All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 1

Academy’s All-Master Player – Episode 1 (1/300)

First Story

1. I’ll Do It – 1

Death is stagnation.

It’s about stopping, maintaining the current state without gaining anything.

I hated that, so I chose.

To live an infinite life through continuous reincarnation.

The world’s collection rate has reached 100%.

A voice echoes in my mind as I continue my thoughts.

The man staring at the mountain moved his hand.

– Kwaaaang!!

With just that, the massive mountain crumbled.

As he changed the direction of his hand, a massive explosion occurred in the sky, which had been filled with dark clouds.

The heavy dark clouds disappeared, and the rain stopped.

Such strong power to collapse a mountain and change the weather.

Despite revealing absolute power, the man remained indifferent.

Soon after, he rose into the clear sky and looked around the world.

Now, in this world, there were only those who worshiped him and what belonged to him.

In this world where the collection of the world’s lore was complete.

There was no place his hand couldn’t reach.

“Circe.”

A being connected to the truth of the world, bringing all the information of that world.

It was a skill he created, a constant companion and supporter.

He spoke to Circe, a skill named after the ancient great witch, as usual.

“There’s nothing more to gain in this world now.”

All the skills of this world have been learned, and knowledge has been acquired to take the world into my hands.

So he said.

“Let’s end it here now.”

Circe, who had heard the words he always said when the end was near, immediately replied.

“Preparing for a new playthrough.”

Since rejecting death and choosing an infinite life, life for him was nothing more than a game.

As he nodded, Circe calmly asked.

“Should I search for a world that meets the conditions?”

“No. Gaining diversity through randomness is also important. Do it randomly.”

“Preparing for reincarnation for a new playthrough.”

As always, he closed his eyes.

The moment these eyes open.

With all the knowledge and secrets gained from this world in hand, I will start anew in a new world.

“Reincarnation complete.”

A blunt voice was heard, and when I opened my eyes.

“Starting connection to the truth.”

“Calculating the error rate between the possessed world and the current world.”

As always, Circe began preparing to connect to the world and grasp the truth.

Meanwhile, he read the memories of his current body and muttered briefly.

“Why does it seem like there isn’t much difference between here and the previous life?”

“Connection complete and error rate calculation finished.”

“The error rate is 7.34%.”

“At this rate, except for history, the laws for using power are almost the same… And it’s not reincarnation but possession…”

“Possession is also included in the random reincarnation set by the master.”

“I know.”

He looked around at his newly settled body.

A tall, thin body.

The pain and scars left here and there were clearly traces of being beaten by many.

“The current truth connection level is level 1.”

“Identification of the target’s name and status is possible.”

“Information from unsealed records can be viewed.”

“The connection level increases according to the master’s condition and world acquisition rate.”

As Circe reported, since the error rate of the world’s lore was not very high, the connection level would also increase quickly.

But he didn’t seem very satisfied.

“Prepare for a new playthrough?”

“At this error rate, there is no uniqueness to this world.”

And that was the same as having nothing to gain.

Isn’t that why he abandons the lives of countless absolutes and reincarnates into a new world every time because he hates that?

Normally, he would have chosen reincarnation the moment he saw this error rate.

But.

“This is bothering me…”

The memories of the possessed body were holding him back.

Ian Brandon.

The third son of Baron Brandon of the Scarlet Kingdom.

Moreover, the child of the second wife who died a long time ago.

From the moment his mother died, Ian’s family abused and tormented him.

It was a matter of course.

When he became an adult, he would have to be given even a tiny portion of the Brandon barony’s inheritance under the kingdom’s law.

Therefore, Ian’s family wanted him to die before he became an adult, or to leave on his own.

If that happened, they could save the inheritance and reduce the money spent on the academy’s tuition.

Even though his tuition was from the inheritance left by Ian’s birth mother.

The academy also disliked Ian.

He had a dream.

The possessed Ian Brandon admired heroes and wanted to become one.

“I read this body’s memories too.”

Without talent, he always tried hard.

But that effort was a nuisance to everyone.

It was hard to ignore someone who wasn’t good but showed passion, which made it even more troublesome.

Because taking care of him made it difficult to educate others, the academy also wanted Ian to disappear on his own.

Family, academy.

Ian was rejected by both worlds he belonged to.

In this world.

Not a single person wanted Ian to live.

And Ian himself knew that.

That memory.

The memory of a boy who dreamed of becoming a hero even while being hated by everyone.

It made the absolute being who traveled through countless worlds hesitate.

“It’s fascinating how much he’s rejected.”

“It certainly suits the master’s taste.”

It is natural for the living to die.

He was such a rebel that he dared to reject that natural order.

For him, who liked resisting pressure, Ian’s life, rejected by everyone, was quite attractive.

“Let’s get ready first.”

“Yes.”

He got up from his seat.

And calmly walked towards the lower-class dormitory of Fredon Academy.

“Shake off the dirt and come in!!”

It was obvious that he had been beaten up here and there, but the students in the dormitory did not show him any kindness or sympathy.

Everyone hates him.

His dull black hair too.

His deep blue eyes, so deep they were depressing.

And his haggard face too.

They were denying everything about the boy who wanted to become a hero and be recognized by everyone.

He walked, listening to everyone’s complaints.

He was criticized as he passed the first floor.

He was met with hostility as he passed the second floor.

He was ridiculed as he passed the third floor.

He was insulted as he passed the fourth floor.

He was ignored while passing all the floors.

In the end, no one said a kind word until he went up to the rooftop.

Therefore, the conflict disappeared.

It’s not easy to be born into the body of someone who is hated this much.

Then this must also be something special.

He glanced at the palm of his hand.

He could see the calluses that were evidence of his constant efforts despite despairing over his lack of talent.

That effort.

That resistance.

Ian, who didn’t give up even though everyone said it was impossible.

“I like it.”

No one in the world reached out to Ian.

But uniquely, just one.

A rebel who had tasted all the sweetness and bitterness of life.

Only the absolute being, who had even rejected death and turned life into a game, reached out to the boy who had dreamed of becoming a hero until the last moment of his life.

‘You wanted to become like Fredon Ivian, the hero who saved the world?’

He smiled.

“It’s also a heart-pounding story about a guy who gets beaten up every day rising to the top. I’m in the mood. Your dream. I’ll make it come true for you.”

After declaring, he paused for a moment and smiled bitterly.

“I don’t know if this will be a comfort to that guy.”

“If he knew the master’s heart, Ian Brandon would be happy.”

“Would he? Anyway, that’s what I’m going to do.”

The decision was made.

So Circe started preparing as usual.

“Canceling reincarnation.”

“Starting world collection.”

“Estimated completion time is 9 years and 3 months.”

“Too slow.”

“The deadline is shortened when the truth connection level increases.”

“Should we conduct a surrounding investigation?”

“Start.”

He opened the door to the rooftop and declared.

“From now on, I’m going to move in my own style.”

When he returned to his dormitory room, a boy lying on the bed got up.

“Hey. Go sleep outside. You stink.”

He didn’t even have a place to sleep, but he was told to go sleep outside.

The infinite reincarnator, or rather, Ian, who had decided to become Ian, stared intently at the boy lying down.

‘Certainly……’

Tribe Polbred. The second son of Baron Polbred of the Hatton Principality.

“Some of the marks left on the master’s body match his fists.”

To be in the same room as the guy who tormented him to the point of death.

And yet, he was admirable for resisting and living on.

‘I could kill all these guys and leave the academy, but……’

“It’s a slightly different method from the master’s.”

‘That’s true. It feels like running away. Since I need to prepare to build my body anyway… Okay.’

He quickly made a plan, recalling the school rules in this possessed body’s memory, and grinned.

“Hey. Can’t you hear me? Go sleep outside. Weren’t you beaten enough earlier…? Keueok!!”

“Using the Tongbeiquan of the Eastern Continent [a powerful fist technique].”

And after attacking Tribe’s abdomen, he opened the window.

“Keok! Cough! Heoeok… Ugh…!!”

Tribe couldn’t come to his senses as he was hit by Tongbeiquan, one of the martial arts that attacks the inside rather than the outside.

Ignoring Tribe, who was only groaning, he looked under the window.

“Survival probability upon falling is 67.4%.”

“If you calculate the trees in the flower bed, the probability will be even higher, right? If you’re unlucky, your neck will break and you’ll die instantly.”

Tribe’s life or death doesn’t have much meaning in the plan he made.

So Ian threw him out the window, who was in pain.

It was inevitable that there would be a commotion since someone suddenly fell.

Isaac Plank, the dormitory supervisor and lower-level instructor, headed to Tribe’s room, grinding his teeth.

The window was open, and only Ian was standing alone.

With just that, Isaac quickly grasped the situation and shouted roughly.

“Ian!!”

Hearing the shout filled with hostility, he checked his memories.

Isaac Plank.

One of the people who inflicted pain and despair on this possessed body.

The one who coldly rejected him when he asked for salvation.

Ian smiled at him.

“Using Demagoguery of the Olympiad [a high-level debate technique].”

One of the worldviews Ian possessed.

Demagoguery, one of the highest-level abilities in the Olympiad, a world where one’s value was proven through debate, unfolds.

As the debate technique that draws out the emotions of those around him and puts pressure on the opponent was unleashed, Isaac unknowingly flinched.

‘What is it?’

He tried to shout, but he unknowingly felt intimidated.

Words don’t come out easily.

While he hesitated, searching for something to say, Ian spoke leisurely.

“Why are you calling me? Instructor Isaac?”

“…Are you really Ian?”

That confidence and naturalness are strange.

It wasn’t the Ian who was always intimidated and cautious.

In vulgar terms, he wondered if that nerdy Ian was really him.

He unknowingly swallowed hard.

He was being overwhelmed by Ian’s indifferent gaze.

‘Why am I being…?’

Panicked, Isaac shook his head greatly and shouted.

“What’s going on!!”

Students who heard the commotion appeared.

As they glanced at him, Ian shrugged.

“He opened the window and jumped out on his own.”

“What?! Are you really saying that? Why would Tribe do that!”

“How would I know? Maybe he wanted to check if there were wings on the falling thing. Or maybe he was trying to put me in trouble by pretending I attacked him.”

Ian’s attitude was so calm that it seemed like that was really the case.

Isaac, who was momentarily speechless, closed his mouth, and Ian grumbled as if annoyed.

“There are so many eyes watching, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

“You……!”

“Instructor.”

Ian took a step towards Isaac.

Isaac unknowingly stepped back, overwhelmed by his unknown momentum.

And he was ashamed.

An ordinary student.

To be pushed back by the momentum of Ian, who was at the bottom of the class.

Just as he was about to step forward again, Ian opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it late?”