50 – Mine Hunt

When most of the cadets were busy training, there was one cadet who didn’t train.

Park Jeong-pal returned to the dormitory at the same time as Park Dae-sik announced the dissolution.

I had to train to get a high score, but I couldn’t concentrate.

This is all because of Ymir.

“Bastard….”

Her pride was severely damaged after he was beaten by Ymir.

In fact, most people are not very interested in others.

So I don’t care too much about Park Jung-pal, Ymir, whether they fight or not, or even if they die.

But Park Jeong-pal, the party to the case, did not think so.

‘Everyone must be pointing at me. You’ll be laughing behind your back They must be insulting a primitive man for being broken.’

It’s a problem that happened because my usual self-confidence and pride were too strong.

My pride, which had been standing upright like a bamboo, was once broken, and then it broke and died.

If he had been a flexible and resolute person, there would have been no problem, but unfortunately Park Jeong-pal has not yet developed that way.

‘… I want to die.’

A few days ago, I glared at Ymir, and then I lowered my head in fear of her.

It was because he remembered the time when he was beaten without realizing it.

The fact that he was frightened by the opponent he was ignoring made Park Jeong-pal even more miserable.

In the end, Park Jeong-pal was barely maintaining his class attendance, severing his relationship with other cadets.

With that in mind, the training week has arrived.

Of course he can’t concentrate on training.

Park Jeong-pal thought he was better off.

I’m rather glad I don’t have to see Ymir’s disgusting top.

“… ….”

Negative thoughts tend to bite their tails.

Now I’m more or less aware of this problem and know how to fix it.

I need to do something to change my mood.

Park Jung-pal got out of bed and turned on the computer.

At times like this, computer games are the best.

I am using my mouse to play a game, but strangely, an Internet icon stands out in one corner.

This is an icon that allows direct access to the Academy site.

To be exact, first-year students can directly access the bulletin board.

“… Hmm.”

I wonder if the cadets who witnessed him spreading rumors that he was beaten like a dog by Ymir.

Park Jeong-pal opened the bulletin board for cadets instead of playing games.

Once the connection was complete, he immediately logged in and searched for his name.

Fortunately, there are only a few that come out.

There were only a few posts cursing or swearing at Park Jeong-pal, but these were already there before he was beaten by Ymir.

There were a lot of kids who hated him, as most kids who chew gum in the back do.

“… You haven’t spread any rumors yet.”

Coming to think of it, even if the three cadets who witnessed the incident spread rumors, they are unlikely to be accepted as truth.

Park Jeong-pal was ashamed of himself for overreacting for no reason, so he quickly turned off the site. No, I tried to turn it off.

I was about to press the close button, but there was an annoying post.

[Hey, by the way, if your combat power is 9,200, how high would you rank among first-year students?]

Park Jeong-pal saw the post and recalled his memories that he had subconsciously erased.

Come to think of it, his combat power was 9,203.

At the time of his measurement, his fighting power came out to be 8,600. At the level of a first-year cadet, Park Jeong-pal was miserable again, even though his combat power was never low.

Still, between 8,600 and 9,200 combat power, there isn’t much of a difference.

Park Jeong-pal didn’t know that Ymir had intentionally lowered his combat power before being measured.

So I took comfort in the fact that the difference was not big.

Park Jeong-pal, who had calmed down, checked the post again with a little selfishness.

The date it was written was yesterday evening.

I received a lot of recommendations, so I was on the bulletin board for concept writing in 1st grade.

When I clicked on it, I couldn’t believe it from the combat power of 9,200 in the title of the article, but it was Ymir’s story.

[He was ranked 280th, then 120th, and now his combat power is 9,203… So, aren’t you in the top 10 among freshman students? I think it’s at least 10th. No, no. Was Park Jung-pal ranked 9th at 8,400? So, isn’t he in the top five?]

As soon as Park Jeong-pal saw what he was mentioned, his teeth hurt.

Your combat strength is 8,600 instead of 8,400.

How big is the 200 difference in combat power?

He read the post again, quelling his anger.

[But what the hell does this caveman do to get 9,200 combat power? Is this growth rate possible? I don’t understand with my common sense…. Are you taking illegal drugs or something? Or, like the rumors that came out at the beginning of the semester, there is a really huge back. Rumor has it that he caused another incident at the reading circle OT. Same with the dungeon practice… If you see such a disaster coming, isn’t there something behind it?]

Contrary to the title of the post, seeing the suspicious content, I can expect it. It seems that he is not the only person who hates Ymir.

“… It’s not award-winning.”

Park Jeong-pal checked the comments, hoping that there would be many comments cursing Ymir, comments defending the post’s claim, or malicious comments.

But surprisingly, there are no such comments.

[Geomseong My Mac: He lives at the training ground.]

[Hitori-chan Daisuki: You must have put in a lot of effort.]

[Won Dil Timu: Talent]

[Glasses Guardian: Talent has come out. He put a lot of effort into it.]

[Won Dil Timu: Effort is also a talent]

[Cheese Ball King: Is breathing a talent? Asshole.]

[High School Girls 3 vs 3 Pamu: He is a disaster summoner who drives disasters. Be careful.]

Park Jeong-pal continued to check the comments, hoping that there would be no malicious comments.

[Primitive girl: What is the reason for writing this? Author’s inferiority level

[Yejikiller: Ymir is a good boy.]

[The Primitive Girl: Yeji Killer. Are you Hayeon?]

[Precise Killer: ? It’s not.]

[The Primitive Girl: Then who is it?]

[Precise Killer: It’s an anonymous site, but why inform it? If I’m Hayeon, are you a mother-in-law?]

[Primitive girl: Why is Mo Ye-ji here? Sniper level snipe]

[Aim thug: He shoots well.]

Park Jeong-pal felt bad.

There are fewer people who hate Ymir than I thought.

Everyone gets jealous when they see someone outstanding.

But I don’t understand how few people are jealous.

In an instant, an important fact came to mind.

“Oh, that’s right. That bastard….”

It was a bargain.

Come to think of it, I always ate alone and went to mobile classes alone.

Since there are no close friends, there are few people to be jealous of.

There is not much interest.

“… Chew.”

Park Jeong-pal wrote the post with her selfishness in mind.

His low inferiority complex was translated into text and became a post.

He wrote a post with 5,700 characters, but the post disappeared without being posted as if a writing error appeared.

“No, what is this… !”

He got angry and wrote again.

This time I was more exhausted than the first time, so I had fewer words.

I registered for Gearco’s post and waited for a long time.

But surprisingly, no one pays any attention.

Ah, you must be focusing on training the kids now.

Park Jeong-pal suddenly felt miserable about his situation, so he closed his website and turned off his computer.

I lie on the bed and stare blankly at the ceiling, and all I can do is sigh.

Why did I become so grumpy?

It seems that he fell asleep.

In my dream, a huge iron gate that looked like a coffin was attached.

An ominous-looking iron gate embossed with several people in pain.

Park Jeong-pal knows what this iron gate is.

The Gates of Hell.

Seeing this door in my dream, I must be in a really bad state of mind.

He has no intention of becoming a hero, but he also has no intention of becoming a demon.

After waking up, he ran to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

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We had dinner after training. After arriving at the dormitory, he was about to take some rest, but he got a call from Uyuna.

Ah, that’s annoying.

When I checked the message, it was a call asking me to teach archery again.

Since it’s a training intensive, it looks like the kid is overjoyed.

Still, I sent a chicken gifticon as if I had a conscience.

This is kind of cute.

“Ha ha.”

It’s too cumbersome, but you have to move.

I left the dormitory to meet Uyuna and headed to the back of a building with few people.

She was not alone in waving her hand as I saw milk out in the distance.

Who are you?

There was another person next to Uyuna.

However, it was difficult to see who was in the blind spot of the building.

I used clairvoyance. Then, the identity of the person in the blind spot is identified.

She was Lee In-ah, the sub-circle leader of the inquiry circle.

Why is he here?

Lee In-ah is a demon.

Looking at Uyuna and the two of them chatting, they seem pretty close.

Did she change her approach because I was siphoning me milk.

It looks like that.

I’m already tired, but it makes me even more tired.

I thought as I walked.

Should I dispose of mine now?