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'What is this?'
A sudden notification bomb filled my field of vision.
"A thousand Gold, recommendations, and why are there so many comments?"
As I focused my mind a little, the content of the comments became visible.
-Hey! Lucas! Can't you do it?!
-Yachu King Lucas [shivering sounds]
-Holding my breath until R-18 comes out.
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It seems the readers are misunderstanding.
Even looking like this, I am a body that has no need to buy such things.
A man has pride.
I only bought it to see how much it increases per 1 stat point.
Since things like Strength or Agility cannot be measured intuitively....
Ahem, ahem.
Anyway, points have been newly created.
I should decide how to use this after checking the size.
Above all, the thing that bothers me most was exactly that donation.
"A thousand Gold...."
This is the second time.
Not 100 Gold, but a whopping thousand Gold.
Leaving aside the situation I am in, an overwhelming gratitude was felt.
I feel like I can feel their support.
Although the usage of recommendations, favorites, comments, and donations are different, aren't they all things I need to survive?
I pledged to survive as long as possible, if only for their support.
'Gold Shop.'
I intend to examine what I can buy.
Of course, not now, but things I can buy later.
Since what I can buy right now would only be show-off muscles, hair removal, or bad breath removal.
'Huh?'
A little while ago, because of the existence of the Point category, one thing appeared that I hadn't noticed.
'Currency Exchange....'
To think there would really be a currency exchange function.
Looking at it roughly, exchanging Points to Gold is impossible, but exchanging Gold to Points is possible.
The ratio is an ambiguous 10:1, 1 Point per 10 Gold, which is vague to curse at.
'Then, including what I was just donated, I can make 177 Points by simple calculation.'
Including the 13 newly increased favorites and the remaining 2 Points, combined it is 177 Points, and I can raise 17 stats.
Of course, I won't do the crazy act of exchanging it for Points right away.
Analysis comes first.
'I will use it gratefully, reader.'
I will absolutely not use it in vain places.
[You have purchased Length Increase +1.]
This is, to the end, only to find out the exact numerical value.
Ahem.
***
Time flowed quickly and before I knew it, the interview day dawned.
The points gathered so far alone are 122.
Adding the additionally received donations to this, I could make around 450 Points.
The rise in stats wasn't that dramatic.
It was to the extent that I felt a distinct effect would be revealed only if I spent 10 points, that is, about 100 Points.
So my conclusion was that investing in one go would see a bigger effect rather than investing trivially.
The problem is that I am ridiculously weak.
Even if I pour all those Points in, I am weaker than the brats who came to enroll now.
However, when first appearing before them, I had to leave a strong impression.
I had to overwhelm them in some way.
So my choice was-
[You have purchased Presence +45.]
The stat that can be the greatest synergy to Lucas's character setting.
I chose Presence.
***
"Interview applicants, please gather this way!"
"Applicants for the Magic Department are here!"
The day of Glasco's interview exam.
It is full of crowds, enough to fill the gigantic grounds of Glasco.
The teaching assistants of each department guided the applicants, making every effort so the personnel could find their way properly.
However, there was one affiliation that had absolutely no need for that.
"Umm...."
"I expected it, but it's overwhelming."
"To think all those many people gathered because of Professor Lucas...."
That was exactly the Combat Department.
Traditionally, Glasco's Combat Department could be said to have lower prestige compared to other departments.
But this year is different.
Because Professor Lucas's new class is newly opening.
Although it belongs to the Combat Department, it takes a completely independent curriculum.
Above all, the reason this lecture receives attention was naturally the point that the professor in charge is Lucas, the Hero of the Eastern Front who made the continent noisy.
In reality, more than 80% of the Combat Department applicants gathered here are applicants gathered because of Lucas's lecture.
Since one side is overwhelmingly numerous, it reached a level of creating a new order.
Their aspects were also unusual.
Not to mention those who looked like they could use some strength just at a glance, there were active duties who already started to make their names known in the continent, and the continent's greatest genius also existed.
Since this many talents of this level are gathered like this, it is a matter of course to feel somewhat intimidated.
The gazes of ordinary applicants kept heading towards that side.
Containing admiration or jealousy.
"Excuse me, you have to fill this out. Stop looking over there."
"Yes? Yes! I apologize."
"....I understand."
If not for the teaching assistants' urging mixed with annoyance, they would have continued to watch absentmindedly.
"So, here...."
"Uh, uh uh?"
However, an existence appeared that grabbed even such teaching assistants' gazes at once.
"It's Professor Lucas!"
"Hero of the Eastern Front!"
Lucas von Kraus.
It was the appearance of a man who overwhelmed everyone's gazes just by his appearance.
Zing-
It is an intense presence strong enough to make the whole body tingle.
Before long, his mouth opened.
"....Come in when you are ready."
Leaving a short and bold phrase, he turned around without lingering attachment just like that.
In that appearance, the aspect of 'Hero of the Eastern Front' seemed to be properly revealed.
Thump-
Thump-
Is the fiercely beating heartbeat one's own?
No.
It is not just oneself.
It was everyone's who reacted to his appearance.
An existence that makes hearts beat just by appearing.
An overwhelming strongman is something like that.
The applicants gathered in an orderly manner behind the spot he left.
***
'Is this enough to leave a proper first impression?'
I almost died from nervousness.
It was to the extent that even the sound of my heart beating went intact into the amplification magic tool I attached just in case my voice wouldn't be heard.
Fortunately, it seemed there was no one who noticed.
Because words came out short due to nervousness… No, is it thanks to that?
Much more personnel than my expectation flocked in.
And to these eyes, how strong they are, and also what tremendous potential they possessed was intuitively 'seen.'
It is the effect of
Those superior to others were emitting light, and especially the existence scattering light so bright it was blinding remained in my mind the most.
'Now, shall we try enjoying a draw game with 100% probability.'
Here, there are documents with the interview applicants' information written and eyes obtained through
With the combination of these two, a draw that can absolutely never fail begins.
It is a golden opportunity to counterattack this shitty game.
'Even you wouldn't be able to do anything about this.'
Those who will become my meat shields from now on.
"Come in."
The full-scale interview began.
***
"Wow, look over there! Isn't it amazing?"
"Yes, Young Master. It is amazing."
"Lenol! What is that?"
"That is, Young Master...."
Amidst the atmosphere where everyone was nervous, there were those with a background that completely did not match the surroundings.
One person was riding a wheelchair with a skinny body, and one person was answering the boy's questions sincerely while using polite honorifics consistently to such a boy.
An appearance as if they came to play at an amusement park.
But their attire is unusual.
First, the wheelchair alone was an expensive product with the logo of Dust Industries clearly stamped, and the attire of the one appearing to be a servant was also wrapped in luxury goods.
It is clear they came from a family with quite some money.
Enough to plaster even a servant with luxury goods.
Even in a place like this, there are bound to be those whose eyes roll when seeing attire of that sort.
Those jackal-like people approached the two.
"You must be enjoying your outing."
"Shall we guide you? I am well-versed in this place, Glasco."
It was a proposal full of intent.
The one pushing the wheelchair sighed quietly.
"You do not need to do that. The interview will start soon anyway. Do not do this. It is for the sake of you two."
"Lenol, isn't there quite some time left? I want to look around a bit more!"
"Young Master....Ha...."
Those sparkling eyes.
It is an expression that comes out when curiosity reaches its peak.
If he makes such an expression, you can consider it hopeless for him to stop him.
"Yees.... Let's go."
The servant turned the wheelchair powerlessly.
The two jackals giggled, thinking what a windfall this was.
'Tsk.'
There are a few facts they overlooked.
Why would someone wearing attire screaming 'I am from a family with quite some money anyone can see!' and coming to a crowded place without a single bodyguard attached?
Why was the frail-looking himself attending to this precious body alone?
....The correct answer is because there is no need to.
Today, two of Glasco's interview personnel were disqualified.
***
"Group A, 1st team, please enter."
There were so many people that it didn't end with A-Z groups, but within that, we had to divide them into 10 teams of 10 people each.
You might think the more candidates the better, but considering that the successful applicants are practically decided anyway, and the rest have to go through the interview as a formality, it is rather a terrible thing.
Since it is a seat to pick not only my meat shields but the entire freshmen of the Combat Department.
Harriet and the Combat Department professors poured out questions ceaselessly to distinguish the gems.
I only checked separately looking at the documents and the potential seen with my eyes.
"Do you not have anything to ask?"
"...."
Right, keeping my mouth too shut is also off-putting.
But there isn't really anything to ask.... Let's see, a suitable question....
"Have you ever killed a person?"
"Yes? Th-That is...."
At my question, the applicant became flustered and started to stutter.
Oh dear, was I too mischievous?
I just asked because his impression looked like he would have really dipped a person.
Contrary to his appearance, it seems he was a truly innocent friend; he stammered at my question and then exited while shedding tears like chicken droppings.
Embarrassing, this.
The aspect of the interviews after that was similar.
I squeezed out questions forcefully, and the applicants who received those questions were flustered.
"I think you do not necessarily need to ask questions."
As the situation became like this, a situation was produced where the professors rather blocked my questions.
For me, it was comfortable.
Since I just have to scan through and pick out only the essence.
Like that, the interview was flowing toward the middle.
"Finally."
The professors' mouths opened simultaneously.
Of course, including me who waited for this team.
"It seems Professor Lucas also waited for that friend."
"Well, of course. I suspect he might be this year's greatest prospect."
"Because we didn't know Jesse, called the continent's greatest prodigy, would come to our Glasco."
Ah, Jesse Athlon.
Ermel's treasure or whatever?
"Well."
If it were me, I would absolutely not pick him.
"Hmm? Then are you saying you didn't wait for Jesse?"
Of course.
Rather, I would drop him if I dropped him; he is absolutely not a guy worth waiting for.
That guy, he sold Glasco to the demons.... So, he's a guy like Yi Wan-yong.
Since he's Athlon (A-Teul-Lon), maybe Pet?
The side I waited for is rather the other side.
"Group K, 8th team, please enter."
Ah, he comes in.
An existence appearing while wrapped in radiance visible only to me simultaneously with his entrance.
The pet guy next to him is also wrapped in unusual radiance, but it cannot compare to him.
"Torres."
My eyes guarantee, he is this year's greatest talent of Glasco.