Reincarnation’s Standard Episode 29
Reported breaking news in all sorts of newsletters.
-Death of Barnelli.
-6 Stars of the Mage Tower lose.
Since the 6 Magic Towers and the Red Fort were not far away, the news reached them within a few hours.
It is known that he overdid it while researching dark attribute mana and was swallowed up by the darkness.
-Nonsense.
Yulian sighed in despair.
His plans are ruined.
I chose concentrated investment rather than diversified investment.
Because it was judged that only then can meaningful results be produced.
In fact, from the point of view of ‘Ugly Vinchen’, this was the best.
‘Isn’t it the order and courtesy to mourn the death of the deceased first?’
-Do I look polite now? Does it look like we have a cobweb down our throat?
However, near the end of the newsletter of the will, there was also information about inheritance.
There was a will that left all of her magical research results and legacy to her only younger brother, Vargon.
The will was written 10 years ago and was notarized by the judge who contracted with Barnelli.
‘If it’s Vargon, isn’t it the same wizard?’
-huh? Iknow, right.
The Magic Tower side cut off most of the links with Vargon and erased the records.
Barnelli did the same.
– There was a younger brother who went missing a long time ago… It was only known that it was Kyung Vargon.
In fact, Yulian had never studied the character ‘Vargon’ in depth.
I only knew the name.
– I’ll do some research on him.
Even if the sky collapses, there is a hole through which it will rise.
The hole seemed to be visible to Yulian.
* * *
The day has passed.
Vinchen was given a white badge symbolizing ‘9th grade’.
Now, Vinchen is not 7th Prince Vinchen, but 9th grade cadet Vinchen.
Another day passed, and his lodgings were assigned.
It was a dormitory where 9th grade cadets lived together.
This dormitory was called the ‘9th grade dormitory’, and the room assigned to Vinchen was the 5th dormitory.
As soon as he entered, Vincen laughed.
‘Everyone is very nervous.’
It’s not like you’re nervous because of yourself.
From what I could see, it seemed that the ‘5th dormitory’ were novice cadets with the lowest rank among the 9th graders.
‘It reminds me of the old days.’
In the past, we had gathered like this for group training.
‘Since there are 6 rooms, the total number of 9th grade cadets is about 30.’
Most of them were around fourteen or fifteen.
There are 5 beds.
Everyone was sitting around the corner with a stern expression on their faces.
‘It’s not like I’m training.’
It wasn’t even sitting still and meditating.
I was just sitting and wasting time.
It was hard to find any vitality in their faces.
‘Everyone hardened.’
at that time.
5 Someone roughly opened the door to the dormitory and entered.
‘It’s a familiar face, but I don’t know who it is.’
As he entered, the other cadets jumped to their feet.
He stood at attention in a completely rigid posture.
That seemed polite here.
‘Julian. Is there such a code of etiquette in the rules of life here?’
-no.
So Vinchen just sat still and organized his luggage.
The person who opened the door was Adenka’s direct descendant.
Marlon Adenka, the 5th Prince of Adenca and one of the de facto leaders of the 9th grade cadets.
‘Who is he that makes me feel so dirty?’
-Your brother.
‘Your brother?’
-That bastard fed me shit.
‘why?’
– It’s a good day. And that bastard even broke my finger.
‘Why is that?’
-It’s a bad day.
I mean, there was no reason.
He was quite large compared to the other 9th grade cadets.
“It’s been a while, Vincen. Nice to meet you hehe.”
Vincen looked up at him.
Knowing his name and seeing him brought back some memories.
What Julian said was true.
I didn’t say it figuratively, I actually did it.
It reminded me of the scene where I giggled while watching it.
Vinchen frowned.
“Were we good friends? I don’t think I am.”
As if no one had predicted this situation, the atmosphere in the dormitory cooled down.
Everyone was rolling their frightened eyes here and there, hoping that sparks wouldn’t fly at them.
Vinchen took another drink there.
“I didn’t expect to see you here. My older brother still hasn’t gotten out of grade 9.”
“what?”
In Vinchen’s eyes, Marlon was nothing but a child.
‘It seems that not all of Adenka’s direct descendants are great.’
The body looked solid, but that was it.
He didn’t feel the warrior’s sharp prayer at all.
Through Vinchen’s eyes, Malone looked like a child who did not admit that he was a child.
– He was better than me.
So Marlon bullied Vincen.
Vinchen must be at the bottom so that he won’t collapse.
Because there must be someone lower.
“If you have time like this, practice a little more.”
Most of these places are fourteen and fifteen.
Marlon was sixteen years old.
While everyone else was promoted, Malone remained in Class 9 and became a Class 9 Tyrant.
“Late ninth grade.”
Marlon blushed.
He’s at least here.
In the 9th grade dormitory, he was one of the main characters and one of the two representative students.
“Sizen. come out.”
It was here that he wielded a mighty influence.
One of the cadets called out quickly moved to stand in front of Marlon.
“You haven’t trained the youngest yet?”
“I’m sorry. Still good…”
Pair!
Marlon slapped him across the cheek mercilessly.
Shizen’s cheeks swelled.
It was obviously absurd, but no one stopped Marlon.
Vinchen watched Marlon do it without any reaction.
Marlon has grown in spirit.
“Are you feeling a bit more aware of reality now?”
“…”
Marlon pushed Shizen roughly.
Shizen fell onto the bed and immediately stood up again.
Marlon came up to Vinchen and patted the ball.
“If you have a mouth, speak.”
While everyone held their breath, Vincen opened his mouth.
“word.”
“what?”
“Speak.”
Marlon clenched his teeth.
“Say it again.”
“Say it again.”
“Because this bastard wants to see you…!”
“How little do you want to dominate the students with violence?”
I had no intention of blaming Marlon alone.
The world of unmanned people is cruel.
The weak are trampled on.
That is the stark reality, and the one-armed Daven was trampled more thoroughly than anyone else.
The other cadets being treated like this by Malone is because they are weak.
‘however.’
Just because it was reality didn’t mean it was right.
This obviously wasn’t right.
He spoke to those who were terrified and silent.
“The only fear permitted to the unmanned is awe.”
All other fears must be overcome.
You must not give in to injustice.
Daven, a one-armed man, lived that way.
I decided to show it to them.
* * *
If you were to pick a leader for the 9th class cadets, everyone would pick two.
One is 16-year-old Malone.
Another was Selvira, who was fourteen.
Although she was not Adenka’s blood relative, she made the cadets her own force with her excellent skills based on her quick sword and her gentle tolerance.
It was also the most promising candidate for promotion to 8th grade.
She heard some pretty good things today.
“The only fear permitted to the unmanned is awe.”
Selvira stood outside the door of dormitory 5 and waited for Vinchen to speak.
Adenka’s representative ugliness.
A loser who failed more than Marlon.
Selvira knew Vinchen that way.
‘But it’s meaningless if it’s just words.’
nice words.
Anyone can say good things.
If you can’t bear the weight of the words, you’re just a talker.
If you are Adenka, you must prove your weight with actions, not words.
‘But…’
Her heart skipped a beat.
‘What is this light?’
She had one trait that others didn’t know about.
It was one of the rare characteristics, ‘eyes’.
It was a characteristic that was difficult to find in the families of warriors.
This ‘sight’ characteristic was expressed in various forms, most of which were expressed as colored light.
‘Now the dormitory door is closed.’
There was a light strong enough to leak through the closed door.
‘The color is red.’
She had never seen red before.
According to the records, ‘red’ meant that it possessed potential that could not be grasped by the ability of the current Perspective Attribute holder.
‘Potential that I can’t figure out.’
The potential may or may not be outstanding.
Anyway, the important thing was that he couldn’t grasp Vinchen with the power of his current ‘eyes’.
She took one step closer to the door.
* * *
‘Didn’t I say there were two representative students?’
-that’s right. One is Selvira.
Yulian understood and grasped many things without seeing.
-At this level of fuss, Selby will surely be at the door. Aiming for the timing to come in…
‘I know.’
-how?
‘I can feel the presence.’
I felt that he was watching me.
-is it so. what do you want to do Anyway, I think it would be better to use Selvira. Selby is a politically intelligent kid.
It is difficult to create a force with only excellent skills.
Building and forming forces.
to call those three.
That, too, was what the cadets wished for in the ‘Red Fortress’.
Selbyra faithfully directed that look.
-So, Selvira…
Julian decided to give up.
-Yes, what. I do whatever I want.
Julian had always theoretically calculated the rational procedure and the best result.
But Vinchen was not.
He thrust his fist into Marlon’s abdomen.
‘The fist is closer than the law, Julian.’
Everyone was surprised by Vincen’s sudden action.
Shizen swallowed.
What he had imagined thousands of times in his head, Vincen did himself.
‘You really hit it!’
And I imagined for a moment.
The thrilling imagination of Marlon getting hit by that fist and collapsing.
But that was just imagination.
I could see Marlon laughing.
“It’s itchy. Did you hit it now?”
Yes.
No one can subdue Malone by force, at least here in the 9th grade dormitory.
Shizen was seized by a deep sense of helplessness.
‘it’s over.’
Because he didn’t educate Vinchen properly – he didn’t have time to educate him – but it was obvious that he would be beaten again.
Marlon is a huge wall.
insurmountable.
Yulian was also a little taken aback.
-It’s okay… is it? I didn’t get hit at all.
‘of course. Because I did it on purpose.’
Didn’t put on any weight at all.
Didn’t even use mana.
The use of mana for violence within the dormitory is strictly prohibited.
Mana is a power designed to overcome physical limitations.
Without that power, physical superiority was strength.
Everyone except Vinchen thought so.
And Vincen touched it.
‘Isn’t that how you’ll be vigilant?’
Vinchen had a thick bone in dueling.
I saw the most efficient and fastest route to how to beat my opponent.
It was the body, not the head.
As Vinchen thought, Malone made a relaxed expression.
“You brought it on yourself first.”
Whoo-!
Marlon’s fist cut through the air.
