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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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On her way back to the dormitory from the library…
A girl with moderately long, two-toned hair—sky blue fading to black—and a height of around 168cm…
She was Riche Winchester, the top-ranked first-year student at Gemini Academy.
Returning after gathering information, she noticed an unusual cluster of students. Riche wasn’t usually one to pry, but the sheer number of students gathered was enough to pique her interest.
She made her way through the crowd.
Normally, male students would stare or whisper as she passed. But today, all eyes were focused elsewhere, which suited her just fine.
Reaching the center, she saw two boys facing off.
…A fight?
She didn’t recognize the boy being pummeled, but the attacker was infamous, even to someone as indifferent as Riche.
She couldn’t recall his name, but she knew he was dead last in the overall rankings and that he had no magic power.
Seeing him not only fight but also win was surprising enough.
But this wasn’t just winning; it was a one-sided beatdown.
How…?
While lacking magic power didn’t make one inherently weaker, the academy rankings were relative. His last-place ranking meant he was considered the weakest among all first-years.
So, seeing him dominate a fight was shocking. But the most disturbing part was…
…is he smiling?
The black-haired boy, with eyes like pools of blood, was mercilessly beating his opponent with a smile on his face.
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“Phew.”
The bully’s face looked pretty messed up, so I gave him some… physical therapy.
His face was so swollen now, it was an improvement.
After the successful surgery, I stood up.
The bully’s lackeys rushed to his side, checking on his condition. Then, they abruptly started yelling at me.
“You… you! You think you can get away with this?!”
“We’ll tell the professor, and you’ll be expelled! Serves you right, you commoner trash!”
They started the fight and now threatened me with expulsion.
But I had already dropped out.
“So what?” I said, kicking the lackey on my right. He tumbled backward.
Thud!
“Oof!”
Seeing I wasn’t intimidated, the other lackey’s face paled.
“L-look, I won’t say anything…”
He tried to negotiate, but…
Like hell I’d negotiate with a loser.
He should have negotiated before getting his ass kicked.
“Whatever.”
I kicked him too.
Thwack!
“Gah!”
He let out a surprisingly un-lackey-like yelp as he fell. Then I noticed something.
A sword hung from the fallen lackey’s belt.
It looked pretty good, with an insignia on the pommel.
I walked over and took it.
“This is mine now.”
“Huh?”
“I said, ‘huh?’”
He blinked at me, still disoriented.
I turned to leave the academy, then paused.
Oh, right.
There was one more thing I had to do.
“Victory twerk.”
Scoffs and jeers erupted around me, but… I couldn’t resist the teabagging.
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Leaving the academy grounds, the reality of being in another world truly sank in.
The academy itself had a distinct fantasy aesthetic, unlike anything back in Korea. But the architecture of the imperial capital was even more striking.
A grand castle loomed in the distance, surrounded by buildings of brick and timber, all in styles unseen in Korea.
“*Inhale… exhale…*”
Even the air felt different here.
I took in the scenery as I made my way to the Adventurers’ Guild.
Admittedly, I got lost and practically circled the entire capital before finding it.
In the novel, travel was just a few words on a page.
“From the academy to the Adventurers’ Guild.”
…and so on.
It was practically teleportation, skipping the journey entirely. So, getting lost was inevitable for me, now a part of this world.
I reached the Adventurers’ Guild before my legs gave out. It wasn’t as large as the academy, but it was still a sizable building compared to its surroundings.
The doors were open, so I walked in.
Every head turned to stare.
A hulking figure with bulging muscles and a double-sided axe strapped to his back…
A wiry individual with a bow slung over their shoulder…
Another with daggers sheathed at their hips…
They all stared at me.
What? Never seen a person before?
I hadn’t seen a mirror since arriving, but was Luke secretly incredibly handsome? I had been attracting attention ever since arriving at the academy.
Was I a hottie all along?
It wasn’t my body, but my shoulders puffed up with pride. I straightened my posture and sauntered towards the reception desk where a beautiful receptionist stood.
I had a theory that receptionists were chosen for their looks. Extras deserved eye candy too, right?
The receptionist before me was no exception.
“What can I do for you, academy student?”
“How did you know I was an academy student?”
“You’re wearing the uniform.”
Ah. So that was why everyone was staring.
Adventurers didn’t typically have a favorable view of academy students.
That was the setting, if I remembered correctly.
The author had made some comparison… something about academy students being like nobles and adventurers like commoners?
Which wasn’t far from the truth, since most academy students were nobles. And I had been called a commoner repeatedly just moments ago.
They probably thought I, a privileged elite, was here to mock them.
“I’m here to register as an adventurer.”
“…What?”
“I said I’m here to register as an adventurer.”
“N-no, I heard you.”
Slam!
Suddenly, a man slammed his hand on a nearby table and approached me.
“Hey, kid. Don’t push it.”
“What, idiot?”
“W-what?! Idiot?!”
“What else would you call someone who picks a fight for no reason? Got nothing better to do? Go show some respect to your parents, loser.”
Chuckles rippled through the other adventurers.
The axe-wielding man, apparently named Baldwin, flushed crimson, embarrassed at his failed attempt to assert dominance.
His head’s empty, and now his face is changing colors. He looks like a disco ball.
“…Looks like our little elite needs a lesson in manners.”
Did these people even know the meaning of manners? He was the one picking a fight.
He placed his hand on the hilt of his double-sided axe. A fight seemed imminent.
“Enough.”
Both Baldwin and I looked towards the source of the voice.
A figure slowly descended the stairs.
A man in his fifties, with a scar across his right eye, cleanly shaven, and radiating an aura of strength. He was the epitome of middle-aged badassery.
“Ah, Guildmaster!” the receptionist exclaimed.
So that was the Guildmaster.
“Baldwin, if you’re that eager for a fight, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“B-but Argo, listen! He started it!” Baldwin, the one who had just threatened me with a “lesson in manners,” backpedaled and shifted the blame.
“Is that so? Let’s ask a witness then. Adela?”
“Baldwin started it.”
“Wait! Let me explain—”
“Silence, Baldwin. Who gave you permission to speak?”
“Ugh…!”
The Guildmaster did something that made Baldwin flinch and drop to one knee.
“Ooh.”
Probably some kind of magic or aura suppression, based on this world’s rules.
I wondered if I could do that too.
I focused on Baldwin and tensed my muscles.
“Hnnnngg—”
Pffft.
The sound of my fart echoed through the silent guild hall.
“…?”
“…Pfft.”
“Tsk.”
Guess not yet.
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Baldwin, as if triggered by my fart, fled the scene. And I, the center of the commotion, found myself in the Guildmaster’s office.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Argo, Guildmaster of the Imperial Branch of the Adventurers’ Guild. And you are…?”
“Luke.”
“Right. Luke. One of my adventurers was rude to you. I apologize on his behalf.”
He was indeed quite rude.
“So, Luke, what brings you to the Adventurers’ Guild?”
“I’d like to register as an adventurer.”
“You look like an academy student. You want to be an adventurer too? Ambitious.”
“I just dropped out.”
“Hmm… something must have happened.”
Not really. I was facing expulsion, so I dropped out.
Oh, and I gave a student a facial reconstruction surgery along the way.
“Well, that’s your business. You said you want to register? Then you’ll need to pass a test.”
“What kind of test?”
“Normally, you’d start at F-rank, but since you’re from the academy, I’ll let you take the E-rank test. Hunt three goblins and bring back their ears as proof.”
Goblins! Finally, a chance to see some monsters!
“That look in your eye is a bit unsettling… but Adela downstairs can give you the details.”
Adela, the receptionist.
“Understood.”
I left the Guildmaster’s office.
“Hehehe… goblins, you’re dead.”
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