Episode 12. I Can’t Be the Only One Who Gets It (1)
I was flattering the professors even though I missed out on a promotion. It was interesting to see the expressions on their faces as if they were wondering what I was happy about when I missed out on a promotion.
Of course it was worth it. Even though the classes are elite, there are many benefits.
If you wear the title of Class A, you won’t have to worry about anything you do. An example of this is a crazy magical girl who keeps causing trouble in her first year.
‘But not yet.’
At this point, you need to distance yourself from the main characters of Class A.
Besides, given my nature of having to live with lies on my lips, it would be difficult for me to adapt to being caught in between.
The mission is the most troublesome thing of all.
External missions starting from the second semester. The higher your class, the higher the risk of being assigned to a life-threatening mission.
I don’t have the strength or courage to take on the challenge yet.
‘It’s a mission that even Class A could fail, so what can someone like me do…?’
Class A… … It’s not that it’s not worth looking into. It’s just that it’s not the time yet.
It seemed like it would soon be necessary to create an assistant to help with a smooth school life.
“Radon~ You’re not thinking about anything else right now, are you?”
“No. I will just work quietly.”
The day after the practical exam. As soon as school got out, I was dragged to the newspaper club room and am having a hard time.
The reason was to clean up the false information that Radon had spread before the ice age. Even now, his hands are moving busily.
‘Radon, how many accidents has this kid caused?’
Because of that, I, the possessed one, am having a hard time. I know he feels wronged by the curse, but it’s hard to control the urge to fight him.
“But it’s really interesting.”
“What is it?”
“You, you! I mean, you’ve been acting like a completely different person lately.”
News editor Trisha Marelin was amazed at Radon’s transformation. Why did this snobbish, snobbish guy become so sincere? She was probably thinking something like this.
You may have even heard the results of this practical exam. There are rumors going around that Radon almost made it to Class A.
As expected, the expected questions poured in.
“You haven’t been acting this whole time, have you?
“What kind of acting is this?”
“That’s right! In fact, aren’t you pretending to be a delusional person on purpose? You’re just trying to avoid hard work!”
“Your thoughts are very pessimistic.”
“Then, wouldn’t you be suspicious? This is almost like the sky splitting in two! Maybe… … the prayer I offered at church last week might have come true. Thank you, Holy Spirit!”
Trisha was very excited.
Considering the last time she was put on trial because of Radon’s false report, is it any wonder she’s so sensitive?
Or maybe he just had a high-tension personality from the beginning.
“I’ve been watching students from other grades for a while, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone change like you in just a week.”
“You must be busy with your studies, why are you watching me?”
“Have you forgotten? I’m the president of the newspaper club. Unlike my other classmates, I need to know everything about the academy.”
In reality, Trisha is like the president of a news agency. It is a tedious but necessary task to dig around the academy during the reporting process.
In this way, the department will run well, you will get extra points for your attitude score, and just by participating in department activities, you may receive offers from related organizations.
Although it may be hectic to be busy with schoolwork and club activities, it is a good opportunity for students without connections or talent.
It is a system worth supporting voluntarily, even if it is inconvenient.
Radon, whose family was ruined and who didn’t even know his own talent, must have been very attracted to him. Since he had no power to compete, he had no choice but to survive in a field like this.
“But the result is getting a good response. Thanks to you, I even got some newsworthy stories to write about.”
“That doesn’t mean I am exaggerating.”
“You punk, am I you? Don’t treat me the same.”
Trisha went to her desk, rummaged through her drawers, took something out, and placed it on my desk.
“But since I like the way you look now, I’ll give you a special gift.”
“Is it a gift?”
The object on my desk was a stone tablet shaped like a book. It was detailed enough to be mistaken for a real book, and it was also quite light.
“What is this?”
“Well, it’s a Nobel record. It’s the kind of work I enjoy listening to, so I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with it too.”
Nobel Record. A type of visualization stone that records the contents of a novel. The images observed by the observer during the practical exam were also reflected in the mirror thanks to the power of the visualization stone.
This novel record is the same; if you hold it and go to sleep, the contents of the novel will unfold in your dreams.
In short, it is a magical tool that allows you to visualize a novel. The only difference is that it reflects it in your head instead of in a mirror.
“You and Me Tico? King of the Locker Room? Those are some really strange titles.”
I frowned when I read the title on the record. Other than the title, I had no clues, not even a synopsis.
“This is the best work I have ever seen. Few people know about it, but you will be able to enjoy a fantastic world.”
“What genre is it? At least I hope it’s not a flop.”
“It’s a huge disrespect to call it a failure. You’re a combat specialist, so you must have a lot of physical problems. But if you just watch this, all your problems will be solved?”
“hmm…….”
When I showed that I was thinking carefully, Trisha suddenly made a gloomy expression.
“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”
“No, not really… … I’ll enjoy it when I go to bed tonight. It’s a gift you gave me, so of course I should accept it.”
I was afraid that I would feel sad if I didn’t accept it, so I decided to just take it.
The moment I accepted it, Trisha’s face lit up. She looked like a corner nerd who was excited about successfully getting someone to become a fan.
It was a good thing. In this world without internet or games, we needed something to entertain ourselves.
To this extent, it is enough to become a substitute for video media.
“Okay, I’m going home now, so don’t forget to lock the door.”
“Yes~”
Trisha walked out, blissfully strutting. Was it really that good of you to give me a present?
Even outside, the humming of “lulu-lala” could be heard.
“Am I finally alone?”
I thought this was the moment and kept typing. I was finally able to write the article I wanted.
Of course, I am not spreading malicious misinformation. I am just adding exaggerated opinions, and this is within the acceptable range.
As long as it’s not at the level of the last mistake, it’s fine. I just wrote my personal thoughts as an article.
Did you know that this too can be considered a lie?
‘It was a great blessing that Radon was in the newspaper club.’
Why did I belong to this department when I was in the combat department?
Wouldn’t it be more effective to spend more time practicing instead of writing documents?
This thought is blown away when we consider the Liar’s Curse.
If you spread lies like this, the erosion rate will naturally decrease. This is because lies told to many people are more effective than lies told to individuals.
That was also the reason why I didn’t retire even though I had acquired swordsmanship skills.
[+200 Credits]
I didn’t do anything, but it suddenly decreased.
This is proof that the effects of the false information spread last time are still in effect. Thanks to this, your proficiency will build up without you doing anything, and your abilities will naturally increase.
If it weren’t for that damn curse, I would have no other blessed body.
* * * * *
After finishing all the work and arriving at the dormitory, I collapsed as soon as I got there. As I stayed late and sat at the table, I was reminded of the boring routine of the old world.
Still, it was better than my life before I became a prisoner, when I was only busy working, except for the time I spent eating, pooping, and sleeping.
If the bad words being said to me now are what I deserve as a con artist, then the bad words I received before I was possessed were chaos itself.
Even the rolling robbers are better than that. The only problem is that they are cursed.
‘It’s refreshing.’
After I finished showering and laid down on the bed, I listened to the Nobel record that Trisha had given me.
Did I say that just watching this would solve my physical problems? Then again, that would be nagging.
Flutter-
The Nobel Record is simple to use. Just open it up like a book and fall asleep with it in your arms, or use it as a pillow.
I received just two records. I laid them both under my pillow and listened to them at the same time.
This will help you fall into a comfortable sleep while also creating a fun dream world.
The moment I closed my eyes and was swallowed by the water… …the story began with the novel’s logo appearing against a pure white background.
[You and My Tico]
[King of the Locker Room]
I wonder how interesting this work is that I have to clench my teeth and recommend it. I was secretly looking forward to it.
and……
“Ugh… … Eeeeeeeee… … Eeeeeeeeeeek!!!”
… … turned into a huge sense of betrayal.
I tossed and turned in my sleep screaming until the next morning, the reason being, of course, the content of the novel.
First, ‘You and My Tico’.
… I shouldn’t have watched it. It was filled with scenes of men slamming into each other… … that looked like they came straight out of a secondary creative doujinshi. The problem was that I had to experience it from the perspective of the main character, as if it were VR.
Secondly, the ‘King of the Locker Room’.
This is the most serious. The setting is literally a locker room, and some macho men come out and have a friendly fight. The content that follows is a strangely blossoming friendship… …
And this too, was done from the main character’s perspective. Damn, not a pretty girl, but a big guy handing me a sports drink and making me blush… … !
‘Log out! Force quit! ART F4!! Please… … !’
Chaos unfolded before my eyes, but escape was impossible.
Each piece had a running time of 1 hour and 30 minutes. I was stuck in that hell for a full 3 hours.
“Trisha you fucking bitch!!!!”
Physical problems solved? You crazy person.
This is just a tool to relieve your sexual desires, so why are you giving it to me and making a fuss about it!
It’s so unfair. My heart still aches because of the expression of affection that happened from the main character’s perspective.
First of all, I want to get rid of this cursed record… … but for some reason my hands won’t move.
Why? It’s not that I’m scared. Rather, I’m angry.
It was a mixture of fear of its very existence and anger at having been unfairly deceived. It was summed up in one word.
“I can’t be the only one who gets hurt… …!”
That was the moment when I made that pledge.
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-You must be feeling like you’ve been cheated in reverse right now. But there’s no such thing as a narrow-minded cheater who can’t reflect. As a cowardly cheater, you’re inflicting the same pain you’ve suffered on an innocent person.
[When cleared: Activate credit exchange function.]
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If you only look at the content, it really forces you to become a piece of trash, but the reward for clearing it caught my attention.
‘Come to think of it, there was a system like this too.’
This is a system that often appears when playing a game. It has the advantage of providing convenience for each stage when clearing, and making the game easier to progress through.
If you clear the mission that has just appeared, you can exchange credits for cash. Of course, you have to clear it. Who would be worth fishing for?
Knock knock knock-
“huh?”
At that moment, several knocks were heard at the door.
It’s currently 6 AM. Who on earth could it be at this hour of the morning?
A small silhouette appeared in the blurry door. I couldn’t tell who it was, but I could tell that the hair was pink.
There are more than a few cadets with hair like that. This is a fantasy world after all. But the fact that they are small is somewhat odd.
“Is Radon Crowler here? I’m Mary Ludciel from the Magic Department.”
And then, at the sound of a voice coming from the door, all of the water was blown away.
Surviving as an Academy Fraudster
