Standard of Reincarnation Chapter 29

The Standard of Reincarnation Episode 29

All kinds of newsletters reported breaking news.

-Barnelli dies.

-6 The star of the Magic Tower sets.

The Six Magic Tower and the Red Fortress were not far away, so the news arrived within a few hours.

It is known that while researching dark attribute mana, he overdid it and was swallowed up by the darkness.

-Nonsense.

Julian sighed in frustration.

His plan was ruined.

I chose concentrated investment rather than diversified investment.

Because I judged that only then could meaningful results be produced.

In fact, from ‘Ugly Vincennes’ point of view, this was the best.

‘Isn’t it orderly and polite to mourn the death of the deceased first?’

-Do I look polite now? It looks like we’ve got a spider web down our throats?

However, near the end of the will’s newsletter, there was also information about inheritance.

There was a will in which she left all of her magical research results and inheritance to her only younger brother, Vargon.

The will was written 10 years ago, and was notarized by the judge who signed a contract with Barnelli.

‘If it’s Vargon, isn’t he the wizard from before?’

-huh? Iknow, right.

On the Magic Tower side, most of the links with Vargon were severed and records were erased.

Barnelli did the same.

-There was a younger brother who went missing a long time ago… … I only knew that, but I didn’t know it was Lord Vargon.

In fact, Julian had never studied the character ‘Vargon’ in depth.

I only knew the name.

-I’ll do some studying about it.

It is said that even if the sky falls, there is a hole to emerge from.

The hole seemed to be visible to Julian.

* * *

A day passed.

Vincenne was given a white badge symbolizing ‘Level 9’.

Now, Vincen is not the 7th Confucius, but Vincen, a 9th grade cadet.

Another day passed and his accommodation was assigned.

It was a dormitory where 9th grade cadets gathered to live.

This dormitory was called the ‘Level 9 Dormitory’, and the room assigned to Vincenne was specifically Dormitory 5.

As soon as he entered, Vincen laughed.

‘Everyone is very nervous.’

It’s not like he was nervous because of himself.

From the looks of it, ‘Residence Hall 5’ seemed to be comprised of beginner cadets, the lowest grade among the 9th grade.

‘It reminds me of the old days.’

In the past, we gathered together like this and did group training.

‘There are 6 rooms, so the total number of 9th grade cadets is approximately 30.’

Most of them were around fourteen or fifteen years old.

There are 5 beds.

Everyone was sitting near the corner with stern expressions.

‘It’s not like I’m training.’

It wasn’t like meditating in an immobile posture.

I was just sitting at an angle and wasting time.

It was difficult to find life in their faces.

‘Everyone was stiff.’

at that time.

5 Someone roughly opened the door to dormitory and came in.

‘It’s a familiar face, but I don’t know who it is.’

When he came in, the other cadets jumped to their feet.

He was standing at attention with a completely stiff posture.

That seemed to be the courtesy here.

‘Julian. ‘Is there such a thing as a code of etiquette in the rules of life here?’

-no.

So, Vincen just sat quietly and organized his luggage.

The person who opened the door and came in was Adenka’s direct descendant.

Marlon Adenka, the 5th Duke of Adenka and one of the de facto leaders of the 9th class cadets.

‘Who is this that makes me feel so bad?’

-You bastard.

‘Hyung bastard?’

-That bastard fed me shit.

‘why?’

-Because it’s a nice day. And that bastard even broke my finger.

‘Why is that again?’

-It’s a bad day.

That means there was no reason.

He was considerably larger than the other 9th grade cadets.

“It’s been a while, Vincen. Nice to meet you, hehe.”

Vincen looked up at him.

Knowing his name and seeing him brought back several memories.

What Julian said was true.

I didn’t just say it figuratively, I actually did it.

The scene of me giggling while watching that came to mind.

Vincen frowned.

“Were we happy to meet each other? “I don’t think so.”

As if no one had predicted this situation, the atmosphere in the dormitory became cold.

Everyone was rolling their frightened eyes here and there, hoping that no sparks would fly on them.

Vincen went one step further.

“I didn’t expect to see you here. “My brother hasn’t gotten past level 9 yet.”

“what?”

In Vincen’s eyes, Malon was nothing more than a child.

‘It seems that not everyone who is a direct descendant of Adenka is great.’

The body looked solid, but that was all.

I couldn’t feel the sharp prayers of a warrior at all from him.

Marlon, seen through Vincen’s eyes, looked like a child who did not admit to himself that he was a child.

-He was a little better than me.

So Malone harassed Vincennes.

Vincen must be at the bottom so he won’t collapse.

Because there has to be someone lower.

“If you have time like this, practice a little more.”

Most people here are fourteen and fifteen.

Malone was sixteen years old.

While everyone else was promoted, Malone remained at level 9 and became the tyrant of level 9.

“Last year, level 9.”

Malone blushed.

At least he is here.

He was one of the main characters in the 9th grade dormitory and one of the two representative cadets.

“Shizen. come out.”

Here, he exerted enormous influence.

One of the cadets who was called quickly moved and stood in front of Malone.

“Have you educated the youngest yet?”

“I’m sorry. Well… … .”

match!

Marlon slapped him mercilessly.

Shizen’s cheeks swelled.

It was clearly absurd, but no one could stop Malone.

Vincen watched what Malone did without much reaction.

Malone gained momentum.

“Are you finally realizing reality?”

“… … .”

Malon roughly pushed Shizen.

Shizen fell towards the bed and immediately stood up again.

Malone came in front of Vincenne and tapped his cheek.

“If you have a mouth, speak.”

While everyone was holding their breath, Vincen opened his mouth.

“word.”

“what?”

“He told me to speak.”

Malone clenched his teeth.

“Say it again.”

“Say it again.”

“This bastard said let’s see… … !”

“Why do you try to dominate the cadets with violence when you have so little?”

I didn’t really intend to blame Malone.

The world of unmanned people is cruel.

The weak are trampled on.

That is the stark reality, and One-Armed Daven was trampled more thoroughly than anyone else.

The reason other cadets are treated like this by Malone is because they are weak.

‘however.’

Just because it’s reality, it can’t be helped, doesn’t mean it’s right.

This was clearly not right.

I spoke to those who were silent and scared.

“The only fear allowed to an unmanned person is reverence.”

Other fears must be overcome.

We must not submit to injustice.

Daven, who was one-armed, lived like that.

I decided to show it to them.

* * *

If you had to choose the leaders of the 9th grade cadets, everyone would pick two people.

One is sixteen-year-old Marlon.

The other was Selvira, 14 years old.

Although she was not Adenka’s blood relative, she made the cadets into a force with her excellent skills based on the quick sword and her gentle tolerance.

At the moment, he was also the most likely candidate to be promoted to level 8.

She heard some pretty good things today.

“The only fear allowed to an unmanned person is reverence.”

Selvira stood outside the door of Dormitory 5 and waited for Vincen’s words.

Adenka’s representative ugly character.

A loser who failed even more than Malone.

Selvira knew Vincen like that.

‘But if it’s just words, it’s meaningless.’

Cool words.

Anyone can say good things.

If you can’t carry the weight of your words, you’re just an eloquent speaker.

If you are Adenka, you must prove your weight through actions, not words.

‘however… … .’

Her heart pounded.

‘What is this light?’

She had one trait that she did not share with others.

It was ‘eyesight’, one of the rare traits.

It was a trait that was difficult to find in the families of warriors.

This ‘vision’ trait was expressed in many forms, most often expressed as colored light.

‘The dormitory door is closed right now.’

There was light so strong that it leaked through the closed door.

‘The color is red.’

She had never seen red before.

According to the records, ‘red’ meant that it had potential that could not be grasped with the current abilities of the owner of the eye trait.

‘Potential that I cannot grasp.’

The potential may or may not be outstanding.

In any case, the important thing was that he could not understand Vincenne with his current power of ‘eye’.

She took a step closer to the door.

* * *

‘You said there were two representative cadets, right?’

-that’s right. One is Selvira.

Julian understood and grasped many things without seeing.

-If there is this much noise, Selvi will definitely be at the door. Waiting for the right time to come in… … .

‘know.’

-how?

‘I feel a presence.’

I felt like they were watching me.

-is it so. What do you think? Anyway, I think it would be better to use Selvira. Selvi is a kid with an extraordinary political intellect.

It is difficult to create a force just by having outstanding skills.

Building and shaping power.

That tax is called.

That too was what the ‘Red Fortress’ wanted from its cadets.

Selvira faithfully created that look.

-So, Selvira… … .

Julian decided to give up.

-Okay, whatever. I do whatever I want.

Julian has always theoretically calculated logical procedures and the best results.

But it wasn’t Vincennes.

All of a sudden, he stuck his fist into Malone’s abdomen.

‘Fists are closer than the law, Julian.’

Everyone was surprised by Vincen’s sudden behavior.

Shizen swallowed his saliva.

What he had imagined thousands of times in his head, Vincen had done it himself.

‘Ji, you really hit it!’

And I imagined it for just a moment.

The exhilarating imagination of Marlon falling down after being hit by that fist.

But that was just an imagination.

I saw Marlon laughing.

“It’s itchy. “Did you hit it now?”

Yes.

At least here, in the 9th grade dormitory, there is no one who can subdue Malone by force.

Shizen was overcome by a deep sense of helplessness.

‘it’s over.’

Because he failed to educate Vincen properly – and he didn’t even have time to educate him – it was obvious that he would get into trouble again.

Malone is a huge wall.

Insurmountable.

Julian was also a little embarrassed.

-Okay… … Right? There was no damage at all.

‘of course. ‘Because I did it on purpose.’

Didn’t put any weight on it at all.

I didn’t even use mana.

The use of mana for violence is strictly prohibited within the dormitory.

Mana is a force designed to overcome physical limitations.

Without that strength, physical superiority was strength.

Everyone except Vincen thought so.

And Vincen touched it.

‘Wouldn’t that make you let down your guard?’

Vincenne was well versed in duels.

I was shown how to beat my opponent and the most efficient and fastest route.

My body knew, not my head.

Just as Vincen thought, Malone had a relaxed expression.

“You brought it on yourself first.”

Huh!

Marlon’s fist split the air.

fantasy,