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Surviving as a Con Artist at the Academy Chapter 87

Episode 87. Beast Friends (3)

“Okay, now there’s half left. 16 seconds… 17 seconds… 18 seconds…”

“Ugh!”

I sneered at Chandler, who was suffering from a severe headache.

How long has it been since counting felt this fun?

As I said before, after 30 seconds, the chance to lift the curse disappears.

From then on, I will never be able to shake it off unless I personally release it.

You may think that this is too harsh a punishment, but Chandler himself has done much worse things than this.

After his parents died, the boy began hearing auditory hallucinations in his head, believing them to be the voice of God and following them.

Even if it means killing dozens of innocent people, he does it without hesitation.

That’s why he took over Captain Gamur’s body and hatched this plan.

He may seem like a pathetic guy suffering from a mental disorder, but in fact, it is not a simple hallucination. The voice is actually the evil spirit’s thoughts that his parents planted in him before they died.

‘Since he is an evil spirit, I guess you could call him the voice of ‘God.’

But that doesn’t necessarily limit our daily lives.

Because there’s no demerit given to not following the voice, which would shorten your lifespan.

That means you don’t have to lie every single time or commit evil deeds like me.

‘But he’s a guy who kidnaps and tortures people who are passing by. He’s like a psychopath.’

The problem is that we blindly believe that voice.

Most people of this breed are beasts that will not change even if you drag them to the room of truth and give them mental education.

“30 seconds… time is up. What if I kick away the opportunity you gave me?”

In fact, there was no such thing as a chance. It would be unreasonable to bow naked 100 times in 30 seconds. It would be fortunate if I didn’t freeze to death in this snowy field.

“You… how dare you!!”

Chandler stood up, struggling to hold back the pain. His anger seemed to have overcome his headache.

Even though it looks like that, it is a being several levels above me. The longer it is stronger than me, the less time the curse will take to be heard.

Paaaak!-

Therefore, I have no intention of saving strength.

“Kuuuk!”

Chandler was hit in the waist by Muto’s tail slap and was sent flying, smashing into a rock.

He ended up burying his head in the rock, which was already frozen solid due to the cold.

“This kid!”

But one matt house is amazing.

The guy got up again and kicked the rock fragment with his foot. The fragment flew like a soccer ball and hit Muto in the eye.

The moment he grimaced in pain that would not be strange for a human to lose his sight, Chandler approached and pierced Muto’s neck with a sword filled with aura.

In this way, Muto was summoned back to extend his lifespan.

Chandler smiled triumphantly, thinking that the shield protecting him had disappeared.

“It’s your turn next!”

A sinister aura that seemed as if it would swallow even a curse was cast over the guy’s blade.

Although it is a sword imbued with exquisite power, it is likely to not shine if the user has a flaw.

“Ugh! Again.”

Chandler staggers for a moment as a headache strikes him again. He misses his timing to attack by a beat.

Crunch!-

In the gap, something long was hanging down to Chandler’s neck.

That thing that looked like it would rattle even if you flicked it slightly was a fishing rod.

“This is…”

“….”

“Kuuuuu… Hahahaha! Are you kidding me?”

Chandler, who was worried that he would suffer the reverse effect because he missed the opportunity due to dizziness, burst into laughter.

It was funny that, even though I had a sword, I couldn’t use it enough, so I ended up with a fishing rod that could only be used as a whip.

“Aren’t they even teaching proper swordsmanship in Alighieri? What are you planning to do with that?”

“I’m going to fish you out. Like this.”

As with all fishing rods, the length is adjustable.

The length of the Leviathan, which was intentionally shortened, has been extended.

Then, with a whoosh, the tip of the fishing rod extended at the speed of a bullet and pierced the guy’s neck.

“Ugh!”

I blasted the guy again, but it didn’t have the same destructive power as before.

Instead, he targeted the vital points precisely.

The impact felt like being stabbed by a solid iron bar, and Chandler fell to his knees and began to vomit.

“Wow!”

The bread and fruit juice I had been eating since the day before yesterday are gushing out of my mouth. Since I was suffering from a headache at the time, my motion sickness has gotten worse.

Even the extreme cold caused the vomit to freeze. Even the mouth that had been spewing it out froze and wouldn’t move.

It was a series of hardships.

“Then let me ask.”

“Ugh…”

“Didn’t your mom and dad tell you not to judge an opponent by their weapons?”

“Eeeeeep!!”

slap!-

“town!”

Snap! Snap!-

“Ugh!!”

He beats Chandler’s flesh with the extended Leviathan. The damage to the guy is worse than a cut with a sword.

I understand that it’s painful, but begging is meaningless in a fight where life or death is at stake.

It’s only possible to excuse someone for a headache or wait for them to vomit during a mock match.

“You son of a bitch!!”

Still, he’s really something. He blocked the fishing rod he was swinging with his sword and then tried to counterattack.

The arm holding the fishing rod flailed as the guy parried it.

It’s a monstrous power, but it’s also quite weakened.

That’s because Trisha had just penetrated me with a scope and I lost the strength in both my arms.

“Eww (die)!!”

Chandler took advantage of my loss of composure to swing a knife at my neck. But I had the skill to turn even that into an opportunity.

-Trick Hit Lv6

I remembered what I had written to Jenny before.

My staggering body moved on its own and launched an unexpected counterattack.

It’s a skill that makes it so that it’s not me who shows a weakness, but rather the other person.

I added ‘Cursed Aura’ to make the rod more sturdy.

“…!”

My body deflected Chandler’s sword as if performing acrobatics, and dug into an angle of vision he couldn’t see.

If exposed to the field of vision, there is a possibility of raising the arm to block.

But the guy’s vision was narrower than expected, because Trisha kicked him and hit his right eye.

Chandler didn’t see the rod swinging to the right. The Leviathan hit him square in the right temple.

Next, he started hitting up and down my wrists, ankles, philtrum, Adam’s apple, ribs, and collarbone.

Thanks to ‘Ma-an’, I was able to see through it and see where the vulnerable parts were.

I only targeted the parts that would be painful for the guy.

“I don’t usually like the idea of guilt by association. It’s like blaming the children for the sins of their parents.”

“Eww!!”

“But I think I should make that crime happen against you. How can I feel sympathy when both your parents and your child are psychopaths?”

Choaaaak!!-

A powerful impact sound resonated, enough to make me feel pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, so I raised my strength to the max.

But when I think about the resentment of the victims who were harmed by this bastard, even if I brutally beat them and then behead them, I wouldn’t feel satisfied.

The guy had already let go of his sword a long time ago.

Consciousness has also flown away to the far side.

“Then let’s separate them now.”

The guy took over the body of a man named Captain Gamur.

Chandler is controlling it by possessing it in his body, but it’s easy to release it.

I took out my student ID and showed the back mirror to the guy. Then a yellow light appeared and surrounded him.

– Unhealthy magic detected. Censorship begins.

The yellow stamp that permeates my student ID has the ability to nullify all magical powers.

However, because it is separated from the main body, Mosria, the duration is only 5 seconds and the cooldown is 24 hours. It is not efficient for use in battle.

But in just those five seconds, it was possible to separate the defenseless Chandler from Captain Gamur’s body.

As the yellow light faded, another person emerged from his body.

The one wearing the armor is the one I have beaten so far, but it is the owner of this body, Gamur Brutus.

And Chandler is dressed in rags like the other sinners.

I stretched the fishing line and tied Chandler up. It was from the Leviathan, so even if he woke up, he wouldn’t be able to untie it easily.

The main character, Lyman, is also separated.

‘Beat them up, then let them play, then beat them up again, then let them play again.’

Horsepower: 2/44

Because I overused Leviathan, I don’t have much magic left. Why do I forget that this consumes a lot of magic power?

I couldn’t move until the commotion was over.

* * * * *

Monsters that resembled wolves and foxes were shot by arrows and shivered.

From a distance, Ruska’s sniping kept the oncoming monsters at bay, while in front, Jenny exchanged swords with Geromarin with relief.

He was not an ordinary sorcerer, but his swordsmanship was also excellent. Even if he were frozen in the Silver Age, he would quickly break the ice and escape.

The opponent was constantly summoning monsters, but my magic power was gradually running out.

“It’s not a bad thing to be a werewolf. If you have a sound mind, you can become a man.”

“Is it you?”

“what?”

“Are you the one who called the lycanthrope that appeared in the mountain behind Silvertown seven years ago?”

“Again? I’m sorry, but I had no involvement in that incident! Even though I resented the Chainsilver family, I was focused on something else at the time!”

“If you weren’t involved… that means you at least knew about the incident. Then you must know exactly who the culprit is, right?”

“…This little girl is persistent!”

Geromarin called out to the monster army again, as if trying to avoid answering. However, unlike a moment ago when they had been rushing in like a storm, their numbers were reduced.

As a result of calling without stopping, the magical power gradually depleted.

“Are we here already?”

Geromarin felt that not only they but also himself had reached his limit.

He tried to use this last remaining army as bait and jump over them to escape.

An arrow flew at that moment and pierced his ankle, and a huge wall of ice rose up, blocking Geromarin’s path.

“Don’t run away. You have to answer the questions.”

“Ugh! I really don’t know! I was so distracted at the time that I was concentrating on other plans!”

“Other plans?”

“A saint will be born soon. According to the prophecy, there are only two candidates. One of them is said to be imbued with the power of a divine beast.”

At that moment, a strange light appeared in Ruska’s eyes as he dealt with the monster.

“I didn’t learn this spell to deal with your mother! I learned it to deal with the saint candidate of the prophecy! In short, I have nothing to do with you!”

“….”

Luska transformed her bow into a double-edged sword and swept away a pack of wolves in one swing.

It was easy to handle because there was only a small amount. Then he spoke in a low voice.

“Then let me ask you one last thing.”

“…?”

“Why do you want to kill that saint?”

What kind of nerve do you have?

“As I said before, it is said that one of the saints has the blood of a divine beast flowing through her veins. The blood of the great Thousand-Year Tiger! I can freely control canine beasts. Then assassinating them without anyone knowing is a piece of cake!”

Once you’ve successfully controlled it, it’s possible to fake it as suicide.

Then there is no need to worry about the guards guarding the saintess. There will be no evidence left of the sorcerer’s actions.

“Why kill? It’s simple! Because there is no need for a false god’s representative in this world! The Demon King’s army is the true god’s representative. It is you, not us, who break the world’s taboos!”

“….”

“In short, I have never been involved with the Chainsilver family. I was only focused on the saintess, so I put everything else aside!”

“I see. I get the gist of it.”

“Really?”

“I think we misunderstood for no reason.”

The blue girl and the black girl suddenly smiled like angels.

Geromarin was moved to think that he had finally been able to communicate for the first time, and it seemed that his preaching until his throat was parched had been worth it.

“I will admit that you are not the one who killed your mother.”

“Now that I think about it, the fight we had just now was completely meaningless.”

“No, that’s not necessarily true.”

“what?”

Geromarin felt his body become lighter as he questioned it.

Crunch!-

Literally, several of his limbs were amputated and his body became lighter.

Having lost his right arm and left leg, he fell down screaming.

And I looked up at them, armed with a fierce murderous intent.

The blue girl didn’t seem to have changed much, except that she had become colder than before. However, the black girl had clearly changed in that she had beast ears and a tail.

“That, that appearance…”

There was a face of one of the saints captured by the magic of the salt water, and when I looked at the current black girl, the picture of that saint overlapped.

‘It’s quite similar…!’

The only difference was the color of her hair. But the more he looked at Ruska, the more he trembled with an inexplicable fear.

And the creepy murderous intent… made them look like ghosts.

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