5 – Exam after the entrance ceremony (3)

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Choi Ji-seong.

The son of Choi Kang-cheol, a hero of national salvation.

As if to prove that the power of blood doesn’t go anywhere, he has a genius-level talent just like his father.

That’s also 7 years faster than regular cadets.

“Hmm… that’s messed up.”

It seems that he scored too high in the previous exams.

Because of that, the AI evaluation system judged me as a suitable opponent for Choi Ji-seong.

Of course, Choi Ji-seong…

“That sucks.”

Ha ha.

He sighed and headed to the cadet cafeteria in the basement of the academy.

I bought a meal ticket at the kiosk before entering, and something suddenly came to my mind.

Come to think of it, there is also a money problem.

Of course, the academy facilities are not free.

Including this meal ticket I just bought.

After the outbound crisis, power has become more important than money, but the world still runs on the power of capital.

“…I have to earn money hard.”

I put the buffet-style food on a plate and sat down in a corner.

I thought while eating.

The score distribution for the final match-up practice is not determined simply by winning or losing.

So you just have to endure it for a while.

Choi Ji-seong’s abilities are probably much higher than mine.

In particular, his talent has an innate quickness attached like a temperament.

The talent of a martial artist who is strong in the second half cannot defeat his talent now.

“Should I write at least a skill?”

After learning the origin of nothingness, the remaining 49,999 points were deposited in the point bank.

It was a measure for the future.

Dalgrak.

“I don’t know.”

It was when I was eating while thinking about this and that.

Unlike me, I see a person having a chatty meal with many people.

He was Choi Ji-sung’s eternal rival.

···Han Cheol-woo.

Come to think of it, the original opponent of Choi Ji-sung was Han Chul-woo.

Cheolwoo Han was glaring at me to see if he didn’t like me.

You’d think he was the one who took his place.

But I’m like sh*t too.

Who knows who the f*ck wants to be with Choi Ji-sung.

A young bastard.

“… Ha.”

It’s depressing to think of getting hit by a kid younger than me when I get older.

I have to avoid being really gruesome…

Han Chul-wu consciously glanced at his surroundings and raised his chin openly towards me.

If I could roughly guess what it meant, it seemed like you had no friends to eat with.

“Do you really have to eat with a group of people?”

I’m used to eating alone.

I was absorbed in eating, ignoring those eyes.

As I was eating like that, I saw a cadet eating alone with me across the street.

“·······.”

She was Mo Ye-ji.

Come to think of it, while taking the exam today, she had a lot of contact with Yeji Mo.

How much of an impact my actions had on her.

I stopped eating and checked the contribution system.

“What is it?”

Surprisingly, more points were obtained than expected.

[Visit the Contribution Shop.]

[Possessed currency: 1,001P]

Couldn’t it be that you got 1,001 points just because you had a few conversations?

When I checked the acquired path, it wasn’t.

[Story achievement: 1st place in maze search!]

[I got 1,000 points as an achievement reward.]

Come to think of it, there were also achievements.

Definitely an achievement related to the main story is gangster.

Then, the point gained from talking with Mo Yeji is 1 point.

“…It’s a speck of dust.”

Still, it is a great mountain to collect dust.

Think of it as a fragment of a mountain, not a speck of dust.

“If you take out the points you saved in the bank, you will get around 51,000 points…”

Even if you only have 10,000 points, you can write useful skills for combat practice.

However, the saved points cannot be taken out and used until a certain period of time.

If you ignore the deadline and use it out, 30 percent of the points will be deducted.

As expected, this was dismissed.

I was thinking about that, but at that moment, Mo Yeji’s eyes met.

“·······.”

She was looking at the translucent system window, but it seems she mistook it for looking at herself.

“… Chit.”

Mo Yeji blatantly turned her head away and ignored me.

Is it because of that trivial act?

[You have acquired 1 point.]

“Oh.”

I got a fragment of Mount Tai.

* * *

After lunch, we headed to the multi-purpose training center where the exam was held.

I thought we came early, but surprisingly many cadets arrived first.

As I was enduring the pain of starvation, the exam time soon arrived.

“Did you eat your lunch well?”

Few students answered Park Dae-shik’s question.

Perhaps most of them didn’t eat properly because they were nervous.

“Looking at the faces of the bastards, they all look dead. Self-management is the basic quality of a hero. You’re saying let’s live on everything, but skipping meals just because of an exam? From next time, force yourself to open a few spoonfuls. Got it?”

The cadets answered.

“Okay then. From now on, the combat practice test will begin!”

With Park Dae-shik’s cry, the test began.

There were five arenas in the training ground, and an instructor stood as a referee in each arena.

The match test seems to proceed in alphabetical order.

I looked around for a while…

Is it because I just ate?

I fell asleep because I was sleepy.

[Cadet Mo Ye-ji, the next Daejeon player. Please come up to the stadium.]

I woke up at the instructor’s guidance.

I looked at the stadium and saw Mo Yeji getting up.

“The rule is the 3-minute rule. If there is no win or loss, a decision is made to determine the winner.”

At the instructor’s guidance, Mo Yeji and an unknown cadet nodded.

“Start!”

As the match started, an unknown cadet grabbed a sword and ran to Mo Yeji.

The sword he is holding is pure steel that does not save the blade.

But that alone is quite powerful.

Because a blade is a blade.

“Die—!”

The cadet, whose name was not known, rushed at Mo Ye-ji shouting a bloody warning.

Mo Yeji’s eyes widened and he aimed his pistol at the cadet who was running.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A training bullet was fired from the muzzle and an unknown cadet fell asleep.

He couldn’t dodge Mo Yeji’s training bullets.

Since he predicted his movements with his foreknowledge ability, of course it would have been impossible to avoid.

“Moyeji the winner.”

After her game, I closed my eyes again.

But when I think about it, it’s kind of funny.

I’m not a third-rate villain, I’m dying! Rani. Kww.

Then I woke up to the call of the instructor.

[Ymir Cadet!]

Looks like it’s finally my turn.

[Please come up to the stadium.]

I yawned and stepped onto the pitch.

As he warms up, he sees Choi Ji-seong standing across from him.

He held a steel training sword like a limb.

“Choi Ji-sung Fighting!”

“Put it on!”

“Choi Ji-seong is cool!”

Cheers and jeers were heard from behind.

Of course, Choi Ji-seong cheers, and I boo.

“What is that bastard? Are you Mutuga?”

“Did our rider have a martial artist?”

“That bastard originally used a sword. Why are you punching all of a sudden?”

Ymir originally used a sword.

When she heard that, she remembered.

I think I heard that 15 years ago.

“You’re going to lose anyway, aren’t you just trying to get a correction score?”

“A coward.”

“That’s not cowardice, it’s brainy.”

Still, there are people who support me.

It’s fortunate.

“But isn’t that bastard ranked 280th in the admissions ranking? Why are you hanging out with Choi Ji-sung?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, look at something like back. If you’re 280th, even if you lose to 1st place, you’ll get a correction point.”

“Wow, I envy you. After all, isn’t the academy fair too…”

Amid countless conspiracy theories, I focused my mind.

Yes, talk to your heart’s content.

I don’t care.

“Start the match!”

The battle began with the instructor’s cry.

“Let’s do our best.”

Choi Ji-seong approached with a leisurely greeting.

I skipped the greeting and went straight into action.

Poof.

I twisted my upper body while pretending to throw out a fist.

Choi Ji-seong instinctively thrust out his sword.

Immediately after dodging the sword, he performed a counter attack…

“Wow, you move well.”

At some point, he had slipped out of my attack radius.

This is unbelievable agility.

f*ck, dog-like main character buff.

“I will do it in earnest.”

Choi Ji-seong took the flag ceremony and changed his posture.

It was much more organized than the first time.

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We traded airlifts a few times.

I avoided or blocked his sword based on my experience, but it was not enough to overcome the limit of my abilities.

However, my goal is not to be severely applied from the beginning.

Even if it takes time, the goal is achieved.

“Wow, you are amazing.”

Choi Ji-sung praised me sincerely.

But I’m not happy with that compliment at all.

Based on experience, I’m much older than him.

“I wonder if this can be prevented…”

Choi Ji-seong suddenly drew his sword.

His sword trembled thinly and suddenly emitted a soft blue light.

I immediately realized.

You put magic into the sword.

···Crazy bastard.

Magical manifestation.

It is an impossible skill for a cadet who has just entered school.

Choi Ji-seong uses that technique as naturally as breathing.

Wow.

But I also did not eat jjambab in vain.

I also put magic into my fists.

The same magical powers as Choi Ji-sung.

The moment he attacks, he will strike the sword.

Perhaps his weapon will be broken due to magical resonance.

Then I’ll have an advantage in the decision.

It was then.

“Three minutes done! The match is over!”

The progress instructor stood between us.

“Choi Ji-seong won by decision 7-3.”

It seems like three minutes have passed before I knew it.

Oh, unfortunately.

The game ended due to time over.

“As expected, Choi Ji-sung won.”

“Hey, but didn’t he also hold up a little… surprisingly well?”

“Jisung must have looked at it. In the first place, a sword is not a real sword, but a training sword.”

“I don’t think so.”

I caught a gasping breath.

When I looked around my body, I saw scratches all over my body.

On the contrary, Choi Ji-seong looks fine even breathing.

As expected, he is the main character.

“It was a good match. Your name is Ymir… Right?”

I nodded roughly and got off the pitch.

I’m glad it didn’t go badly though.

I’m so relieved, but the cadets on standby are making a fuss.

“Kyaaak, Yeji!”

“Ugh, what is it?”

“Instructor! Cadet Moyeji passed out.”

Looking over my shoulder, I see Mo Ye-ji passed out with a double nosebleed.

Why is he like that again?

Anyway, the placement test is over.

“Whoa.”

I think I was pretty good at it.