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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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It went without saying, but the “Planetarium” I played in my past life and the world I now lived in were different.
Even if it had been a virtual reality game, there would have been significant differences.
But the gap between an RPG controlled with a mouse and keyboard and reality was immense.
The same applied to the Templates’ characteristics.
For example, the Nameless War Ghost’s “Natural Talent” trait was represented in-game as follows:
「Possesses the lowest rank Mastery skill for all weapon types. Weapon proficiency gain greatly increased. No penalties for using multiple weapon types.」
Now, how would this translate to reality?
There were no status screens or skill windows, and ranking individual weapon proficiency was absurd.
In “Planetarium,” if you repeatedly used a woodcutter’s axe to raise your Axe Mastery to rank C, you could wield a halberd with the same skill bonus.
But in reality, handing a random woodcutter a halberd and expecting them to use it effectively would be ludicrous.
Besides, that halberd was classified as an axe for gameplay convenience.
Strictly speaking, it was a hybrid weapon.
So, what about the real Regret, not the in-game Nameless War Ghost, whom I had lived with for two years?
Simply put, she was a genius.
Whether wielding a two-handed sword, a dagger, or a ridiculously impractical giant scythe, she instinctively grasped its usage and developed her own techniques without any instruction.
She could instantly adapt to an unbalanced hammer, wield a broken spear like a short sword.
What else could you call her but a genius?
According to Sir Kelin, the disgraced former royal knight who taught us martial arts at the Midas estate after retiring in shame for taking bribes, Regret’s understanding of weapon mechanics and her sense of force flow far surpassed human limits.
Honestly, I couldn’t grasp the specifics.
My own martial arts skills were, at best, slightly above average.
Now, for the question:
If that was Regret, how did my “Financial Luck” trait as the Greedy Prodigal manifest in reality?
Before coming to the Academy, I experimented to determine its effects, and discovered two main aspects.
The first was “probability.”
For example, imagine 100 identical boxes with unknown contents.
Ninety-nine contain junk, and one contains gold.
I could pick the gold box with a remarkably high frequency.
I couldn’t determine the exact percentage.
One time, I succeeded five out of ten attempts.
The next day, under the same conditions, I found gold 30 times in a row.
It seemed the probability fluctuated based on my daily condition, even though “good luck” was the common factor.
Incidentally, during this experiment, I also tried a lottery where picking four losing boxes meant more work, and one winning box meant a week’s vacation.
I lost ten times in a row.
The price of confirming that my luck didn’t apply to non-financial matters was a month of overtime.
I shouldn’t have fallen for the Lord’s wicked scheme.
The second aspect, alongside probability, was “vision,” which I had used when opening the cube.
Traces of valuable goods, items, or unknown materials appeared as a golden mist.
Unlike probability, this “golden vision” wasn’t always active.
I had to consciously look for something valuable.
But when I did, money practically fell into my lap.
Finding lost coins was commonplace.
One time, I saw golden mist seeping from the ground, dug it up, and found a tomb with a treasure chest.
Fortunately, this happened while I was lightly equipped for training with Regret.
if the Lord had found out, forget the academy, I’d probably still be dragged around hunting for hidden treasures and ore veins all over the place.
Or maybe there would have been a family coup, and his head would have ended up on the chopping block.
And to not put such an incredible ability to good use, right where it’s needed — that would’ve just been a waste.
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“Here are the treasures. I found three, so we should be safe for a while, as long as no one steals them.”
About an hour after the search began, I presented the results of my treasure hunt to my teammates, who had finished setting up the base camp.
Everyone except Regret looked bewildered.
“…Seriously, did you plant a mole in the Academy or something?”
“Y-you didn’t cheat, did you, Chrom-nim?”
“Remarkable. I also searched the area, but couldn’t find a single treasure.”
“Planting a mole in that madhouse is harder than sending a spy to the Ivesthan Empire. And I didn’t cheat.”
Fiore touched one of the baseball-sized orbs resting on a turtle-shaped pedestal and watched the mark transfer to her hand.
“I heard that any barren swamp becomes a treasure trove in Chrom-oppa’s hands, but I didn’t believe it!”
“Wait, I’ve never heard that rumor.”
Was that how I was perceived within the family?
No wonder the branch managers always tried to drag me around on treasure hunts whenever I left the main estate.
Was that the reason?
“Ahem. Anyway, I’ve collected everything I could find on my own. I found two more, but they were guarded.”
“Guarded?”
“By golems.”
Fiore paused.
“…Wooden ones?”
“No, stone.”
“So, you have no intention of fighting them.”
“Not really. Unless someone else lures them away, and I can snatch the treasures.”
When I followed the golden mist and found a stone golem guarding a cave entrance, I ran for my life.
How was I supposed to fight a three-meter-tall giant made of solid rock?
Low-rank formulae wouldn’t even scratch it.
I would need at least mid-rank formulae to have a chance.
Regret, with her Impact Amplifying Hammer, could probably defeat it, but it wasn’t worth the effort.
Pino suggested,
“How about one of us lures the golem away while the others grab the treasures? Three treasures are a decent number, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Fiore replied,
“Oh, we don’t need to go that far. This will be over in three days, tops. Maybe even sooner.”
“Why?”
“Because—”
Boom! Crash!
A loud explosion echoed through the forest.
Fiore shrugged.
“…Many would rather eliminate the competition than wait for them to fail.”
Lotto asked nervously,
“S-so, what do we do now?”
This time, I answered.
“We set traps.”
I pulled out items I had crafted during alchemy class from Thoth’s Large-Capacity Backpack.
Looking at them with satisfaction, I added,
“We need to teach these greedy thieves a lesson.”
A rather painful lesson, perhaps.
But no one would die.
Probably.
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Crisiol Miller, a Combat student from the Grand Duchy of Nahart, spotted footprints in the forest and silently cheered.
This was his chance to use the tracking skills he had learned in Hunting class.
“Hey, did you really find tracks from another team?”
“Yeah! And they’re fresh. We can track them now!”
Crisiol’s teammates’ eyes lit up.
They were childhood friends and comrades who had endured Professor Istal’s brutal training together.
Their team consisted entirely of Combat students, but they didn’t see it as a problem.
After all, Combat had the most mana users specializing in knightly and warrior abilities.
They were the stars of the battlefield, while Magic and Support were mere support roles.
In the first stage, while other teams wasted time protecting their Support members or had their Magic users run out of mana, Crisiol’s team had bravely charged forward, earning a spot in the top 15.
– Mages are only a threat in organized military units. Individual mages are nothing to worry about!
– Same goes for Support. What good is healing if we take down their frontline fighters?
Finding treasures wasn’t their priority.
They would simply defeat other teams and take their treasures and bases.
“I’ve heard the imperial princess is a monstrously skilled mage, but she’s still just a mage. She’s no match for us.”
“Crow Vein is dangerous, but he teamed up with a priestess for some reason, so he’s handicapped himself. We can beat them in a group fight!”
“What about that Regret girl who outperformed us in physical training?”
“Physical strength doesn’t equate to combat ability. Besides, she’s stuck with that Midas dead weight, so she’s worse off than Crow.”
“I heard that Midas kid defeated an imperial knight.”
“What kind of knight loses to a merchant brat and a bookworm? He must be terrible. I could have beaten him in under a minute.”
They were confident they could defeat any team in a six-on-six fight, and this confidence fueled their boldness.
Their target seemed completely oblivious to tracking, leaving a clear trail.
Enhanced by basic physical reinforcement magic, the six young men moved swiftly.
Soon, Crisiol spotted a base camp.
It was situated in a relatively defensible location, but that was all.
‘Only one girl with a small bow guarding it? We can easily break through with our shields!’
His longtime friends understood his intentions without a word.
This boosted Crisiol’s confidence even further.
He took a bold step forward—
And immediately, a Low-Rank Fireball rune, embedded in a magic stone known as a “Fire Shard,” hidden in the ground, exploded.
The six fools, not even comprehending what had hit them, were launched into the air and slammed back down, their shadows imprinted on the ground.
The fate of those muscleheads who thought magic was no big deal… was truly pitiful.
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