I Possessed a Character in an Academy Without a Protagonist – Chapter 45

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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In a place where the stench was strong enough to numb the nose.

Have you ever stood in such a place for hours without making a sound, as if dead?

No, was it over ten hours?

Anyway.

Speaking from experience, it’s not something a person should do.

Due to the lack of light, I didn’t even know how much time had passed, and I was about to go crazy.

It was then that I saw a faint light in the distance.

“I think I’ve come far… When does this end?”

“It’s almost over now.”

“…!”

Ah.

He’s really an idiot.

I should have launched a surprise attack.

I was so happy to hear a human voice and see light that I unknowingly answered.

Whatever.

Since I’ve been discovered anyway, I decided to just come out boldly.

“Schlus… Hainkel…?”

“I don’t think there’s a need for separate introductions.”

The guy stared at me with eyes as wide as saucers.

From here on is the critical moment.

Of course, knocking him down will be easy in itself.

He’s in the lower ranks of the Intelligence Agency in terms of combat power.

But the problem starts after that.

Because I have to check if he has the personal information of the Intelligence Agency’s agents, if he does have it, whether it’s the original, and if there are any copies.

If he hid a copy of the data somewhere and the Imperial Police finds it, there’s no greater blunder than that.

To burn it all, I’ll have no choice but to torture him.

I learned torture from dramas and movies.

I wonder if it’ll go well.

Should I start by pulling out his nails first?

Or should I start by ripping off his balls?

I was thinking such thoughts when-

“Were you the one who wanted to buy the information? I really never imagined!”

The guy spoke in relief, as if letting go of his hostility.

It seemed he didn’t know the identity of the client he was supposed to hand over the data to.

When I appeared on the escape route that only he and the client knew, he naturally thought I was that client.

It was a misunderstanding I couldn’t be happier about.

Because I could extract the information without having to torture him.

“You definitely brought the information, right?”

“Ah! Of course!”

As soon as I asked, the guy took out a stack of papers from his bag.

It was fucking thick. Just how many agents’ information was contained in there…?

Imagining that falling into the Empire’s hands sent chills down my spine.

It would have been a literal bloodbath.

And I confirmed whether that was the original.

I also got an affirmation that there were no copies.

There’s no way he would lie to his heaven-sent client, so it’s safe to assume it’s 100% true.

“Hand it over.”

“Pardon?”

“I said hand it over now. I’ll give you the compensation once we get out of this smelly place.”

“Ah, yes! I understand!”

The guy obsequiously ran over to me and handed me the data with both hands.

I tried really hard not to laugh.

But I couldn’t help it.

It was too funny to see him handing over his lifeline to the person who was about to beat him like a dog.

No matter what, the corners of my mouth kept rising.

Only then did he seem to realize something was off, as his face turned pale.

“Thank you.”

“No, what are you doing-”

As the guy’s urgent voice rang out, I unleashed a spell.

Ignition magic.

It was a magic that rapidly raised the temperature of an object to set it on fire.

Whoosh-

The thick stack of papers started to burn.

It must have been well dried and stiff, as the fire instantly spread and engulfed the paper.

By the time that thick stack of papers turned into a pile of black ashes, I threw it into the sewage.

With a crackling sound, the scattered pile of ashes fluttered in all directions and fell into the black water.

The guy’s expression as he watched it was quite a sight.

I wonder if he’s properly grasping the situation right now.

Surely he doesn’t think he was betrayed by the client.

“Shall I make it hurt? Or not make it hurt?”

“…!”

As I approached, cracking my knuckles, the guy gritted his teeth and fell back on his butt.

He had already lost his fighting spirit.

Fucker. How bland.

At least try to fight back.

Then it would have been fun at least.

“Ah, please… not painfully…”

“Okay. Bring your head over here.”

Now it was time to knock him out.

But how do I knock him out painlessly…?

I pondered for a moment while holding his jaw.

I had seen people twist someone’s neck in movies to instantly knock them out.

Wouldn’t that not hurt much?

“Uh oh?”

“Stay still, you bastard.”

I grabbed the guy’s jaw.

I wonder if I should twist it like this.

But somehow, the guy’s face was gradually turning pale, looking like he was about to die.

“Ack ack ack!”

I definitely twisted it hard.

At the same angle as in the movies.

But instead of collapsing, the guy started screaming bizarrely.

This isn’t it.

In my confusion, I twisted his neck once more in the opposite direction.

“Ack ack ack!”

Only then did he collapse, foaming at the mouth.

It was a bit strange, but since the result was good, isn’t it fine?

Now I just need to move this guy above ground and let the Intelligence Agency pick him up.

“Ha. Incompetent bastards. It’s so fucking hard to clean up after you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“…!”

At that moment, I saw a bright light from afar.

The one walking steadily next to the light source was…

Hertlocker.

Our damn protagonist.

He just had to show up when the situation was all wrapped up and act all chummy. Right?

This clueless bastard.

“Schlus Hainkel. Hand over that guy.”

“… Ha.”

A black knife rose and was gripped in Hertlocker’s hand.

It seemed he had a serious misunderstanding.

Did he think I intercepted the traitor midway, killed him, and was trying to seize the data?

“Take him.”

“Wasn’t that guy holding a bundle of papers?”

“…”

“You’ve already taken it. Hand that over too.”

Look at that. Look.

Without me saying anything, he’s already coming to his own conclusions.

It’s obvious that even if I tell him the truth, he’ll just accuse me of lying and attack.

In other words, a confrontation is inevitable.

“If you hand it over, I might let you live-”

“Shut up. Let’s end this quickly. I don’t have time.”

“…”

Hertlocker’s expression twisted savagely.

He raised his knife and assumed a somehow familiar stance.

The Day of Magic.

It was that stance he used to beat me up that day.

It was such an intense memory that it seemed like it would leave trauma.

So the only way is to overwrite it with a good memory to erase the trauma.

The moment he charged forward towards me, I unknowingly smiled.

“Huh?”

As his knife brushed past my side, the light source disappeared.

Pitch-black darkness engulfed everything like a rising tide, and Hertlocker’s dumbfounded sigh rang out.

In the perfect darkness without a single ray of light.

No one can properly secure their vision in a place like this.

Unless they see with mana, not eyes.

‘Stupid bastard.’

Hertlocker flailed his arms in confusion, trying to find me.

He seemed to have no sense of where I was at all.

He kept trying to reactivate the luminescence magic, but every time a spell was unleashed, it was intercepted by my superior computational power.

‘Selection and Concentration. 1 second on agility.’

Bam!

“Ugh!”

I quickly approached and kicked the back of his head.

But did he instinctively sense the threat?

Or did he react to the sound in that instant?

Hertlocker twisted his body with monstrous reaction speed and defended against the kick with his arm.

Instead, he seemed to have lost both arms as they were dangling limply.

Bam! Thud! Bam!

“Ugh! Ack! Cough!”

I went behind Hertlocker, hit him once and dodged. Hit him again and dodged. I kept repeating that.

At this point, it was embarrassing to even call this a fight.

It was a one-sided beating.

Nothing more, nothing less.

My fists were getting numb, so it was getting hard to even hit him.

By then, Hertlocker had no unscathed spot on his body and was barely standing, staggering.

Now it was time for the finishing blow.

“You act as if you have multiple lives.”

“Who…”

“You.”

Bam!

“Ugh!”

I properly drove the last hit into his solar plexus.

Then Hertlocker flew back with a pathetic scream and…

Splash!

“Uh oh…”

He fell into the sewage.

I didn’t intend to send him flying that far.

But still, take that, you bastard.

“Puhaa! Aaaaah!”

“…”

The guy stuck his head out of the water with a murderous expression.

It was an expression that seemed more pissed than ever.

I beat him up this much, so he should understand what I mean.

I quietly tiptoed back the way I came.

… To be honest, I was running away.

If the guy who fell into the shit water attacks, won’t that water get on me too?

I couldn’t go to the Imperial Palace with shit water on me, so I had no choice but to run away even more.

“Just tell me that! Why do you keep sparing my life instead of killing me!”

Ignoring Hertlocker’s voice coming from behind, I started running at full speed.

Because it was a question I couldn’t answer in the first place.

Soon, light seeped in at the end of the passage.

As I emerged outside, bright light greeted me.

“Oh, crazy.”

It was already morning outside.

Moreover, judging by the sun being quite high up, it seemed to be close to noon.

“I’m fucked, really.”

I was going to be late for the Emperor’s summons.

I was going to become a fucking bastard, beyond just being rude.

Sighs kept escaping me.

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“Sniff sniff. Ew. What’s this smell?”

“…”

Eric pinched his nose and frowned.

At this, Hertlocker had no choice but to take a step back and deeply bow his head.

He must have disposed of his clothes and thoroughly washed his body.

It seemed like the smell of shit was still on him.

‘Schlus Hainkel… That fucking bastard…’

Just thinking about him made his teeth grind.

He should have just killed me.

What kind of bullshit is throwing someone into shit water?

That guy must think of me as just a toy to relieve his stress.

“What should we do with this guy?”

“This guy?”

Hertlocker pointed with his bandaged hand at the man lying on the floor.

It was the traitor who was still unconscious.

“Wake him up and… Hmm. We’ll have to ask. What happened to the data.”

The Intelligence Agency was still in a state of emergency.

They had captured the traitor, but the important personal information of the agents was not on him.

Had he already handed it over to someone?

If not, did Schlus take it?

The latter seemed likely, and Hertlocker, who had been brutally beaten by Schlus and let him get away, hunched his shoulders even more.

No matter who fought, the result would have been the same.

Eric shook his head and decided not to question Hertlocker’s responsibility.

If Schlus was skilled enough to catch and kill Henderson, he was practically a walking disaster.

“Will you just ask? Do you think this guy will answer honestly?”

“Hey. You think I’ll only ask? I’ll mix in some body language too. Right? That’s how it goes.”

“Ah…”

Hertlocker nodded in understanding.

In short, it meant they would torture him.

Although Hertlocker, who had come from the military to the Intelligence Agency, didn’t have much experience with torture, for Eric, torture was something he did as often as eating meals.

They said Eric had never failed to extract information, so he suddenly became curious about what kind of torture he would perform.

“Let’s wake up this guy. Fill a bucket with water and bring it.”

“Yes.”

“Hey. But seriously, don’t you smell shit somewhere?”

“…”

As he went to fetch water, Hertlocker gritted his teeth so hard they might break.

Vowing to definitely take revenge on Schlus.

Resolving to throw shit on him too.

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