All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 21

21. What Can’t You Do? – 1

What is that monster?

How can he be so unaffected by the illusion created by the phantom demon Grimghal?

With a look of obvious bewilderment, he barely managed to open the secret door.

Reaching the center of the dungeon on the first floor, he staggered and leaned against the wall.

“Life… life force… Ugh….”

Life force continued to drain from his severed arm.

At this rate, he would die.

The life he had tried so hard to avoid losing, even stealing the life force of his own kind to maintain, was coming to an end.

“Life… I need life….”

He approached the elf and the young humans he had captured earlier.

He needed to absorb their life force to plan for the future.

He staggered, reaching out to the unconscious individuals.

“Va, Vampire….”

It was then.

-Stab!!

A sword blade emerged from his chest.

“Ugh… how… you… bastard… my immortality… this monstrous….”

“Who are you calling a monster? You, who devour your own kind.”

Ian lightly swung his sword at him, glaring.

-Thud!!

The mummy-like head rolled across the floor.

As if his remaining life force had run out, he could no longer move.

“But where is this place again?”

Just as Ian was about to approach the core,

A terrible malice and lunar energy emanated from the sword he held.

-Amazing….

A voice came from the sword he had just obtained.

-I am Grimghal, the one who embodies illusions… If you want power, make a contract with me… Wait, hold on! What are you doing?!

He was already thinking of provoking the demon again to increase the lunar energy.

But it came out on its own.

There was no reason to miss this opportunity.

Ignoring the demon who tempted him with a contract, he forcibly absorbed the lunar energy from the sword.

It was incomparably stronger than the little by little he had been receiving from the Sun Temple.

Unable to withstand the powerful suction, the sword eventually began to crack.

-S, stop!! Cease! Stop!! P, please stop….

The voice grew weaker as the lunar energy within the sword was absorbed.

Grimghal pleaded desperately, but Ian did not stop.

-Clang!!

Eventually, the sword shattered completely as the lunar energy was extracted, and the being inside disappeared.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art, which had been abnormally strong in Yang energy, achieved balance.

With that, Kirke’s Truth Access level also increased.

Now, he could obtain information that he couldn’t get due to insufficient level relatively easily.

In addition, the worldview collection rate also increased.

He gained a lot from exploring the dungeon once.

Ian put Myane in his pocket and grinned.

“If I do this a few more times, I’ll be completely transformed soon.”

“Yeah. Check if there’s anything decent. And….”

He glanced at those who had collapsed.

‘I should pass this cleanup to the guys who were slacking off.’

Ian picked up the core in the center of the dungeon.

With that, the magic power within the dungeon weakened.

Confirming that the dungeon exploration was over, he returned to where his party was.

* * *

His daughter, who had died two years ago, had come back to life.

There was a very sad event where his lovely daughter, calling him Dad, ran to him and hugged him.

“Is that all?”

“That is….”

Luthier hesitated.

The investigator asked him coldly.

“There’s something more, isn’t there?”

“…I don’t remember the details. However… I think my daughter wanted it.”

To stop those who were attacking her newly made friend.

That’s why he seemed to have used the wind spirit to stop them.

“I see. Understood. The disposition of this matter will be conveyed later.”

“…Understood.”

Luthier nodded heavily.

The adventurers’ guild investigators, leaving him looking tired, bowed to Valentine, who was waiting.

“I don’t know how our adventurers’ guild should apologize. We will organize the compensation and go directly to the academy to give it separately.”

“Yes.”

Valentine was relieved.

If things had gone wrong, the students who were with Luthier would have been killed or injured.

It was unfortunate that this happened, but it was fortunate that they only fainted.

“But what happened? Who was the owner of the dungeon?”

“As a result of the investigation, it was determined to be Bytle Regal, who disappeared from the Elf Forest two hundred years ago.”

Two hundred years ago, there was an elf who had an incurable disease.

A skilled magic swordsman, he resorted to black magic that stole the life force of others to avoid death.

“There is a sacred sword kept by the Order of the Moon. A powerful demon Grimghal, who controls illusions, was combined and sealed in that sword… Bytle stole it. After that, his whereabouts were unknown.”

But he didn’t know that he would create a dungeon like this and do this.

“I see….”

“Well. It seems that Grimghal went berserk and disappeared with the sword, and Bytle also died. It’s really fortunate.”

“Thanks to the instructor, nothing serious happened.”

At the words of the priest of the Order of the Moon and the employee of the Adventurers’ Guild, Valentine shook her head.

“I didn’t solve this problem.”

If not her, an instructor at the academy, then who solved this problem?

As they wondered, Valentine said proudly.

“A wonderful student at our academy solved this problem alone.”

* * *

“Then take your classes well. And if anyone needs sparring in preparation for the Hero Festival, come find me anytime.”

As Aranse left after the morning class, the students picked up their bags.

Among the students leaving for liberal arts classes or personal training, Ian smiled brightly, holding up the necklace around his neck.

After the dungeon exploration, Valentine made it public, saying that this matter could not be simply overlooked.

And the Order of the Moon, who came to investigate, told them the identity of the elf Ian had captured.

Bytle Regal.

A criminal who stole the Order of the Moon’s treasure and ran away.

The Order of the Moon thanked Ian for catching the enemy of the Order and gave him a sacred object, which was this necklace.

‘It’s not as good as that sword, but this is good too.’

While Ian was enjoying looking at the sacred object, Grazin in the front seat turned around.

“Are you perhaps a descendant of a hero? Something like that? No matter how I look at it, it’s amazing.”

The events that took place in the Bobild Dungeon were full of amazing things.

The most amazing of them all is Ian.

How on earth is he so strong?

That question was what everyone who heard the story was commonly thinking, not just Grazin.

“Descendant of a hero, my foot [nonsense]. Stop talking nonsense and find out about dungeons like the Bobild Dungeon. Let’s run them during vacation.”

He had left it to Kirke as well, but it was good to get information in various ways.

His level had risen, but he was still only level 2.

So Grazin might know something that Kirke didn’t know.

“Oh… yeah! Dungeon exploration is good!”

“And if you’re going to do it, it would be even better if it’s related to the Order of the Moon.”

“Okay. I’ll check it out.”

As Grazin nodded, Ian packed his bag to go to the liberal arts class.

At that time, Park Bare approached Ian.

“Hey, Ian. Someone outside is looking for you.”

Ian went outside, wondering.

Several students were standing outside the classroom.

“I’m Sodiz Leviretta from Class E. And this side is….”

He continued in a bright tone, as if he was about to introduce those behind him.

Ian stopped it by raising his hand.

“The introduction is done. You guys are the ones who went to the Bobild Dungeon, right? What’s going on?”

“I wanted to give you this as a token of appreciation.”

He opened the package he handed over.

Inside were well-made cookies and…

“I heard you like these kinds of sacred objects?”

There were three sacred objects, the same as the ones he received in exchange for the eyes of the Three-Eyed Troll.

“What’s all this for?”

Even as he said that, Ian slyly took the sacred objects.

“It’s not as precious as life. My uncle is a priest of the Sun Order. He heard the story and sent it.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

Sodiz smiled brightly as Ian seemed quite satisfied.

“And I’m going to invite you to our territory this vacation… would that be okay?”

“Is there a Temple of the Moon near your territory?”

“There isn’t.”

Then there’s no business to be done.

Instead of answering, Ian raised the package in his hand.

“I’ll eat well and use it well.”

“What? We’re more grateful. Then see you later.”

He obtained sacred objects that he didn’t even think of.

As Ian came in, Vala grabbed him.

“Ian. You applied for the smithing class, right? Let’s go together.”

“Okay.”

“But why did you apply for smithing?”

At Vala’s question, Ian held up the sword hanging on his waist.

“My sword is too bad, so I’m going to make one myself.”

“The sword you stole from Acewin?”

“Stole? I received it as a transfer. And this is worse than I thought.”

Of course, it was better than the one he bought in the village, but it wasn’t enough to withstand the Heavenly Demon Divine Art continuously.

In addition, his internal energy was balanced this time, allowing him to use stronger forms.

It was clear that this would break soon, so he thought it would be better to get a new one.

“Do you know how to make a sword?”

“When it comes to making things, I’m pretty good at it.”

Vala was impressed by Ian’s confident words.

“I heard you did really well in the Bobild Dungeon? What can’t you do?”

“Probably nothing?”

Vala was dumbfounded by his answer, but Ian just grinned.

* * *

Smithing refers to everything from making ingots from ore to making equipment from those ingots.

But how much can you teach and learn by teaching briefly at the academy?

That’s why the academy’s smithing only teaches the basics and equipment repair methods in the field.

“Let’s continue with what we did in the last class.”

As the dwarf standing in front of the large furnace spoke, the students took out the equipment they were repairing.

As they started working, the smithing instructor, the dwarf Scrandar, sighed.

‘This is no fun at all.’

He came from Dwarven City after receiving an invitation from the academy two years ago, but it was really no fun.

For a born craftsman like a dwarf, listening to the clumsy hammering of these brats was really hard labor.

-Clang!! Clang!! Clang!!

The sound that bothered his ears was heard.

There were students who were actually making equipment, not repairing it.

Scrandar shook his head as he looked at them.

Why is there a saying that there is a professional job [meaning some things are best left to professionals]?

There is a considerable difference between weapons made by properly trained blacksmiths and weapons made by these brats.

Even if they make seemingly plausible weapons, they will soon throw them away and get proper weapons.

But there’s no need to stop them if they want to do it.

‘There were guys like this every year.’

Still, he gave them points because he felt sorry for what they made, but these guys would be similar to them.

Of course, that’s not a bad thing.

Once you make a weapon, you’ll know how to handle it.

That’s why Scrandar explained with all his heart.

“Fierd Steel is made by refining iron from iron ore and including other ingredients….”

-Clang!

“……reinforce…….”

-Clang! Clang! Clang!

At that time, a clear sound was heard.

A sound similar to the hammering of the Dwarven City Great Chief, a sound so beautiful that even he could hardly imitate it, was being heard.

Was it a coincidence?

Did he hear it wrong?

Scrandar swallowed dryly without realizing it.

-Clang!! Claang!! Clang!!

No.

He didn’t hear it wrong.

He looked with trembling eyes at the place where the sound was ringing.

There, a black-haired student he had never seen before was moving the hammer with an indifferent expression.