#93
93. Niflheim (5)
the next day.
When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
I got my memory back
This is the 5th floor of the annex that accommodates recruits.
It was the top floor of the annex and had exceptionally few rooms. The reason for the small number of rooms is simple. Because it is a floor for instructors.
‘… … Yournet.’
Originally, the place assigned to me was on the 4th floor. However, an unknown fire broke out in the room, and I was forced to move the accommodation. It was this room at the end of the corridor on the 5th floor.
I roughly tidied up the bedding and stood up.
The room was neat and tidy. The bed, desk, and wardrobe were shiny like new.
‘He did a good job.’
I looked elsewhere, but it wasn’t like this.
It seemed that the whole room had been turned upside down.
“Are you there?”
smart.
There was a knock.
“okay.”
“excuse me.”
Nisled opened the door and entered.
She bowed deeply to me and glanced at the bed. Nisled silently approached the bed and arranged her pillows and blankets at a perfect angle.
“Is there anything inconvenient about staying there? It’s very shabby. If you want, go to the 13th floor…”
“done.”
I picked up the scabbard and shield lying on the desk.
I said to Nisled who was standing upright in the corner of the wall.
“You didn’t tell me my identity, did you?”
“Of course. He said he didn’t want a fuss.”
Nisled bowed to me.
“I understand. If it turns out that Loki is the one here, I’ll be in trouble in Niflheim.”
“It probably won’t be that much.”
“What unfortunate words.”
clap.
After tightening the straps on my armor one last time, I opened the door.
“I will do it.”
Nisled’s body faded and then disappeared.
Stealth, the highest level of stealth. Nisled had the ability to erase signs.
‘It’s annoying.’
He vehemently refused to accompany him, but after Nisled said that he would be scolded if he went back like this, he consented without hesitation.
The condition is that I do not reveal my identity to normal heroes. And hide your face You may not know the first, but the second will not be difficult. Contrary to appearances, Nisled is a Master Assassin and has a 6-star level. He was a strong player who entered the top 100 only by pure order.
come out into the hallway
The instructors were chatting in the rest area.
Their eyes met but he ignored them. When I went down to the fourth floor, I met two people who were waiting for me.
“Brother, are you here?”
Jenna waved her hand.
Aaron from the side bowed his head to me.
“Did you sleep?”
“The facilities are better than ours. Thanks to that, I slept soundly.”
“I slept well too.”
‘I don’t have a good complexion for sleeping well.’
I smiled at Aaron’s face.
You must have a lot of thoughts. Who I am, how I knew Niflheim, and what I will become in the future. As of now, I have nothing to say. Opportunity will come later.
I looked around the drawing room.
In addition to us, the recruits were talking in groups of threes and threes.
The main topic was Niflheim.
Admire the size and facilities of the waiting room. Eccle’s remark that those with excellent grades will be put in Niflheim. And the rumors about Niflheim he knew. Jenna, who had been watching the twosome of women squirming, spoke her words out.
“I talked to the other unnies yesterday, and they said this place is so amazing. The number of people is amazing, the facilities are amazing, and there are many strong people.”
Jenna whispered to me.
The recruits knew Niflheim even though they did not belong here.
Information about this place seemed to be more widespread than I thought.
“Above all, this Niflheim… has never lost?”
“Who is it?”
“It’s just like everyone else.”
“I’ve heard that too. Invincible.”
Aaron added.
‘I’ve never lost.’
I have failed many missions.
After thinking about it, I realized.
‘Are you talking about something other than a mission?’
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It seemed to be talking about a battle between Masters.
In that sense, it cannot be denied.
Because it was literally.
“A lot of people seemed to want to enter Niflheim.”
“Because you’re an excellent grader?”
“Yes. They say there is no worry of being synthesized or dying on the mission. The welfare is perfect, and the evaluation of the ball is great. They don’t discriminate against you because you’re from another place.”
I looked around the recruiters again.
It’s not 100 if it’s 100, but there was a glimpse of anticipation in the faces of many recruits.
“How are you?”
“I’m talking about it. Of course I have to go back. My colleagues are waiting.”
“Neither do I.”
The two answers are without hesitation.
I guess so. If you have a purpose to return to.
Recruiters with a disapproving expression must have a similar reason.
‘The question is, can I do what I want?’
Entering Niflheim, or wanting to return to the original place, is not 100% possible.
First of all, the condition for permanent residency proposed by Eccle is within the third place.
97 people fall short. Even if they wanted to, they could not enter Niflheim.
The second is when a person with excellent grades does not want to receive a permanent residence permit.
This happens occasionally. But they are 99% irreversible. By that time, the negotiations have already ended, and the Master will sell the hero to Niflheim.
‘Jenna could be like that.’
This guy’s talent is special.
If I didn’t intervene, there was a good chance it would be the second case.
I have no intention of leaving it alone.
It’s about time.
Following the instructor’s guidance, we gathered together on the first floor of the annex building and headed to the restaurant.
After eating at the cafeteria, the first class awaits. If yesterday was the entrance ceremony and accommodation assignment, today was the real education.
We entered the large building across from the annex.
Climbing the stairs and passing through the hallways were repeated. A large iron gate opened, and we reached a high-ceilinged room with a dais and chairs. I noticed right away.
‘It’s a lecture room.’
The recruits were seated while looking around curiously.
After checking the number of people, all other instructors left, leaving only one Elderkin.
Elderkin stood at the church, looked around at the recruits, and said.
“You guys will start taking theory classes from now on.”
“……theory?”
“Half of the training you guys will go through will consist of learning and applying theories about missions and combat. Detailed combat techniques will be implemented in the second half of the training.”
Question marks appeared on people’s faces.
Elderkin continued.
“You guys should know from experience. The fact that this world has different laws from reality. Then, what do you need to survive?”
None of the recruits responded.
“It is information.”
“…”
“You guys should know the laws of this world. What the letters that appear before your eyes mean. What are your stats and skills? How do you use them and apply them to battle? Starting with these basic things.”
Elderkin said.
“In the long run, the types of missions and strategies, how to use objects, the types and types of enemies, from formations to warfare. We will teach you all of these.”
“Stats, skills, missions. I think I heard it somewhere.”
muttered Jenna.
yes it is Because I explained it myself.
‘Did they know?’
but.
I couldn’t have known
I’ve seen several scenes where seniors seem to pass on their memories to newcomers.
After rolling and suffering for so long, it was normal to have a system in place. I also assumed that and operated it.
“The first thing you guys need to know is where we are in the world.”
Elderkin pulled out an object from under the church.
A square toy painted in black and white.
It was chess.
“There must be one in your estate. It’s a game called chess.”
Elderkin put the piece next to the chessboard.
round black horse. It was the lowest-ranking horse, the phone.
‘A metaphor between a player and a chess piece.’
The resting room in the dorm is installed by any master.
If chess is a basic item in the break room, there will be no hero who does not know that game.
“Master is…”
Elderkin’s explanation continued.
There are a lot of sajog-I, but the core of the metaphor is simple.
Heroes are mere toys to be manipulated by their masters.
That you can’t survive if you don’t realize it.
But no one seems shocked.
It will not be unfamiliar to them either. Recruiters are not newly summoned chicks.
Missions, synthesis, and conversion are the basics of waiting room operation. If you didn’t realize anything while living in this system, you were an idiot.
Elderkin was defining the hero formation more clearly, which the recruiter was half aware of.
Boring lectures continued.
“……Cool.”
There is already a sleepy guy.
Because everyone is accustomed to training to move their bodies,
It was no wonder that some of the heroes felt bored.
‘I’m like that too.’
It’s boring rather than boring.
I’m reciting the facts I already know.
In the afternoon, the content of the class changed.
This time, the definition of stats and skills. And about levels and experience points.
I looked at the exit of the lecture room while listening to it.
“…”
Nisled was standing.
Mouth moves. As for the shape of the mouth.
‘You may come out.’
I shook my head.
It’s fine until today.
But if it’s like this for two weeks… … .
dinner.
After returning to the annex, I opened the door.
“…”
The dimensional door is open.
The garden was reflected through the fog.
‘Is there anything else to do?’
The meal was over, and there was no reason to call the two of them, Jenna and Aaron.
The current time is early evening.
It will be enough time to finish the reunion that we couldn’t finish yesterday.
I moved my feet through the portal.
A familiar garden greeted me. There are sweets and tea cups on the table. Nisled was standing at the entrance. And Yurnet was sitting with her legs folded.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Master. How was your day?”
“It wasn’t good.”
“Can we cancel all training schedules?”
I shook my head.
I have no income, but Jenna and Aaron are different.
The importance of information has been realized many times. Perhaps, had I not had this opportunity, I would have taken the time to explain it myself.
“I have more to say than that. A lot of that.”
“Tell me.”
I fell from Earth into Mobius while playing a mobile game.
Then I managed to somehow survive and get to the account I was playing on.
However, there were quite a few things to point out.
“How much do you know?”
“That’s a complicated question.”
Yurnet smiled.
“It seems that you’ve noticed something about this world.”
“Yes. I know that I am a chess piece, and that I am moving for the master’s amusement.”
“I think I know the Internet.”
Otherwise, the recruitment message on the dispatch bulletin board cannot be explained.
Yurnet replied.
“Of course. I’m also learning about Earth’s culture. It’s helpful in many ways.”
“How did you know I fell here? It couldn’t have been possible on the Internet.”
“Master, do you remember what I said yesterday?”
The conversations I had with Yurnet were not one or two.
Still, I was able to infer from the context.
“The connection between a master and a hero is deep.”
“You know.”
Yurnet laughed softly.
“Does Master know the interference power?”
“I know.”
“Then it would be simple. The source of all our power comes from the master. The higher the rank, the stronger the power, the stronger the connection between the master and the hero.”
Yurnet opened her right hand, and a book appeared.
A goat is drawn on the white leather cover.
Naglfar. It was one of the 5 divine magics, the magic book of illusion.
“To begin with, the five of us instinctively knew this the moment the Master landed on Mobius.”
“In a instinct?”
“Like destiny.”
‘You’re using ambiguous words.’
I don’t like the word destiny.
I sighed.
“It seems that the law only applies to the personnel on the 13th floor.”
“It’s the difference between the bowl.”
Yunet said.
