Episode 178 White Hair, Ninety-Nine Middles (3)
The Academy’s indoor training ground.
There are many state-of-the-art training equipment here.
Starting with various exercise equipment as well as a room that creates virtual dungeons and monsters as holograms, a room that measures the magic power of the body, a room that quantifies the damage inflicted, etc… But the best technology among them is the room called the ‘gravity room’
. .
In this room, the applied gravity can be adjusted arbitrarily, and a record of how long you lasted in that multiplier is displayed.
Of course, if you overdo it, the gravity in the gravity chamber will randomly disappear and the record will be reset.
And right now.
…Push!
The door to the freshman gravity room opened, and a man covered in sweat walked out.
A well-trained, muscular, black-haired boy.
He was Grenouille de Leviathan, the third son of the Leviathan family.
“Whoa. As expected, seven times the gravity without using mana is difficult. This is like the weight of fate that a noble person carries from birth…” Grenouille shrugged,
enjoying the awe-inspiring gazes he felt around him.
Considering that normal students find it difficult to withstand even 6x gravity, it was definitely a great record to withstand 7x gravity for over 30 minutes.
Grenouille thought he was going to vomit a little, but he held it in and wiped away his sweat pretending to be calm.
……but?
Somehow the eyes of respect and envy directed at him are slightly distorted.
‘I’m not?’
Grenouille shifted his gaze to the direction where the other students in the gym were staring at him in unison.
At that place.
“…!?”
There was a scene that would make Grenouille’s eyes wide open.
It was the instrument panel of another gravity chamber right next to it.
F-2 Gravity Room
< Gravity coefficient: 8 times >
< Current usage time: 59 minutes 12 seconds >
< Whether or not mana was used: N >
A whopping 8 times the gravity.
The entrance time there is close to 1 hour.
Records that are still being updated even at this moment.
‘Nonsense!’
Grenouille opened his mouth wide.
He had fainted and vomited from being in 7x gravity for 30 minutes.
But who the hell is holding out for an hour in eight times the gravity?
‘If the user’s physical condition becomes serious, gravity disappears on its own and the record is reset. That means… is the guy in here really holding up to this gravity?’
There were very few people who could withstand an 8-fold gravitational field without using mana, even among seniors.
That’s only about an hour…
Then.
Push-
Gravity chamber stopped working.
It wasn’t until exactly one hour later that the door opened and thick steam gushed out from inside.
‘Who are you? The one who endures 8 times.’
Grenouille looked inside in a cold sweat.
There are only a few monsters in the academy who can withstand this level of gravity.
‘It’s not in the Heat Weapons Department, but it’s probably about Tudor or Sancho in the Cold Weapons Department.’
Grenouille finished his thoughts with a poop-chewed expression.
but. What came out of the gravity chamber was a completely different face.
Bikir.
A commoner male student who always goes around with an expressionless face.
Seeing him, Grenouille’s expression twisted.
“No, how can that weak fellow endure 8 times? Isn’t this the record wrong… Huh?”
But Grenouille couldn’t finish his words.
As the steam completely clears, the body beneath Bikir’s face begins to show.
Her body shape, which had always been hidden by her clothes and looked skinny, was completely exposed.
The muscles located here and there were trained to the limit, and there was no flab, so they looked even more prominent.
The lines of the cut muscles were so sharp that it seemed as if they were being cut.
Grenouille swallowed a dry saliva without even realizing it.
“Is that so? Yes, if you have a body of that size, if you squeeze something, you will be able to multiply it by 8 times. Yes. .. uh?”
Grenouille’s words did not follow this time either. It’s because
Bikir
went to the instrument panel as soon as he came out of the gravity chamber and adjusted the coefficient of gravity upward.
F-2 Gravity Chamber
< Gravity factor: 9x >
< Current usage time: 0 >
< Whether or not mana was used: N >
Eventually, Vikir returned to the gravity chamber and began to withstand 9x the gravity.
“Nonsense. You won’t last even a minute if you do that!”
Everyone, including Grenouille, thought the same thing.
However, Bikir inside was enduring the burden of his body without much thought.
‘Mana is more active in a healthy body. So, in normal times, you should train your pure body without using as much mana as possible.’
Bikir is still a teenager, so he is short and his muscles and skeleton are not fully formed.
So, if it was originally, it would have been impossible to withstand this much gravity.
However, as soon as he was born, he endured 7 minutes in the Styx River and the strong survival instinct he developed through the harsh training he suffered during his childhood made Bikir a strong man beyond his weight class.
Furthermore, the three ghosts of high-ranking monsters trapped inside the demonic sword Baalzebub were quenching Vikir’s body to make it stronger and tougher, and the karma of killing demons so far also became experience and hardened her soul.
Wooddeuk – Woodeuk – Ppudeuk –
Screams from muscles and bones were heard from all over the body, but it was immediately restored due to the level of regeneration that transcended humans.
Muscles are torn, healed, torn again, and healed over and over again, becoming more stretched and tough.
Bikir eventually filled the hour this time and came out of the gravity chamber.
Push-
Every time you hold on, you can feel the increase in muscle mass.
The students, who had been watching Bikir’s time record for using the gravity chamber from the outside, were now staring openly in amazement.
“Wow, look at his body. I didn’t know when he was wearing the clothes…” ”
I think he’s the strongest in the first year if he doesn’t use mana and only his physical record is pure.”
“What is first grade?
“But then what do you do? It’s mana sucking in the end.”
“That’s right. In the end, to become a soldier of a high level, the amount of mana is important. The concentration of mana.”
“It’s a pity. If he only liked his family and received good support, by now…”
Everyone admires Vikir’s record, but to some extent ignores jealousy.
However, the eyes of such students are shaken again by Bikir’s next action.
Gravity room
F-2
< Gravity coefficient: 10 times >
< Current usage time: 0 >
< Whether or not mana was used: N >
Vikir increased gravity again.
* * *
When Bikir came out of the gravity room, Tudor and Sancho were in the gym.
“Oh my God, Vikir. Did you just set the gravity to 12 times and hold on? Is it possible to do that without raising mana?”
“You’re crazy. Even if I hit 1000 in three generations, this is impossible. Among my peers in the north, there was no warrior who could withstand 12 times the gravity with his bare body. What’s the secret? And if I set the gravity that high, won’t I lose muscle?”
Bikir just nodded, accepting the towel from Tudor and the protein supplement from Sancho.
said Tudor with a giggle.
“Grenouille’s son watched you withstand gravity and ran away at 10 times. It was thrilling, that unlucky bastard.”
Bikir, who has no great interest in the evaluations of those around him, just nods quietly this time.
at that time.
“Bikir! Is Bikir here?”
The gym door burst open and someone came in.
It was Bianca who rarely came here.
She turned her head to stare at Bikir among the surprised boys.
And I asked right away.
“mosquito!”
At Bianca’s cry, everyone in the gym tilts their heads.
Bianca cried out once more.
“Did you know about that mosquito?”
No one could understand why she, who had hardly ever talked to her, came and said such a thing.
Even Bikir himself.
“……?”
As Bikir tilted her head, Bianca shouted again in frustration.
“And again! Are you the one who was on the rooftop on the day of the freshman welcome? That rum smell!”
“Hey, stop and get out. This is the men’s area. Why don’t you go to the women’s area and come here?”
“Because you’re not interested!”
“Do you think someone is doing this because they’re interested in you? I heard you recently started a part-time job at a cafe?
“Why do you know that I started a part-time job at a cafe, you idiot?”
“Let’s restrain ourselves a bit. Sinclair started working part-time at a cafe, so I asked and heard?”
Tudor stops Bianca and sends him away with a wave of his hand.
Meanwhile, Sancho was watching the scene while sharing a protein supplement with Bikir.
“Bikir. Those guys. Don’t they look good together?”
At Sancho’s question, Bikir tilted his head.
“No. They look like enemies.”
“Is that so? But while we’re bickering, we’re always interested in each other, aren’t we?”
“Isn’t that because you don’t like it?”
“…Hmm. Is that so? But I keep getting a different feeling.”
Sancho was looking at Tudor and Bianca as they patted each other with a hearty smile.
‘He’s a friend with a subtle sense.’
Bikir put down the dumbbell he was holding and recalled the memories before returning.
Certainly, Tudor and Bianca will soon fall in love with each other.
Their love story, which had always been fighting since childhood, spread widely on the battlefield, and it was such a small topic that everyone knew except themselves and everyone cheered in unison.
However, after returning, there was no sign of it at all, so it was a question, but somehow it seemed to see something in the eyes of Sancho, who was close to Tudor.
‘but. I don’t feel very good about things like this.’
That moment when Bikir thought about this and that and took clothes out of the cabinet.
Bikir, who was wearing a
burr- shirt, suddenly felt a slight trembling in his left wrist.
I can see the young madam sitting on Vikir’s wrist and looking up this way with a sullen expression.
[Nuke-nuclear-]
The young madam was rubbing her stomach with her only two legs, perhaps because she was hungry.
It seemed that he had digested all the poison that Grenouille had sprayed.
“Just be patient. I’ll make sure you eat until you’re full during the practical test for the midterm tomorrow.”
Bikir patted the young madam on the head and said.
Now tomorrow, in just twelve hours, midterm exams will begin.
Before the demon hunt, Bikir was making plans for tomorrow.
Even if it was a disguised identity, as long as I was a student, the exam was important.
