Episode 180. Be my teacher!
The dream Ruska had last night was not just a dream. It was impossible to ignore it when she thought of the new abilities she would soon awaken.
When the Yoho tribe receives a full moon, all their abilities become active. Among them, if it is Ruska, which can be called the greatest masterpiece, there is a high possibility that it will draw out even more power.
Thanks to that, Ruska can easily handle the Shinsuhwa that was difficult to handle. In fact, even though the full moon rose last night, she didn’t go berserk and was fine.
Beyond controlling that power, you have opened your eyes to another power.
That was also a skill that was often useful whenever I played as Ruska.
A skill that makes Ruska, who already has the strongest physical ability among the named characters, even more versatile.
The triple threat of damage/tank/skill. Furthermore, Ruska, who can handle both close and long range attacks, is worthy of the name of a red-hot character.
Plus, predicting the future?
‘Come to think of it, I was merging both corruption and gangsterism.’
Of course, that’s when you reach the end spec. Right now, you’re not at the stage where you can fully utilize that ability.
As of now, all I can do is manifest it here and there in the form of a precognitive dream last night.
However, the problem was the content of the dream.
`I clearly said I would turn to dust and die.`
『Wow… Is that true? As expected, the Yoho tribe guys are on a different level, then and now.』
`Do you know anything?`
『I’ve been wandering the world for a long time, so I’ve seen a lot of Yoho guys. That guy also has his own talents, so when he’s exposed to moonlight, he develops similar abilities.』
Even though it may not be as great as the Ruska ability, it is proof that the Jajok tribe is worthy of its name as a fighting race.
『The King of Papyrus, who hunted such excellent men with ease, was simply amazing.』
I had a rough idea who it was.
Talema Endhol Papiyas. Even though he was amputated by Lyman, he is a strong man who should never be underestimated.
He was always a bloodthirsty man, and his hobby was waging war against foreigners.
“So what are you going to do? You are destined to die in the future.”
‘It’s not like there’s no way to avoid it. Usually, predictions are wrong.’
As I said before, Ruska’s prophecy is not perfect yet. There is no reason why it has to be ‘me’ who dies there.
Moreover, what Ruska does is only a prediction. It is not an absolute future, but a future that can be avoided.
Otherwise, would it have been used as an ‘evasion device’ in the main story?
‘But just in case, we need to lay the groundwork properly.’
“how?”
I am currently participating in club activities for that purpose.
The newspaper department is a perfect place to spread my personal lies.
But unfortunately…
“Guys, this is serious. I don’t think I’ll be able to write an article during this festival.”
The members gathered around the central table in the newspaper office.
Even though the manager, Trisha, said it as if she was very sorry, the members somehow liked it.
“Really? Then I can rest comfortably.”
“Then I don’t have to come here every time after school?”
“I can finally rest.”
“I guess it’s because it’s a festival that comes once every five years that freedom is guaranteed!”
Cheers from the club members can be heard here and there around the table.
Trisha was furious at this unexpected reaction.
“You guys! Are you laughing at the fact that we’re going to break up?!”
Trisha was not a goblin, just without horns, but the members burst into laughter and said,
“Hey… You too, Manager. You should rest when you can. What’s the fuss about.”
“That’s not it, you guys! We’re supposed to be writing a festival novel record right now!”
“Huh??”
When the members asked how it came to this, Trisha said tearfully.
“Do you remember when I submitted a manuscript to the Divine Literature Contest? I won first place.”
“Wow… That must have been nice.”
“Of course it was good at first. But then they thought it was the work of the Alighieri newspaper… and they asked us for the record to be used as a viewing platform for the magic banquet.”
The Magic Banquet features numerous events prepared by each cadet.
Among them, the place that nobles visit the most to kill time is the place where they can watch a play.
A representative example would be the theater department, but another area that includes literature is also a bookstore.
In particular, the Nobel Record is a place that people of all ages visit. You can enjoy the story just by closing your eyes and lying down.
In a world without the Internet, where could there be such entertainment?
“So you’re saying that you want us to help you now?”
“Please, I beg you! There’s no way I can write ten novels on my own within that deadline.”
You may think that this is asking for a lot, but the number of newspaper members you see now is much higher than that.
Even though there is less than a month left until the performance, there is still more than enough time to prepare.
“Well, if an article written by someone like you, the manager, won first place, then there’s no way we can’t do it too.”
“That’s right! If we work together, we can finish 10 volumes in no time. Right?”
Considering that Trisha’s writing definitely won first place, it didn’t seem to be pure literature.
Although the Nobel Records were closer to entertainment than literature to begin with… it didn’t seem difficult.
but.
“….”
“Hey guys?”
“….”
“Why isn’t there any response!”
it’s bothering.
It’s a waste of time.
Preparing for the evaluation is urgent, so why should I write that damn novel?
Their silent reaction was only natural.
“Guys…”
Trisha begged desperately, but the members weren’t easy.
“Chief, you and that guy Radon got a lot of bonus points for this mission, right? Then you don’t need to worry about your evaluation, do you?”
“Ah… that’s…”
“On the other hand, we are so busy that every second counts. If you keep forcing us to do things we can report you to the student council.”
“Hey! Isn’t that too much?”
While the members and Trisha were talking to each other… I interrupted them and asked.
“Wait a minute, senior, did that literature club or something say that they wanted to see our work?”
“That’s right… I was surprised because I just heard it from the principal today.”
The principal said that… the literature club was curious about the level of skill of our newspaper club.
Yes, we were just interested. We are not asking you to create a masterpiece.
So the solution is simple.
“Then I guess we can just write some random piece and submit it. Even if this is the only writing department in the school, it’s still the same. If we, the newspaper department, were to ask them to do something like this, it would only cause problems.”
“But there is such a thing as sincerity. This is a work that will be presented at an event that is only being held once every five years. Do you think you can handle it if you make it carelessly and present it?”
That made sense in its own way.
Let’s say there’s an actively running cooking competition.
While other contestants come up with dishes with unique flavors and personalities, we just serve home-cooked food like rice balls or fried rice.
However, we don’t deserve to be criticized for being eliminated from the competition.
“Senior, we were only asked to do so, we weren’t forced to do so. What can we do if we’re disappointed by submitting our poorly written work? You were the one who ordered us to do so, so you should be responsible.”
“But what will the audience think of us when they see that poorly made film?”
“How much would it matter if those people cursed? They just came here to kill time.”
In this world, there is no such thing as star terrorism or comment squashing.
And considering that Trisha’s piece took first place, it doesn’t seem to be a normal literary category.
So, just print it out like a similar text factory and fill it in.
“I just need to write something light. I don’t think I’ll need help from others for something like that.”
“Is that true?”
The members’ eyes lit up when they heard that. This was because it meant that they didn’t have to participate.
“That’s true. If we just write it roughly, Trisha and I can do it together.”
There are about three weeks left until the festival.
Even if you write it roughly, it is impossible to complete 10 volumes in it.
You could have written less, borrowing my words, to mean doing it roughly, but that was the minimum courtesy we could maintain.
`It was absurd to ask for this during this busy time.`
Moreover, this is not simply an intention to get things done roughly. As I said earlier, it is impossible to write a newspaper during the festival period.
So, a substitute is needed, and writing this novel is just the thing.
It is clear that the literary society requested this, so they will put up a lot of advertisements, and I wonder if there will be only one or two people who will fall for it.
In fact, you might be able to earn more than the newspaper.
“Can I start writing the novel now?”
“Yeah. Here’s some manuscript paper specifically for records.”
Trisha holds out a manuscript covered in magic to me. The special coating means it can’t be torn or stained.
At the same time I called out to two spirits.
“Huh!”
“What’s going on all of a sudden!”
Most of the members are surprised by the appearance of the superior lord.
There I spoke to the two spirits without paying any attention.
“Okay, now it’s your turn.”
“huh?”
『What is this…?』
Muto and Aisha suddenly appeared and tilted their heads.
I looked at the guys with the corners of my mouth raised… and pointed to the manuscript with my chin.
『Are you… asking us to help you right now?』
“No, you have to write it yourself.”
“what!!”
『…!!』
Muto and Aisha’s faces turned into those of a bolt from the blue.
The moment the members became interested in the sight of the surprised and fallen senior lord… Muto naturally got excited.
“This piece of trash is so gross, are you kidding me?”
“That’s right. This is labor exploitation. It makes no sense.”
As expected, even Aisha came out in protest, but the guys had no choice.
“Then does that mean you spilled food in the refrigerator yesterday and ran away?”
『… .』
“This piece of trash needs to know his place!”
It was the moment when Muto tried to exert his strength with a fierce face.
As soon as I took out the Manyoung’s raindrops, Muto flinched.
“Want to taste some raindrops?”
『Ugh…!』
“You know I’ll spill all this if you keep talking like that, right? Behave yourself.”
“It’s like a fucking cesspool.”
『Eugh…』
In the end, the two men picked up their pens with a heavy heart.
Although Muto is a snake, he has the wisdom to hold a pen with his tail, and since Aisha was originally a human, there was nothing she couldn’t do when it came to writing manuscripts.
* * * * *
After the club activities were over, we came out of the main building.
When the cherry blossoms fall and the sun shines brightly, I can sense that summer is coming.
Now, to say goodbye to the cold, I took off my school uniform jacket and walked.
“Hey, Tosa-mul. You’re not really only asking us to do this, are you?”
“Could you please reconsider? Please…”
As you walk, you can naturally hear Muto and Aisha talking.
Especially since Aisha was speaking tremblingly, I answered her with sincerity.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you out here and there, so you won’t be overworked.”
“Of course it should be like that.”
“But do you guys have a concept of overwork?”
『… .』
If you push it to its limits during combat, you’ll definitely experience some really annoying and frustrating situations.
But after I changed jobs, those guys were also affected.
Since I can draw out their power more perfectly than before, I can make them do things I couldn’t do before.
One of them is manuscript writing.
“radon!”
The moment I arrived in front of the square, Jenny called me.
And then, as if he had been waiting, he runs towards me from in front of the fountain.
“Are you done with your new job?”
“Yeah. But Jenny, what were you doing here?”
When I asked, Jenny felt burdened and touched the back of her neck.
But like her usual cheerful girl, she raises her face and speaks to me.
“I have a favor to ask. Radon.”
“…?”
“Be my teacher!”
Surviving as an Academy Fraudster
