All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 2

2. I’ll Do It – 2

“What?”

“Or did Tribe say something like that? That I threw him out the window?”

Tribe was unconscious.

He was taken to the infirmary, but he probably hasn’t regained consciousness yet.

“No, but there’s circumstantial evidence…”

“Circumstantial evidence isn’t direct evidence, is it?”

Ian pointed to those watching from outside.

“Just because I’m hated by them, does that mean the instructor hates me too and doesn’t trust me?”

“Th, that’s…”

“That seems a bit contrary to the academy’s ideology. This Fredon Academy was established to commemorate the hero Fredon.”

What was the reason the hero defeated the Demon King and saved the continent?

He wanted to defeat the Demon King and achieve peace, and he said that if everyone trusted each other, the world would be peaceful.

“For an instructor at an academy established to commemorate Fredon to hate and distrust a student…”

Ian smiled softly, and Isaac gritted his teeth slightly.

“Isn’t this too much?”

“You…”

“Come when Tribe wakes up. Or bring evidence or witnesses that I did it.”

Ian took a step towards Isaac.

And looked up at him with eyes so blue they were almost ominous.

“If not, summon an instructor’s meeting right now and put me on trial. Well, get out. I’m tired and want to sleep.”

“…Tch.”

Isaac eventually clicked his tongue and stepped back.

And shouted at the students who were watching with interest.

“What are you looking at!!”

At his fierce shout, the students were surprised and returned to their rooms.

As Isaac was about to leave, Ian smirked.

“But Instructor.”

“What?”

“You’re worried about Tribe’s fall.”

And pointed to the bruises and bloodstains remaining on his face.

It was a wound that anyone could see was caused by being beaten.

“But you’re not interested in why I have these wounds.”

“…Rest.”

Isaac turned around and closed the door.

In the shabby room where only moonlight came in.

Ian erased the smile he had on his lips.

* * *

The next morning, the door opened.

“Ian!!”

At Isaac’s shout, Ian groggily got up.

Isaac strode towards him, as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet.

“Tribe woke up this morning and testified that you ambushed him and pushed him out the window. Well, do you have anything else to say now?”

“If I say no and Tribe says yes, we have to judge based on other witnesses and evidence.”

“Ha… are you going to keep acting like this until the end?”

Ian slowly got up from his seat and approached.

“Bring irrefutable evidence that I did it.”

Isaac’s eyes widened as he approached.

“About a month ago, when I was beaten by Rude, Tribe, and Ainkel and went to you… what did you say then?”

Ian had clearly said it.

That he was lynched by Rude’s gang behind the dormitory.

As Isaac recalled what he had said back then, Ian smiled brightly.

“You told me not to slander my classmates without solid evidence and witnesses, right? Of course, there was plenty of circumstantial evidence back then too.”

“…This is different from that.”

“You really liked evidence and witnesses back then… Anyway, I don’t see the difference. Or else.”

Ian spread his arms and said leisurely.

“Lock me in solitary confinement and hope I confess. You have the authority of the dormitory supervisor, don’t you?”

A student who causes trouble in the dormitory can be confined to an underground solitary cell for a month.

While confined, they cannot attend classes or receive proper training and cannot meet anyone except the supervisor.

The dormitory supervisor has the ultimate disciplinary power.

He was sneering directly at him, as if to say, ‘What else can you do?’

Isaac decided to accept that provocation.

Of course, there were plenty of ways to get through this without being locked in the underground solitary cell.

But in the meantime, the attention of Isaac and other instructors, Rude’s gang, and other *잡것들의* [miscellaneous trash] was a headache.

That’s why he deliberately provoked Isaac and chose to go to solitary confinement.

Ian came into the cramped underground solitary cell, looked around inside, and said.

“I needed to correct this dirty body anyway.”

“What skills can I learn with this body in this world?”

The owner of this body, Ian, wanted to become a hero.

Then I have to become a hero.

One of the prerequisites for becoming a hero is power.

A very powerful force that no one can dare to covet.

“There’s a precedent, so I have to strengthen this body itself in case. To do that…”

After thinking for a moment, Ian opened his mouth.

“It’s the Demonic Divine Art after all.”

The martial art possessed by the strongest warrior who mastered the truth of yin and yang, ruled the sky, and killed God.

If it’s that powerful force that only the chosen can have, it won’t be difficult to remodel this dirty body.

But no matter how strong a martial art is, it’s useless without internal energy.

Knowing that, Circe reported the problem.

There are many overlapping worldviews, but this one doesn’t overlap.

Ian thought about Circe’s report and chuckled.

Even so, there are plenty of ways.

“If you use the magic of the Sun and Moon Cult of the *무대륙* [Continent of Warriors], you can convert the energy of the sun and moon into internal energy. The sun is yang, the moon is yin. If you use this, you can replace the elixir. There are sun and moon cults here, right?”

Let’s use the energy contained in their relics and holy power to convert it into internal energy.

If it is the power derived from the process of harmony between two conflicting energies, you will be able to obtain the internal energy necessary for the Demonic Divine Art.

Circe quickly agreed with Ian’s words.

“This world uses Aura, right? Can Aura be replaced with internal energy?”

“Okay. Then let’s make this the basis. What’s next?”

“Keep going.”

In addition, there are craftsmanship, tanning, brewing, cooking, fishing, gathering, *언령* [spirit language], and other things.

Circe listed the worldviews that Ian had collected and the numerous technologies within them.

What is needed to become the hero that the owner of this body wanted is overwhelming power.

Then what to use was already decided.

“All of them.”

Circe, as always, answered politely to that answer.