The Academy’s Time Limit in a Novel Written by a Friend

6 – Episode 6 Exciting Secret Friend.(3)

How should I describe this feeling?

The feeling of being able to easily reach an area that was blocked by a wall and could not be reached no matter how hard one tried.

The principle of movement that I couldn’t understand was understood at once, and the energy in my body that had not moved no matter what I tried moved freely.

A kind of omnipotent feeling as if he could do anything dominated his whole body.

The goblin’s crude poison moved the energy inside the body and burned it.

That didn’t matter to him anymore.

Now, for a moment, I was stepping into the same realm as the friend I longed for.

Even if not hundreds, but thousands of goblins flocked to him, he could not be an opponent to himself now.

It was only when he reached the point where he could fully handle his body in the true sense of the word that he could understand how to swing a fist.

I clenched my fist lightly.

There was no need to exert too much force.

Natural body.

I stretched out my fist straight toward the group of small demons that were charging at me.

Concise but strong.

It was a blow that was faithful to the basics.

Faang.

The punch that he uttered cut through the air with the most beautiful sound among all the fists he had swung throughout his life.

That blow had enough power to annihilate all the goblins.

She was blankly looking at the traces of her fists she had made.

The sense of omnipotence that enveloped his whole body gradually disappeared.

Although that sense of omnipotence had disappeared, only the sensation of the fist thrown out was still deeply embedded in his brain.

She suddenly understood why his talent was graded A.

The power to show the next step regardless of the opponent’s level? If it weren’t for the side effects, it would have been insufficient even with S rank talent.

Wait a minute.

After thinking that far, she was able to recall the situation just before.

He used the ability on himself.

In other words, it meant that I used up the Seoncheonjingi again.

I hurriedly turned around to see him rolling on the floor vomiting blood.

*

Fuck.

Initiation.

It hurts so much!

I got a little better than before, but in the end, the pain was the same.

At least last time I couldn’t even struggle because I was afraid of getting sick, but this time I don’t think I’m going to fall behind with the recoil I struggled with?

Perhaps the total amount of souls has increased, but it seems to be a reaction to using the ability again in a state that has not fully recovered.

I’m not kidding, if I used my ability again without Resurrection, I would have died…?

“Are you okay!?”

“Huh…!”

This time, though, it hurts a little less than the last time, and I was able to endure it a little thanks to the fact that I was prepared to be sick in the first place.

“It’s not okay.”

But that doesn’t mean it’s okay.

“Ugh…!”

Blood spurted out of his throat again.

“What can I do…!”

The saint’s will is moved by your good deeds.

Increases recovery.

What?

I thought I had to wear it because it was a ring, but it seemed to be effective just by wearing it.

The will of the saint.

It is an artifact that gives a stronger buff to the wearer, a good person, and a necessary buff whenever a good deed is performed.

Perhaps I decided that it was a good deed for me to make a strong helper for the main character and to solve her complex.

This guy thinks I’m not a very nice person, but the effect was minimal, but it seemed to be enough to straighten out the twisted inside.

I finally felt like I was going to live a little longer.

“I’m fine now.”

“It can’t be.”

She said she was okay because she was really feeling better, but she glared at me with a face of disbelief.

Well, I don’t think even I would believe it if the girl who was vomiting her blood while rolling suddenly said, “I’m fine now.”

But it’s pretty, so it’s not that scary.

It’s pretty, but it’s really pretty.

Isn’t it a lie that a crying face is pretty?

Even in this world where there are relatively many good men and women, she must be quite special.

.

“Why did you do that?”

“What is it?”

“You should have run away. Did she return because there was no exit over there?”

“No? There was an exit, but how can I just leave it there?”

I know why she is doing this to me, but now is the time for her to pretend.

Why? My professor Cathy knows I’m a prospective academy cadet and knows the penalty for my abilities.

On the other hand, to me she thought she was Professor Cathy.

What I was aiming for was image making using this difference in information.

“It’s okay. I get tired for a while when I use my ability, but I recover quickly.”

Yes, I was a naive young man now hiding the side effects of my powers and returning to help people.

Already aware of the side effects of my ability, her expression twisted, but she couldn’t say anything to me.

She’ll want to hide the fact that she knew me and approached me, unless she was going to reveal that she was being followed in the first place.

In the first place, for someone like her, it is more effective to take a sneaky approach like this rather than deliberately showing off her balls and putting pressure on her.

“That’s… Whoa. I’ll get it right now.”

As I expected, she nodded her head feeling a little guilty.

Ah, I was going to get up, but I stumbled as if my body had not fully recovered.

It ended up being like being embraced by her professor’s soft arms, but instead of being shy, she sent her eyes full of concern.

If you look at me with that kind of eye, my conscience is a bit pricked, right?

The time when I really felt like I was going to die has passed, and I’m going to get a bit healthier from now on, so you don’t have to worry about it that far.

“Excuse me, could you help me?”

But that’s it, and it’s right to use what’s available.

“Yes, don’t worry. You will be able to leave.”

Now I’m starting to look at myself with the eyes of a terminally ill person.

…Was it too much?

*

She forcibly sent the boy who said she would just go back to the emergency room, and after paying the bill, Cathy returned to the office of the chairman.

“Ah, are you here? So, what kind of student was Kang So-hyun?”

“Good boy.”

Hmm?

The chairman tilted her head.

First, it was because she always sticks to her honorifics even when asked to speak comfortably, knowing full well that letting go of her words is a cute protest that she is dissatisfied with something. Because it was a little different.

She decided to ask the more curious ones first.

Since the other person put her words first, she herself is also a suitable friend.

“Why? What are you sad about me for?”

“Leave him alone.”

“That kid? Kang So-hyun? What happened to you two?”

Cathy decided to be honest about her work with the dungeon.

She thought it would be better to tell her before it gets complicated because she will figure it out anyway if she decides to investigate.

“Aha, for some reason I thought you had risen to a level in just a few hours, but that happened?”

Chairman smiled, rejoicing that his premonition was correct.

In the world, the power to raise an A-rank hero to the level of S-rank, even if temporarily. Judging from Cassie’s appearance, the power disappeared, but the realization did not seem to disappear completely.

Perhaps, if he could use his ability well, he might be able to intentionally increase his S rank.

“No. Don’t take your eyes off it.”

“Hmm?”

But why is my young lady so picky?

“I told you. He’s such a nice kid, he was able to run away from the dungeon, but he came back and used his abilities on me. This is the kid who pretended not to be sick with a smile even though he knew he was going to die. You can’t ask someone like that to spend her short lifespan.”

“Well?”

Rather, the fact that the chairman used his abilities after returning was a bit suspicious.

Her own cutie friend Cassie tends to see people too bright and beautiful in the first place.

On the other hand, the chairman, who has been living for a long time, has increased doubts.

Of course, if it’s a leap, it’s a leap, but what if he had information about the dungeon from the beginning and used the cache?

Or what if it was the reward from the dungeon while he disappeared for a while?

Above all, I was very concerned about his background.

A sickly body, a good temper, and even a near-death crisis.

“Is it because you look like your brother?”

For a moment, Cathy’s expression hardened a little.

I thought it was a little better now, but it seemed that talking about her dead brother was still taboo.

“Yeah, I didn’t even think about it, but it seems to be a bit similar. Nice and weak.”

‘Oh, did I go too far?’

Cathy is what he told her to do, but how did she know he was going to take advantage of her by pinching her cock?

From a common sense point of view, it made no sense.

In the first place, the investigation on him was almost finished, but there was no information that he was that intelligent, and there didn’t seem to be any secrets about his birth or growth.

Your sense is on the right side, but it’s not accurate.

Perhaps the resemblance to him is just a coincidence.

She turned around, feeling sorry for Cathy.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I don’t want to see a prospective cadet from the academy die while using their powers.”

Fortunately, Cathy’s expression soon eased up.

“You promised?”

“Well?”

“Hey…!”

It’s okay to promise this much, but being sorry means being sorry, and Cathy likes teasing, so you end up teasing her.

Still, it’s her own friend’s request, so even if she looks funny, Jiang Su-hyun shouldn’t touch it as much as possible.

Chairman thought so and lightly patted the cute friend’s head.

*

Oh my God.

How soft are hospital beds?

Is this possible?

I think I’ve heard at the hospital that using a mattress that’s too soft can cause secondary damage, but that doesn’t seem to apply to the world in the novel.

Or it could just be because I went through an exaggerated hospitalization procedure even though I had no trauma.

I looked at the ring that could be considered a harvest today as I rolled it on my hand.

“Performance sure.”

It is said that it increases the healing power, and the internal injuries as well as the minor wounds from climbing the mountain are almost gone.

Since the recovery of the congenital jingi is steadily being carried out, wouldn’t it be possible to recover from a super wretched body starting tomorrow?

“That’s really fucking hopeful.”

I had to enter an academy full of young and inexperienced superhumans right away next month, but the fact that I was tall didn’t come very pleasantly.

“Insurance is a bit uneasy with only Professor Cathy.”

Well, this kind of anxiety left me, but for now, I did a good job putting the first button on.

Where is it that at least the death toll has disappeared?

There’s no such thing as meddling with the settings, and this is a huge success.

-Confirm the circumstances in which a certain character intervened in the story by stealing the talent.

Oh shit. Yes. If you say something like this on the website, it’s a flag.

-However, it was confirmed that the role had little influence on the main story.

-This time, I will attach it to Buddhist texts.

“Thank you so much. Okay.”

To be honest, I didn’t have the confidence to survive when the hospital suddenly collapsed and a dungeon appeared.

-Yes, thank you always.

…?

What is it? Damn, did you make a joke?

I waited and waited to see if there was anything else, but nothing else came back.

Stars. Crazy.

-Titling ttiring.

“Hmm?”

Until Professor Cathy, the person who put me in the hospital, forcibly found it and entered her number, the smart phone I didn’t even know existed began to cry with a basic tone.

Well, did I say everything is given to you when you become an academy cadet?

I wondered if Cassie had called to see if she was okay, but it was an unknown number.

[I heard you were hospitalized?]

A woman? It’s an unknown voice.

I’m sure there are fewer voices I know, but at least I haven’t heard them.

“Who are you?”

[…]

The opponent over the smartphone didn’t say anything for a long time as if he was dumbfounded, but soon replied in a slightly angry voice.

[Now you’re going to treat me like a complete stranger, right?]

Who the fuck are you?

[Okay. You wouldn’t even want to hear my regards, but I contacted you for nothing. Sorry.]

She said that and hung up on her.

“…No, is it so wrong to ask who Shiba is?”

Maybe you don’t know.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

I am very tired today.

No matter what you do in earnest, you can start tomorrow.

I lay down on the bed, hoping that the performance of the Resurrection would meet my expectations.

…If at this time.

If she had known the identity of the caller, she would have apologized for just calling.

It was a bit more in the future that I had such regrets.