president’s graduation speech, which many people were looking forward to.
‘My head hurts.’* * *
“You’ll probably have a headache.”
The owner of the voice that was speaking like that was a man wearing a neat, pure white tuxedo, Professor of Curses Bahil Amagar.
Senior Assistant Chehekl stared at his superior with an expression that said, “What nonsense are you talking about again?”
“Who has a headache?”
“My Simon. Isn’t the end of the first semester of the third year the graduation thesis season?”
“Do you think that statement is appropriate at this time and in this situation?”
Bahil and Chehekl were currently at the banquet hall of the Curse Research Conference held at Pentammonium. The two were walking around the venue in suits and dresses.
Some of the necromancers nearby were slowly looking around, trying to get a word in with Bahil.
“Very appropriate.”
Bahil suddenly said.
“Rather than discussing wasteful waste of paper, which is nothing but patchwork research written by people who are stuck in a mold and have hardened their minds, wouldn’t it be more refreshing to talk about papers written by the best students in the world?”
Upon hearing those words, the surrounding necromancers’ faces hardened and they consciously turned their backs and left. Bahil smiled gently.
“I want to go back to school soon and teach fresh students.”
Chehekl took a deep breath.
“Please don’t make enemies.”
“No one under heaven can be my rival.”
Crazy guy.
Chehekl was about to blurt out those words without thinking, but realized it was an important matter and swallowed his words.
“And I always remind you that you forget, but Simon is in the Summoning Department.”
“That’s the key part. The Summoning major will work against Simon this time.”
Bahil spread his arms.
“Undead is a field that humanity has not yet fully understood. Necromancers who are crazy about practicality have been using the undead for a long time simply because they are useful, but the logical foundation for academic questions such as ‘why?’ and ‘how?’ is weak.”
As he said that, he picked up the wine glass on the table and shook it around.
“My Simon will try to write a perfect thesis based on Agent Undead without knowing much about it. But the more he tries to write well, the more he will get bogged down. It’s a problem because he is so good.”
“Please stop saying ‘my Simon’… … .”
“On the other hand, there is no discipline where cause and effect are clear like a curse. If you use this formula, that effect occurs. It’s very neat.”
Bahil smiled refreshingly.
“Kizen Student Council President’s graduation thesis. If he wants to complete something worthy of his reputation, he’ll eventually have to come to me for help.”
“… … Before that, I will go to my direct professor, Professor Aaron.”
“Even Senior Aaron wouldn’t be able to come up with a sharp answer.”
Bahil put down his wine glass, asserting his assertion.
“Senior Aaron is not a legion commander. He probably doesn’t have a deep understanding of the legion-type undead that Simon has.”
“Yes, yes. Think whatever you want.”
Chehekl, who had given up on trying to stop him, sighed and replied.
Bahil clapped his hands.
“Come on, let’s get this done as quickly as possible and get out of this disgusting old people’s banquet hall. I want to go help Simon!”* * *
And as Chehekl had expected, Simon, blocked by the wall, headed towards Aaron’s laboratory.
Knock knock.
The lab of Aaron, the professor in charge of the department that I always visit and also Simon’s direct professor. Simon, who was now familiar with it, knocked politely and opened his mouth.
“Professor, this is Simon.”
A moment after Simon finished speaking, a rustling sound was heard along with a languid voice.
“Come in.”
Squeak.
Simon carefully opened the door and stepped inside. The floor and shelves were still littered with undead materials.
Simon, who had been walking carefully on tiptoe so as not to step on the ingredients, raised his head. Aaron, who was lying on the sofa, was sweeping away the blanket and brushing away his messy hair.
“Oh, you were sleeping?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
As he spoke, Aaron had dark circles under his eyes and his beard was growing rough. The hair on his legs that could be seen under his shorts was as thick as a forest.
“Sit down.”
Aaron got up and went to make some tea, and Simon sat down on a randomly empty sofa seat and waited.
“Is black tea okay?”
“yes.”
The office smelled like adhesive materials, but after a while, the strong scent of black tea covered the smell. Only then did Simon feel his head clear up a little. Then his gaze turned to one side of the table.
<Professor Research Evaluation Schedule>
<Continued contract with evaluation score of A or higher>
‘It’s not just the students who are having a hard time, it’s the professors who are having a hard time too.’
Only then did Simon understand why Aaron was so busy during the first semester of his third year when there were no final exams.
Professor Kizen is the highest authority in each discipline, and he has to constantly produce results to prove that he is worthy of that position. And he does this while teaching students.
After a while, Aaron put down two cups of tea on the table and sat down on the sofa.
“I heard you reported back from the dormitory. Did you finish the employment evaluation without any problems?”
Simon smiled brightly.
“Yes, it’s thanks to you, professor.”
“The active corps commander is saying such humble things.”
Aaron picked up the teapot and poured black tea into a cup. Just watching the tea fill the cup made Simon’s mouth water.
“Are you here to discuss your graduation thesis?”
“Oh, how did you know?”
“Now is the time.”
Aaron continued speaking, pouring tea into his own cup.
“What’s the topic?”
“It’s about the undead who mainly use ‘coral,’ a resource obtained from another world.”
Aaron stirred the tea lightly with a teaspoon, then crossed his legs and brought the cup to his chest.
“You chose a difficult topic.”
“……haha.”
“With your current level of ability, you could probably write a thesis on a slightly easier topic. Originally, if you were to write a thesis, it would take an endless amount of time and money.”
Knock knock.
Aaron, who had poured the teaspoon and placed it on the tea tray, was giving surprisingly realistic advice.
“If you are a practical necromancer, you can finish your thesis with a passing grade and then invest your energy in other areas.”
“still-“
Simon folded his hands together and his eyes sparkled.
“This is the last thesis written in the name of Simon Pollentia, the student council president of Kizen. I want to do my best without any regrets.”
I want to do my best without regrets.
A deep smile appeared on Aaron’s lips when he heard those words.
Click.
As soon as the teacup landed on the saucer, Aaron tilted his head with his eyes wide open.
“What is blocked?”
Completely immersed in Simon’s thesis topic.
The door would only open to those who knocked.
