Episode 139: Man is Power (1)
“Venomphion is a B+ rank monster that can be easily caught if you pay attention to the first stinger on the tail and the second stinger on the belly.”
After hearing Vikir’s announcement, Professor Banshee frowned as if he had never heard of it.
“… … What is the ‘second stinger’? What is it?”
Venomphion is a large scorpion that lives in the desert and carries a large stinger near its tail.
If you are stung by this stinger, you have no choice but to face death before walking a few steps, so desert travelers pay special attention to the tail area when meeting Venompion.
… … However, it was the first time even Professor Banshee had heard that this Venomphion had two stingers.
In the first place, the danger level of Venompion prescribed by the Empire was not a B+ grade, but an A grade.
Bikir finally shut his mouth, wanting to say sorry.
‘Right. Was it at a time when research on Venomphion hadn’t been actively conducted yet?’
What was so obvious to adventurers who lived through the era of destruction is bound to be unfamiliar information to people of this era.
The strategy related to Venompion was also the same.
At this point, it is still before the empire engages in a large-scale monster subjugation.
It was natural that not much information was known about the monsters.
It will be several years from now that research on Venompion will be properly conducted, so Venompion is still an unfamiliar monster to the people of the Empire.
Originally, the second stinger hidden under Venompion’s stomach armor was accidentally discovered by a researcher.
When the hard exoskeleton was not dissected one by one and was applied to the smallest unit that could no longer be decomposed, the researcher accidentally spilled the solution and melted the area around Venompion’s stomach armor, and the existence of the small poison needle hidden inside it was revealed. became known to the world.
After that, Venompion’s strategy began to be reestablished, and as the reasons for the mysterious movements and unexplained attack patterns of this evil scorpion were clarified, the danger rating was downgraded.
However, all of this was information that people of the present era could not know, so Vikir just quietly evaded it.
“… … It seems that I have been researching the data by mistake.”
But Professor Banshee didn’t let Vikir go.
“How dare you do wrong research in my class? A guy who makes stupid mistakes like that doesn’t deserve my lectures. I will deduct 10 points from the overall attitude score of the Cold Weapons Donation.”
Professor Banshee threatened Bikir, or rather, the entire Cold Weapons Department.
Then, sighs and sighs could be heard from all over the classroom.
Some students were glaring at Vikir, who was not the Banshee professor, as if to kill him.
Bikir sighed helplessly.
If you go on like this, the scores of the Amon students will be reduced, and then you will make useless enemies again.
Without hesitation, Bikir reiterated what he knew.
“However, before deducting points, if you disassemble the stomach carapace of the scorpion carcass that you have, the situation will become a little clearer.”
“That means that your research results are correct?”
“Otherwise, you can set my Attitude score to zero. However, please do not deduct the group score.”
Professor Banshee twisted the corners of his mouth and smirked.
“good. I’ll give you a chance to look at my specimen by looking at that noble spirit of sacrifice.”
Before long, Professor Banshee turned over his prized scorpion carcass.
In the middle, where the hideous legs are folded, you can see the hard ship deck.
Professor Banshee took a scalpel, pumped mana into it, and ripped through the ship’s armor.
Even the hard parts that I wouldn’t have touched anymore.
OK. The students who were watching from the front row were startled and saw a scene that made them fall backwards.
… Fu-wook!
Suddenly, the stinger that had been hidden near the stomach protruded upward.
“Hehe!?”
Professor Banshee was stunned to see the stinger shoot right past his nose and fell backwards, hitting his buttock.
The hair in front of Professor Banshee, which had been cut in clumps, falls flutteringly.
Bikir looked at it and thought to himself.
‘The thing that turns over when Venomphion dies is the last move to get along with the other person. The reason why that stinger is not known to the world is that almost all the witnesses are dead.’
Before long, Professor Banshee hurriedly got up from the ground and asked Bikir.
“Well, how did you know this?”
“I was just guessing.”
“… … What guess?”
“The reason why so few people claim to have seen Venomphion is that almost all of them are dead, and I wondered where this deadly skill was hidden in this scorpion. I also wondered if the poisonous sting on its tail could be such a big threat to adventurers. So I just focused on ship armor, which is the largest and most complex structure.”
Upon hearing this, Professor Banshee made a puzzled expression.
Are you doing research just for that stupid reason? And did you get such significant results?
However, I can’t believe it when the undergraduate student who made this great discovery says so.
Professor Banshee murmured, salivating.
“Right. This is the reason why Venomphion sometimes shows erratic attack patterns, such as leaving its claws behind and attacking with its middle or tip legs. The poison needle near the belly is disposable, so it takes a long time for the poison needle to regenerate after using it, so during that time, it turns into a simple ignorant attack pattern.”
Then, all the students who heard Professor Banshee’s murmur exclaimed, “Ohhh!”
… … Except for one person.
While everyone was looking back at Bikir in admiration, there was a white-haired female student with her head bowed in the front seat.
“… … .”
It was Sinclair, a model student of the fever donation club.
What is she thinking when she sees the results of Vikir’s research, which analyzed the phenomenon much more accurately and beneficially than her own research results?
But regardless of her mood, all the students of Cold Arms and Heat Arms were whispering about Bikir’s announcement.
“Wow, that’s really great. How can you do such research?”
“I thought only being good at sports was cool… … If you do well in your studies, it’s cool.”
“But didn’t he exercise well? The other day, during Naphtali, you competed against Tudor and Sancho.”
“Ah, that’s because it was a match that didn’t use mana. Later, during the official athletic meet, you do it while using mana.”
“What do you do when you study well? He’s from a commoner anyway and doesn’t even have the basics of mana. Will you be robbed during the midterm exam?”
“Still, the attitude is cool. Did you hear that it is said that even if individual scores are deducted, group scores should not be deducted? You are loyal.”
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Public opinion was generally going well.
Although, in the first place, it was not pleasant for Bikir to form public opinion about him, for better or for worse.
Meanwhile.
Some of the freshman girls were chatting secretly, glancing back at Bikir.
“This time, I got a clear idea of my taste. I guess I like a bit of a nerdy style. It must have nerd tastes.”
“It’s good for a nerd to be handsome too… … .”
The girls laugh quietly among themselves about what they like so much, imagining the face hidden behind Bikir’s bangs and glasses.
Finally, one of them raised her head and looked at the girl behind her.
“Hey, Bianca. how about you? Isn’t he okay?”
Bianca. The eldest daughter of the concubine of the new palace and the co-chief of cold bottle donation, she raised her head.
Bianca replied in a calm tone.
“Being handsome or smart doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know if it’s pretty.”
“Eh? Then what does it mean?”
To the questions of her friends, Bianca gave a concise answer in one word.
“Men are power. You have to be strong.”
Bianca’s view of reason was very clear and distinct.
“I have no interest in men who are weaker than me. Bikir or Baccarat… … What about a kid who is not even a lower level expert?”
“to? Didn’t you do pretty well last time in Naphtali?”
“That’s not using mana. The intensity and size of the aura is proof of its true strength. That guy probably shed bloody tears during the midterm exam? Weak guys can’t survive in the academy.”
“Ah, that’s too strict. It’s okay if the guy is handsome and smart.”
The girls turn their heads again and chatter among themselves.
But Bianca was still looking at Bikir with an uninspired gaze.
‘What’s good about such a corrupt guy?’
She clicked her tongue at the male gaze of female students her age.
In Bianca’s gaze, Bikir’s figure is once again captured.
The way she answered Professor Banshee’s question step by step did not elicit any inspiration from Bianca.
‘Can’t even be an expert lower class? … … It’s boring.’
Bianca closed her eyes and yawned once.
And he completely turned his attention away from Bikir.
* * *
An outlying area located in a remote corner of the ecliptic, a small old nursery school.
“Master! It’s a sword master!”
Horror-ridden death rage spewed out.
“Sah, save me! save me please! I am not at fault!”
A night well past midnight. when everyone is asleep.
A fat man was running away, crawling across the floor, squeezing tears and runny nose.
And behind him stood Bikir, or the ‘Night Hound’, emitting a red aura with a long sword.
Bikir frowned.
‘Sword master.’
Strictly speaking, Bikir is still a top grader.
However, the aura emitted through the demonic sword Baalzebub is so dense and dense that it is almost in a liquid state close to a solid state.
Perhaps this villain, who is about to beheaded, mistook him for a master after seeing the aura of Bikir, the top grader.
Bikir said in a dry voice.
“… … dock seller. 52 years old. The mayor of the ward and the head of the nursery school. He made a deal with the devil to sell children to eat. He must have only dealt with high-class orphans as the imperial capital is overflowing with nobles’ illegitimate children. yes?”
“A high-class orphan! That, where could such a thing be!”
“He has blood from a high-ranking family, has a fair face, can read and write, and is cultured. All of these are premium. it’s for you Isn’t it?”
“is not it! Where are orphans good and bad? It’s just a blood bag anyway… … omg!?”
The dog seller unconsciously confessed his crime.
A broker wearing the mask of a nursery school manager.
It doesn’t matter if he knew or didn’t know that he was dealing with the devil.
Bikir lifted Baalzebub.
Now, if you force your arm down and pull it down, the author’s neck will roll off the body and roll on the floor.
Right then.
“… … !”
Bikir felt a cold night breeze blowing from behind.
Boo Woo-
It was too cold and heavy to be a natural wind.
Kwak!
As Bikir jumped up, something large and heavy came flying from behind.
It breaks the shoulder of the fat dog seller who was supposed to be killed and smashes the stone pillar behind him.
“… … ?”
Bikir turned his head.
Through the glass window of the Plague Mask, something grotesque was visible.
A man wearing a neat black suit.
He was wearing something like a black bag with stitching marks on his face, and he was holding a sledgehammer in his hand.
And above all.
‘… … This smell.’
The overwhelming smell that emanated from him was the kind that only a demon could emit.
“Is it ten o’clock?”
Bikir bounced Baalzebub once.
patter-
The blade, which had been temporarily bent wide by the strong force, is restored to its original state, and the aura on the tip of the sword spreads like water droplets.
Amidst the countless raindrops of bullets, a man wearing a black bag raised his hammer.
… Kwak!
The monster struck the floor with a hammer, sending dust and stone fragments flying, blocking Bikir’s aura shot.
[Grrruk… … Grrrr… … ]
He let out an unpleasant sound under the black sack he wore over his head.
Vikir narrowed her eyes at the black aura that carried his hammer.
‘Graduator. It must be upper-intermediate, no, upper-level.’
Although he was a strong guy, he wasn’t a devil that he was capable of.
He was probably a servant doing chores under Tensangshi.
“Good. If you look after you, you will be able to meet the 10 times.”
Bikir’s face in the mask started to turn red.
It was the first clue I caught after coming here to the academy.
… … together?
[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. … ]
Bikir’s complexion changed as the black-sack man raised his hammer.
It was because the posture of the monster holding the hammer was quite familiar even to Vikir.
“… … that one.”
A monster that exudes a thick demonic smell.
What he was trying to use now was definitely the blunt technique of the religious chant ‘Quo Vadis’.
