A Third-Rate Villain’s Sweet Life Exploiting Academy Bugs – Chapter 30

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Proficiency work in “Reincarnated Hero” in-game wasn’t a very enjoyable thing.

Of course, there were people who would raise all the proficiency they could fill in that section, learn all the skills, and stock up on equipment and consumables before moving on to the next stage,

I wasn’t to that extent, but I agreed with the proficiency part.

It’s not a waste of time, and if you do a moderate amount of grinding, you can play in the optimal state.

If you hastily proceed and end up with a game over, it takes even more time.

Therefore, one of my play styles was to put effort into proficiency work.

And that belief was now changing.

‘Proficiency work is just shit’

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“Tilt your head back a little more.”

“Tuck in your chin.”

“Control the strength of your ring finger well.”

At some point, the elf archer Selena was giving me advice casually.

Looking at this, it seemed like some internal intimacy had been formed, but…

Anyway, I was experiencing firsthand how convenient it was to just press buttons on the keyboard in the game.

My fingers started to ache dully,

and when my arms lost all sensation and became like a balloon doll,

I had truly reached my limit.

“That’s… it… for me.”

Those were the words of someone who invested everything in luck, not strength.

As I sat down like that and quietly caught my breath, Selena approached me with a small sigh.

“There’s no need to be discouraged. You’ve grown a bit.”

“No, that’s not it… Phew.”

I wasn’t discouraged.

I was just really tired to death.

Even though I had a crossbow and didn’t have to pull the bowstring, just maintaining the posture was enough.

I had heard that strength was also important for archers, but I didn’t expect it to be to this extent.

Nevertheless, Gaelon, who says it’s undignified and has no talent for close combat, seemed really stupid.

-Ching!

Her words that I had grown… were accurate.

I had filled the proficiency up to 45.

According to the setting of “Reincarnated Hero”, proficiency above level 5 couldn’t be raised through simple grinding.

To prevent repetitive grinding through macros, from level 5 onwards, you had to receive education from real dungeon or professional skill instructors.

In that sense, Selena was much superior to me in terms of the bow, so she was qualified to teach me.

Just looking at her with Demon’s Eye,

she had the same mastery as Gaelon, level 7.

The proficiency required to learn wind archery was 6.

It was thanks to luck that it rose additionally and filled up to that point, otherwise I would have had to spend a hellish week.

So I had to suck up as much as possible while she was here.

If I fill half today and fill half again tomorrow? It would be a two-day cut.

“Let’s go again.”

“…It will be too much.”

Perhaps she didn’t expect me to burn with such determination, Selena had a slightly surprised expression.

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“I’m gonna die…”

Did I overdo it too much at the end?

Selena knew my body better than I did.

I should have stopped when she said it was too much.

The training became even closer to real combat, and now I had to even have mock battles with her.

The practice arrows had no tips and were blunt, and there was protective gear, so there was no risk of serious injury,

but as they say, a drizzle soaks your clothes, and my body was complaining of pain all over.

If Aria hadn’t come to heal me in the middle, I would have been beaten until I became a hedgehog.

“My body aches all over…”

In the end, it was past midnight again when I headed to the dormitory.

After staying out overnight, when it seemed like I would be late to the dormitory for personal reasons, we agreed to notify each other through a messenger.

This way of communication,

was more of a duty as a dormitory supervisor than Yeriel’s interest in me.

No matter how third-rate I was, I was still a student of Claris,

and she was also the dormitory supervisor of a dormitory, even though I was the only resident.

In other words, let’s separate work and personal life.

-Creak…

But I was able to see Yeriel in the dormitory lobby, who I thought would naturally be sleeping.

“You’re here…”

Yeriel got up from the rocking chair with a small yawn.

Unless a freshman was coming in the early dawn,

I had no choice but to think that she was waiting for me.

“Lev, can you sit here for a moment…?”

She invited me to sit on the sofa opposite her seat.

Could it be that she heard about the duel…?

Yeriel handed me a cup of fragrant tea and carefully asked.

“I heard the news. You’re having a duel this weekend, right…?”

It really was about the duel.

“Yeah.”

“Are you… not scared?”

An unexpected question came in.

Not why I ended up in a duel, or if I don’t regret such actions, but simply if I’m not scared.

“It’s not a demon, why would I be scared.”

“I see. But the opponent is a senior, and the vice-chairman of the archery department… It’s too dangerous.”

Yeriel’s concern was a concern filled with sincerity.

She seemed to have a rough idea of how Gaelon would approach the duel.

Since she was also a 2nd year student who had advanced due to her skills and was an outstanding student, she would have a rough estimate.

“It won’t end easily. If you surrender now…”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t intend to lose either.”

“Huh…?”

I knew well why she was worried about me.

First, her good deeds don’t particularly discriminate against the target. That’s why.

The second reason was that I had many demerit points.

In this academy that values meritocracy, the responsibility for duels between students falls solely on the individuals.

In short, when trouble occurs, the responsibility is only determined by the outcome of the duel,

so the actions of both sides that became the background of the duel could also be recorded as demerit points for the losing side.

To put it simply, I had 49 demerit points, and if I lost the duel, it was correct to consider it as an unconditional expulsion.

That was probably the reason for her concern as well.

The duty as a dormitory supervisor.

She would be reluctant to send off her first dormitory student like this.

I had no choice but to raise my voice like a third-rate character.

“Only the individual can bear the responsibility. Isn’t this the academy’s pledge regarding duels?”

“…”

Even though it’s cringey, it’s true.

“Rather than worrying about my business, Yeriel, I wish you would focus on what you need to do.”

“Huh…? Okay…?”

“The midterm exams are coming up soon.”

“Ah, that’s right…”

“And according to the customs of Claris Academy, you’ll soon have to take the lead of a party as an Elder.”

“Right.”

Yeriel nodded her head in agreement with my words.

There was a reason for everything I drew the line for.

She, a 2nd year student, would soon have her first meeting with Edwin as the Elder of a party in the upcoming dungeon practice episode.

And if things went according to the original story, even though she was an elemental magician, Yeriel would succeed in manifesting and communicating with spirits.

In Chapter 2, Edwin would open his eyes to elemental attacks, and Yeriel would regain her self-esteem, serving as a stepping stone for growth.

However, her elemental magic was harmony magic, so it required a high level of concentration and time.

In terms of rearranging mana, there were originally many combinations to be made, so if she allocated time to someone like me, she might fail to communicate with the spirits.

Moreover, it would also be a key factor in achieving the wind archery I was currently pursuing.

So for my sake as well, Yeriel had to succeed in communicating with the spirits.

In the end, I drove the point home.

“You’ll have a lot to do too, so there’s no need to feel sympathetic towards me. I prefer it that way too.”

“That, it’s not just sympathy…! I was just worried because getting hurt is dangerous. I’ll apologize if I offended you…”

Is she an angel?

Even though I reproached her like a third-rate villain, she apologized instead.

“I’m sorry for meddling arbitrarily. But, right now, I feel like Lev will win… So can I cheer for you?”

“Do as you please, I’m tired.”

“…!”

-Ching!

Leaving behind her lost gaze and the tactless status window, I headed to the 2nd floor.

I also didn’t feel comfortable, but what she needed to focus on right now was Edwin.

Unlike Aria and Selena who grew stronger with me,

Yeriel was in the position of the main wife among the main heroines, so she became stronger through interaction with Edwin.

The reason why her role rapidly diminished and she fell in “Reincarnated Academy” was because she wavered between Caeran and Edwin.

I couldn’t bear to see that sight again.

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The next day, Claris Academy shooting practice room.

Just 12 hours before the duel,

I was finally able to acquire crossbow proficiency level 6.

It was possible because Aria, who came to check on me from time to time, cast a fatigue recovery spell on me, turning me into a perpetual motion machine,

and because I cheated the proficiency work with the power of the luck trait.

‘I absolutely can’t do this again, ever.’

And my mentor, Selena, was as flawless as her skin and hair even today.

She coldly said one thing.

“This much is… commendable.”

“…!”

Instead of answering, I exclaimed in my mind.

The crossbow bolts were only stuck around the center in the shooting lane in front of me.

Selena had ground me. Like crazy.

And the minimum value to satisfy her seemed to be proficiency level 6.

Proficiency level 5 and 6, 6 and 7.

On the surface, it was only a difference of one level, but an enormous amount of time and effort was condensed between them.

“Get plenty of rest. Resting is also training.”

“I was planning to do that even if you didn’t tell me.”

We had become quite close.

No, at least I felt that way.

During that time, we only shot, corrected, shot, and corrected without any other small talk,

but isn’t there something like camaraderie or a shared feeling between a mentor and a disciple?

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Another awkward silence circulated.

It was time to wrap things up now.

Today’s training ended here.

It was then.

“…Tomorrow.”

Those two letters from Selena contained many meanings.

You worked hard to come this far.

You did your best, and you progressed more than expected.

However, you won’t be able to defeat Gaelon.

I feel sorry about that part.

It would be roughly summarized like this.

Perhaps because she foresaw that the result wouldn’t be good anyway, she didn’t seem to continue her words.

I smiled frankly and threw a joke at Selena.

“In the end, I couldn’t learn wind archery.”

At those words, she smiled for a fleeting moment without making a sound.

“Actually, I haven’t learned wind archery either.”

“I see.”

It was information I already knew, but I answered indifferently.

The fact that she hadn’t learned wind archery was a secret for Selena until the 1st semester.

It was an expression of her opening up in her own way, but she probably didn’t expect me to react so naturally, as her expression had already changed to something subtle.

“Still.”

“…?”

At this timing, I naturally reached out my hand towards her.

“Thank you. You worked hard.”

On the surface, it was a gesture of offering a handshake.

And internally, it was… physical contact for dispelling the curse.

Dispelling a curse is a task that takes time and preparation even if you know the method.

However, through the Gamer skill, I can do it just by touching hands.

Instead, such interactive skills can’t be used with one-sided contact, so I chose a handshake.

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I waited for her action while calming my pounding heart.

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[finally my fucking torture is over and im done uploading, im never uploading chapters for other tls again, FUSION OUT]