Episode 322 Underdogma (2)
Colosseo Academy’s third-year student vice-president’s dogma.
…No, Dogma, the leader of the Commoners faction.
He climbed the roots of the Naraksu with a long straw obtained from the random box.
He sucked out the sap from the depths with a straw and poured it into the bottle he had brought with him.
As they descend from the root of Naraksu, loud cheers from other commoner students follow.
Dogma poured the sap from the bottle into a drinking water container made with rainwater.
“It’s watery, but we should share it with everyone, right?”
All the other students smiled brightly and nodded at Dogma’s words with a grin.
However, the warm atmosphere is that of the common people. It was completely their own.
Superfluous people who can’t share even a single bit of warmth even though they’re right next to them.
They are the ones who were nobility not too long ago.
Chained up like slaves, they crawl on the ground, guarding the bonfire from which they pick up cuts and scavenging the ashes around them.
They were triplets.
Hivero Les Baskervilles. Middle Bro Les Baskervilles. Low Bro Les Baskervilles.
The trident of the Baskervilles was here.
“…”
“…”
“…”
All three clearly show signs of being severely beaten.
The shadow of dogma fell in front of the triplets who worked silently.
“Hey. Do you guys want to eat this too?”
Dogma shook the bottle containing the water-diluted sap once.
“Then crawl over here like a dog.”
Dogma sits on a rotten log and snaps her fingers.
Hivero was the first to fall to the floor.
And the Koopa Koopa crawls to the feet of Dogma.
Pug-
Dogma kicked Hive in the face.
“Why? Are you feeling bad because you’ve been kicked by a commoner you’ve been looking at like a bug?”
“…”
“You guys were lucky enough to be born in the Baskervilles. You must have enjoyed a comfortable and comfortable life while eating good things and wearing good things, right?”
“…”
“But not me. I was born to parents without money and no power, and I’ve lived my whole life like a tenacious person. I’ve had bad luck.”
“…”
“But from the moment I entered the tower, that luck became clear. After the guys next to me died, I dropped these things. What is it?”
After speaking, Dogma put a round marble between her fingers and rolled it.
red. It was a strange candy that raised the strength stat.
“It’s like entering the tower that gave me luck that I didn’t have when I was born. I became stronger by eating the candy that my friends dropped when they died. I was born anew in this tower. Thanks to that, I’m painfully aware that the beginning is so important. I realized.”
After that, Dogma, who became a little bit stronger than the students around him, tried frantically not to lose that slight advantage in the beginning.
Any visible candy was taken away unconditionally. Later, he spearheaded the conflict in exchange for a small share of candy from the commoners who had a crush on the nobles.
As a result of creating and dissolving several groups like that, he had overwhelming power.
“You nobles have always sucked our blood, so you should be prepared for this much.”
Dogma kept kicking Hivero in the head and sides.
“Did you ask me to fetch water every time?”
“…”
“Did you ask me to borrow your textbook and gym clothes?”
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“Did you copy the assignment every time? Even submitted it before me and accused me of plagiarism. Thanks to that, my freshman year was the worst. No one sat next to me on field trips, and no one gave me genealogy during exams. I didn’t show it. Everyone around me only noticed.
Dogma is in the 3rd year. Hivero wasn’t even at Colosseo Academy when he was a freshman, but nobody took issue with that. Because that is not the essence.
“Gordon… I should have met that bastard in this tower. But he’s an idiot who has nothing except for meeting his parents well, so he must have already lost his way to hellhounds and daylilies. Haha-
” voice resounds vividly.
‘Wow- Dogma! You draw very well! who drew this? Oh, Dolores? hey! Dolores! look at this! He said he drew you! I guess you like it! Attention all motivators! Our friend Dogma is making a big announcement right now! Well, he drew Dolores…! Wow, this face is similar, but the body is a bit different from reality. Aren’t certain parts exaggerated? Ahh- It’s a bit of a reflection of my personal taste… Huh? hey what why are you angry why are you soochromatic It’s a joke. What about the atmosphere? Why do you make people with bad motives just by playing a joke?’
Moment.
…Kwajik!
Dogma’s eyes were bloodshot.
He has the ability and the ambition. It was worth the effort.
However, because of the luck that was not born, I always lived in suppression.
But you don’t have to do that in this tower.
Slaves, commoners, bastards, and illegitimate children. Everyone is given an equal chance.
The poverty and incompetence of hated parents no longer hold back.
I studied hard for the exam, but I will never be pushed back sexually by a son from a rich family who stabbed a professor, and I will never be pushed back in a practical evaluation by a son from a shaman family who has a body coated with all sorts of nutrients in health food every time.
It will no longer be the case that the achievements made with blood and sweat will be treated as worthless just because they were pushed out of the arrangement of only a few numbers with low rankings.
I am rewarded fairly as much as I put in all my effort.
A world where a little bit of effort is a punishment, and a world where even a little bit of effort can be rewarded.
what a wonderful world this is
‘Rather, the world of demons is much fairer. This is right for me.’
Dogma cheered at the current reality and trembled slightly.
at that time.
The rumbling
sound in his stomach caught his attention.
Of course, it wasn’t the sound from Dogma’s stomach.
There was a noise coming from Hivero’s ship. It was only natural that I hadn’t had a sip of water for over three days already.
Dogma said with a grin.
“Hey. If you want to eat this, lie down flatter and pray.”
Hivero then slammed his head on the floor without saying anything.
“more.”
At Dogma’s words, Hivero bowed his head even deeper.
To the point where my forehead was buried under the sand.
OK.
“Two-”
Dogma spat at the sap in the bottle.
And I looked back and smiled.
“Friends. My friends here say they’re hungry too, so let’s help each other with a bit of sincerity.”
“Oh? Good!”
Then, the commoner group of students gathered.
More than twenty people spit into the bottle.
“I’ll give you something good of mine. Kaak-tup!”
“Keuuhuhuh! Gweyep-”
“It’s so generous. Hey. There won’t be any left over. Haha- Tweet!”
“Tweet! Tweet!”
As dozens of saliva are added to the canned sap from the roots of Naraksu, bubbles bubble up.
“Eat to eat. Trash.”
Dogma put it on the ground and walked away laughing.
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Hive Bro Middle Bro Low Bro sat down with a glass bottle between them.
“……Damn it. Do I have to go this far? To eat something like this? I’d rather die. I’ll die and share my stats with my brothers. Then at least one of his wrists can be cut off.”
A boiling sound came out of Loubro’s mouth.
Middle Bro didn’t say anything either, but seemed to agree with his younger brother.
but.
“…”
Hivero just silently grabbed the bottle’s spout.
yet.
Gulp-gulp-gulp-
Hivero drank exactly one-third before setting the bottle down.
Middle Bro and Low Bro looked at each other with their eyes wide open, and Hive Bro replied calmly.
“What do you think I hit on the head for?”
A chillingly cold voice.
Hivero was looking at his younger siblings with a bleak gaze.
“When you die, it’s over.”
“…”
“A hero risking his life for his pride is an illusion created by his inferiors. The real heroes who left their names in history laughed and endured humiliation in the present to seize the opportunity.”
Warring States period.
Before the continent was unified into one, there were many great men who left their names in history in the whirlwind of war in which hundreds of countries emerged and perished every day.
Among them, those whose private life was not so honorable were strong and strong.
This father, who crawled under the crotch of mere vagrants to catch the enemy off guard, who sold himself to an old indigo rich man to make funds for the righteous army. As soldiers, they ate the feces of their enemies, looked after their health, and looked for opportunities to assassinate them.
As a result of their willingness to endure humiliation, they became great heroes who left their names in history.
“Revenge is said to be a fruit that is eaten chilled. It’s not too late to do it later.”
Middle Bro and Low Bro nodded at Hivero’s words.
“…I wish it hadn’t discriminated against or harassed commoners in the first place.”
“What did we do? Others did it. And we had a really rough childhood. I don’t even know how many of my brothers died.”
Middle Bro and Low Bro swallowed all the sap with much more saliva.
I had to eat these things to live.
“…I think this is better than the haggis I used to eat at home.”
“Hmm. I agree with you on that point.”
“me too.”
Right then.
“…… I can’t do it either.”
An eerie voice came from behind.
Where the triplets turned their heads, they saw the underdog, who had thought they had returned, looking down at them with bloodshot eyes.
“I came just in case, but I didn’t know you could really eat it.”
“…”
“You guys are a dangerous race. You know how to endure the present for the sake of the future…”
Underdog is also a smart man. He is a dog-jong from a humble background who even served as the vice president of the student council.
So I know even better.
‘There are good things from good origin, even poisonous? It can’t be! Poison is the exclusive property of underdogs like me! Why do you guys even have this! You guys already have it all! At least get fat and be stupid! Only then can I despise you guys and have the upper hand even mentally!’
Several thoughts ran through Dogma’s head.
Moment.
“……!”
Dogma’s eyes met Hive’s.
Hivero’s eyes were not on Dogma.
Eyes that look farther and far higher. What is it?
A big business? great destiny? Something sublime that even the commoner himself, born with the burden of an aristocrat, does not know of its existence?
dream level. dimension of measure. strength of guts. The level of looking at the present and drawing the future is different.
Dogma felt it in Hivero’s gaze as he was about to die.
And once again struggled.
‘They’re trash with nothing but innate luck!’
But he himself was well aware of it.
He treated the achievements of aristocrats as mere innate luck and underestimated them, but rather sent a reverse-discriminatory look at them.
Also, even in the tower, some aristocrats showed personality, generosity, courage, discernment, pride, etc… As for the inherited intangible assets, stats couldn’t help it.
‘From here on, our aristocrats and barons are in charge.’
‘You guys avoid it. Those who are even a little stronger should stand in the forefront.’
‘The weak run away! It’s dog death! I’ll show you what noblesse oblige is!’
‘……Avoid everyone while I’m praying!’
Some familiar voices heard in Dogma’s ears as he ran away from Hellhound and the Daylily of the Blood Tree.
“…No. It can’t be. This world is perfectly fair. I will be compensated for everything.”
Dogma drew a well-forged longsword from her waist.
It had the momentum to cut down the triplets at any moment.
Seeing the murderous tip of the knife, Hivero shrugged as if he couldn’t help it.
“It can’t be helped. Two of us have no choice but to die and give the stats to one person.”
“……It has to be.”
“……It has to be.”
In the end, the opinions of the triplets came together as one after a long time.
Right then.
“Hey! What are you!?”
A piercing cry came through the pile of rotting brush.
It was the sound of the guys who went to scoop the sap.
“Whoever drank the sap at will!”
“It was our turn this time!”
“Someone who came from somewhere to eat is stealing our food!”
Sap is the island’s only food and resource. Touching it is the biggest taboo.
Even Dogma hurriedly turned and ran away.
and soon.
“……!”
“……!”
“……!”
The triplets of the Baskervilles could only keep their eyes wide open.
familiar face. Even though he’s a half-brother, he’s the master he decided to follow for the rest of his life. Whether it’s level, stats, or nabal, the human itself is a strong being.
“……What about the rest of the survivors?”
Bikir appeared.
