First, a strange sensation, specifically vision, penetrates my consciousness.
My eyes, which were already good, became even brighter as if truly enhanced.
It's a strange sensation as if time is flowing slowly yet quickly.
To exaggerate, it feels like I can even see the flow of time.
If I focus a little, it was to the point where I could even see microorganisms floating in the air.
And most decisively-
"Kuh-!"
"Isn't it about time to stop following me."
I started to actually see the Secret Guard or whatever.
Rather than seeing an exact shape, I became able to perceive the presence.
But that wasn't important to me.
What's important is that I started perceiving the existence of the Secret Guard.
Until now they misunderstood it as a coincidence, but there is no guarantee it will be like that in the future too.
There was no law saying Romero won't keep attaching this Secret Guard, and who knows if my weakness might be exposed in front of them someday.
'That shouldn't happen.'
Grabbing the masked person's neck, I poured the muscle strength, which is one of this body's strengths, into my grip.
His complexion gradually turned pale.
Just at the point where I thought he might die like this, I threw him onto the floor and warned him.
"The warning ends here. Next time I kill you. Convey this to His Majesty too. I decline any further interest. If he wishes, I will visit him personally."
"Kuh, keugh. U, understood. Cough! I will... bear it in mind."
"Get lost."
The masked person disappeared blending into space just like when he appeared.
He truly disappeared.
"Haa."
As all tension released, I buried my body in the sofa again.
'...Did I mention the Gold Shop out of my mouth?'
Just in case I made a mistake.
I pondered carefully if I did any suspicious action talking to myself, but other than groaning in pain in my eyes after purchasing Vision Enhancement, I haven't particularly made a sound or done any suspicious action.
'It was good to buy
The item that was strangely bothersome.
Thanks to it, I could withdraw my foot to some extent from future crises too.
'Nice myself! Nice reader!'
It was truly a timely donation.
The value of 300G is considerable.
Naturally, expectation for the 900G
Even the 200G
"But, wait. Why isn't that Shadow guy coming?"
Romero clearly said he would send the 'Shadow' to Glasco too.
I thought it meant he would plug him in as a professor like me...
'Is that not it?'
Since Romero's 'sincerity' also seemed to be just enough for one person, me, it means I'm the last one he plugs in as a professor with a bribe.
'Don't tell me he's watching while hiding like that Secret Guard or whatever?'
I raised my eye power again, but there was nothing particularly strange.
Just in case, I waved my hand around and searched the inside of the residence meticulously, but nothing caught.
'What? Is it senility?'
Expressing condolences to the memory of the still young Romero, I squeezed my stiff eyes shut and headed to the bed.
Maybe because it was a series of tensions, the fatigue is considerable.
"Just lie down for a moment and check
Soft cushioning wrapped around my body, and there is no memory after that.
***
Huge flames, scattered bloodstains, faces groaning in pain.
There was nothing I could do watching those being slaughtered horribly.
It was stifling.
I wanted to break these shackles binding me.
-Do not forget.
A face covered in blood warned.
-Do not... forget.
How could I forget.
I will absolutely not forget.
A sharp sword was swung toward my neck.
***
"Gasp!"
Again.
Somehow I always wake up like this here.
Covered in cold sweat and even tears, it's a total mess, but I actually don't remember the dream content.
Seeing that it's like this every day, it seems to be quite a stimulating dream.
I am curious though.
Anyway, I think I said I'd rest for a moment, but I must have slept soundly for a few hours as the scenery outside the window changed.
Amazing, A(aeroc)-Mattress! I haven't slept properly since crossing over here, but I truly slept deeply.
Looking at the time, it's that time I always wake up.
5 AM.
Maybe it's not deep sleep.
I briefly took in the dawn air that I've become used to now, and immediately showered with warm water.
After washing up completely, now I have to choose clothes, have to choose...
'No, tracksuit! Tracksuit!!'
The next schedule is to use
Naturally, it is correct to choose a tracksuit with good activity.
However, that doesn't work.
Asking if I don't have a tracksuit?
I do.
There is a nice-looking tracksuit provided as basic by Glasco.
Even the design isn't bad.
But this body keeps reaching for the uniform as if rejecting my will.
'No, no, n, yes....'
Eventually, my will, conquered by the body, put on the tailored uniform.
'Hmm... not bad.'
The clinging texture isn't bad.
Seems they used high-quality fabric, no wonder the financial state is like that.
Anyway, dressed in the uniform, I headed to
The training center
But it is magically processed so it can accommodate all of the over a thousand Glasco faculty and students, and is a state-of-the-art facility that can implement not only personal spaces but also group spaces.
Of course, it boasts tremendous costs for installation and maintenance.
'No wonder the financial state is like that.'
Of course, this was also a setting I wrote.
They made considerable investment but were easily conquered, so be alert!
Was the purpose I used it for, but thinking about it now, I feel a bit sorry.
Because they are drying up financially.
Since it's a benefit I'm using now, I'll just keep my mouth shut.
Glasco is merely a fence protecting me in this chaotic worldview.
Of course, even that is until here is conquered.
At that time, I have to find a new fence.
Anyway, to not get kicked out of Glasco, I have to do the basics.
I want to keep sucking honey just with their misunderstanding, but being too complacent isn't good either.
Even if it's just
Also, since I don't know what will happen like with
-Please state information for identity verification.
"Professor Lucas of Combat Department."
-Welcome, Professor Lucas von Kraus.
With a light scan, my identity was verified and the entrance to
Entrusting my body to the waving space, I entered a training space just for me.
It feels like floating in pitch-black darkness.
On one side of the vision, the current time is displayed.
With this, timer, stopwatch, and alarm settings are possible.
"Start with Basic Training."
-Starting with 'Basic Training'.
Darkness retreated with a rustle, and a white and huge space revealed itself.
It's a good setting to grab the basic posture as I can check my appearance from all directions.
There are other settings besides this but... I don't particularly want to try them.
If it's according to the setting I wrote, virtual monsters and battlefields are implemented, but it's tremendously realistic so it seems too scary.
Since my purpose is checking
'By the way, how do I do this?'
First, I finished summoning and holding an iron sword, but I don't know what to do next.
Is it not automatically applied like
Just as that thought was about to occur, I saw a translucent me overlaid on my appearance seen in the mirroring system.
Holding hands above the head, or twisting arms to the left or right, or sometimes at the bottom.
Although I've never learned the sword, it was a posture just before swinging the sword by anyone's look.
'Is it telling me to... follow?'
It's implemented in this way.
First from the downward cut side which seems to be the most basic.
Actually, the others have arms bent a bit strangely, so it's the posture I chose because this looks most comfortable.
When I matched the posture exactly, the things in other directions disappeared and only one posture remained.
And then it started to move very slowly.
By feeling, it seemed to be telling me to follow the movement.
'Do I just... do this?'
It wasn't something that worked just by following blindly.
'Accurately'.
If the posture was even a little off, it went back to the beginning, and this was subtly nerve-wracking and annoying.
Stubbornness arose and I tried again and again, but since I've never learned the sword itself, I kept missing.
Eventually, irritation exploded and I threw the sword away.
"Screw it, I'm not doing it, fuck I'm not doing it!"
[Do you wish to give up? If you give up,
"What?"
A sound that makes eyes open wide.
How did I get this 900G!
I hurriedly picked up the iron sword again, and calmed down to grab the posture again.
Irritation and reason continued a tug-of-war, and after 1 hour and 32 minutes, I could barely manage to do it once.
Slash!
A clear and cheerful sound!
Unlike swinging recklessly before, a sharp sound was heard perhaps because I swung with a proper posture.
"I like it?"
[Proficiency of
Oh... welcome news.
Proficiency exists separately.
Then if proficiency piles up, it is natural logic that posture correction follows.
Then this process of suffering will decrease...
[Basic Swordsmanship – 0.0001%]
...It's a grind?
I should have noticed from the Cash Shop.
The root of this system was a shitty game.
***
'Ugh, fuck.'
Curses come out naturally.
Swinging once increased proficiency by exactly 0.0001%.
Just in case, I swung dozens of times so it is certain.
There's no giving more proficiency for critical or anything like that.
It's mercilessly 0.0001%.
I have to swing ten thousand times to become 1%.
Assuming I fill 100%, isn't the posture correction not posture correction but purely created by my effort?
They sell this kind of thing for 900G?
Regrets like 'Should have just bought
Still, the sensation of holding and swinging the sword is goo... d my ass.
Blisters formed on my hands and muscles all over my body tremble.
Soaked in sweat all over, unpleasantness flocked in again.
'Want a refund... want a truck protest....'
But let alone a refund, it's a level threatening to delete if I don't do it properly.
It's a bastard more vicious than K-Games.
'Thinking of the reader's support, I will suck the marrow out of 900G no matter what.'
But if I were a Korean with that much will, I would have already produced a hit work and lived loudly.
My resolution collapsed in 10 hours.
It was around when I swung exactly 99 times.
"Should I give up?"
The moment a thought truly like me was steaming up.
Still, 0.0099%, it was a figure somewhat disappointing and regrettable.
'Let's do just one more time and stop.'
Still, wouldn't it be beautiful to fill 100.
Lastly, I took the posture and raised the sword high.
Having done it about 99 times, I got used to it, so unless a muscle cramp came suddenly, the posture didn't get disordered.
Slash!
[Proficiency of
[Basic Swordsmanship – 0.01%]
[You have finished daily training. A reward is given.]
Did they say joy comes at the end of suffering.
Not only did my mood become comfortable at the perfectly falling number, but a reward was also given.
[Would you like to receive it?]
But now accompanied by a choice.