Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

22. I will become the professor’s slave!!!

That’s what words mean.

It has no form and does not even contain any mana, but words sometimes erode the entire space it spreads out and permeate deeply.

The chair professors who were offered a bet showed different reactions.

“It is unacceptable to bet on the honorable seat professor position bestowed by the goddess with stakes! If you are a man, compete with your body!”

The lion beast was furious and showed off his muscular body, emitting heat.

“What did you say, Ji quit? He even said he would hit 20 out of thousands, but that’s not possible! Accept whatever….”

“My baby, wait a minute.”

The human woman read through her list and then raised her mouth.

“Brother, slave trader, I refuse.”

“Ha? What are you doing mum A slave trader refuses to go out on her feet? Probabilistically….”

“I don’t play games unless I have to win. I’ll get the list instead, okay?”

The woman ran her upper lip and shook her list.

“Use as you like.”

I looked at them for a moment, then turned and left the reception room.

The reaction was as expected.

I was a little sorry because I felt like I had taken candy away from the children.

***

“Hey lady, what are you thinking? Why strike a candle when you can kick out the slave trader who is dishonoring the chair professor?”

“The probability is lower than I thought. Look at the roster.”

Halfling, Pelia, received a list from the human, Mulan, and checked the names and specifications of 20 applicants. Band, the lioness, was also interested.

“Huh. Do you have kids like this? It will be fun this year.”

“Ha ha! I think it would be worthwhile to teach. When this applicant comes up, I will take him from the Coffin of Fire!”

“I am with him. Huhu, it feels like looking at the menu at a high-end restaurant.”

“Huh? What, aren’t twenty people all?”

As Felia turned the page, there were more pages after her directory.

“As expected of a lowly slave trader! To include the other people who were selected as candidates!”

They have never left the academy from the time they entered the school to the time they became professors.

They only care about knowledge, skills, and studies.

Geniuses who have no interest in politics, information, or what goes on in the world are just blind to the idea of finding their own competent students.

‘hahahaha, you’re plotting something. Professor Pedia.’

On the other hand, only the president, who felt something from Wicker’s attitude, leisurely watched the chair professors.

***

As I left the reception room and walked down the hallway, Sersi with a bunch of papers started talking to me.

“Professor, the guards posted a report!”

It was a report that all the applicants I mentioned passed the checkpoint without any problems.

They originally had no problems with their personality or abilities, but this was a measure taken in case their position was unfairly restricted.

“I checked the professor’s list. With that level of talent, all of them might really pass the Opticoolum!”

“Have you checked the power supply?”

“Yes. The owner of the mark of the brave, the prodigy of the mage tower for the first time in a thousand years, all of them were no joke. Did the negotiations with the other chair professors go well?”

The entrance exam is a competition for students, but it is also a competition for me and other chair professors.

However, since the interview is last, and I am in charge of a low-rated land, I am at a disadvantage in bringing in the applicants I want.

So Sersi came up with an idea to raise the odds by tricking the other chair professors.

It was an insidious plan to get them to pick lesser applicants.

It’s a good idea, but I gave it a little variation.

“As expected. They read the whole list too.”

“Yes? Read?”

I handed them a list of people with excellent specs, not lesser applicants.

Just not a list of students I really want, but a list of bombs that should never enter.

In that list, students with good specs who passed the 3rd round in the original work were written down.

However, including the main characters in the original work, there were a lot of villains who would later cause accidents at the academy.

In other words, it is a bright apricot.

Even if they were villains, the really dangerous ones were excluded. They intend to make sure that they do not get accepted into any dorms.

“Those chair professors will also roll their eyes when they see the specs in the roster. Moreover, if we confirm that all 20 people have passed the 3rd round, they will definitely try to take you.”

“Eh… ? Wouldn’t that mean all the excellent students were taken away?”

“Please, I only wrote down the people I want to take away. By increasing the number of candidates pretending to be candidates to 60.”

From the beginning, my purpose was not to establish a bet.

All I had to do was pass them the list pretending to be real.

There’s no way anyone would accept a questionable bet offered by a slave trader.

But I was a little surprised to see that halfling was serious about fighting.

How young your mental age is. Yellow, black, white, it wasn’t like that at that age.

“Oh, then the probability that the students you really want will come to us will increase, right?”

“Yes. I can dispose of the bombs and hide the jewels, so there’s only profit.”

“As expected, he is a professor!”

I don’t need the original characters. Since the goal of subjugating the demon lord is gone, it is difficult to motivate them to grow.

More than anything else, they have different personalities. No matter how talented you are, it doesn’t matter if your personality is messed up.

Rather than courting them, I plan to receive the extras I selected from the wiki based on my personality and will through actual interviews.

The first test has begun. The content is simple. To find out if you have the minimum ‘qualifications’, you just need to pass through the huge arched middle gate beyond the main gate.

Those who lack the qualifications to enter the academy in the first place are filtered out here and cannot enter.

More than 90% of the people have already been denied entry and returned.

Next, the second test was scored. Dalian is the flower of the academy exam.

Since there are still many applicants, we checked through the magic mirror for 4 groups of 8 people at a time.

“That applicant is a martial artist, but is he one-armed? Your will is great.”

A girl dressed in an old martial arts outfit that seemed to have just landed was in a martial arts pose. She looked like an ordinary citizen, but as Sersi said, her left arm was missing.

“No matter how much I wanted to enter the academy, it was impossible. The opponent looks strong too….”

“Exactly the talent I was looking for.”

“Yes? Professor, no matter what, the target is Opticoolum. The risk seems high….”

“hahahaha, take a good look, Sersi.”

“Eh….”

As the sparring begins, the martial arts girl steps on with graceful footwork.

Dalian When the opponent digs into the gap on the left, which is a weak point that cannot be defended, the attack is deflected as if an invisible barrier has been created.

As I rushed like a marlin and thrust my right fist into the opponent’s stomach, the opponent gasped and passed out.

“Wow.”

Ignoring Sersi who was startled, I wrote on the scoring sheet without hesitation.

Perfect score.

I re-read the item I marked on the wiki.

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Equipment/Arm Armor/Legendary/Invisibility Toshi

1. Outline

A piece of armor that makes the worn arm transparent. Since the entity disappears, the enemy cannot touch the arm of the wearer, but the wearer can defend against attacks or strike enemies intact, so it is evaluated as a considerable fraudulent item.

2. Specifications

Arm Armor / Legendary

Armor +12

Strength +5

Stamina +10

Martial skills +1

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The Mutuga girl shouted as she joined her palms together with one hand.

“The small person is one-armed, but has two warm hearts. Thank you for the good couples, warriors of the West!”

Looking at her, her Sersi asked her me.

“Western Warriors? Is that applicant from the East?”

Of course not.

He’s a concept freak.

In the second test that lasted all day, 300 people survived, and they prepared for the third test the next day.

The 3rd test was a simple survival in the mountains. It was a long test that took an entire day to reach the goal by passing through the monsters.

All applicants gritted their teeth and did their best. Of course, no one wants to come this far and go home.

Whether you fully demonstrated your skills, or whether it was unfair or pleasant luck, someone will laugh and someone will cry.

Everyone must have prepared to the limit for today.

I applauded their desperate efforts.

At the end, 103 finalists were born, and the time for the final interview approached.

All the 3rd passers go through interviews with four chair professors and select the dormitory they want to go to. If you are not selected for the dormitory you want, you will be eliminated.

It must mean that you seriously think about your aptitude and future.

Though the meaning has already declined only because chair professors gave a word in advance.

Then I use it as I like.

The last day.

Third successful applicants will be interviewed in the order of water, fire, wind, and land according to last year’s dormitory ranking.

In other words, the students who come to me have already completed interviews with three other chair professors.

There can be no student who dares to come to the coffin of the earth, so I select 20 out of 43, not 103.

But the bombing over there has been completed and there is a high probability that all 16 people I want will remain, so I only need to guess about 5 or 6 more.

I waited for applicants at the interview with Sersi. The first order was a one-armed martial artist girl whom I had my eye on.

She bowed with the palm of her hand, placing her right hand upright on her stomach in moderation.

“Hao, Shifu!”

“Passed.”

“Yes?!”

Mysterious eastern martial arts concept Chung’s face was perplexed.

Do it in moderation. Because I don’t have the energy to adapt to the situation.

“If you hear it, go out. The next applicant is waiting.”

“Uh… pass? No, heck Did you say you passed the major? Sifu of the West!”

“Get out.”

“Neng.”

Concept was so confused that he scratched his head and left.

As confirmed by Wiki, her skill, talent, and fighting spirit are certain. The previous dorms probably didn’t pick her because they thought she was a one-armed person.

Besides that.

“What… just now… What did you say to this old man… Professor… ~~??”

“You pass.”

A 20-year-old swordsman whose body grew old while using the time stop ability.

“How about… Bhm… Another dormitory… Of… professor… scary but… Here… I want to work hard… Thought… do….”

“What do you mean by that? Pass.”

Something like a stuttering magician with communism.

“hahahaha, since I had to feed my family from a young age, I couldn’t get a job other than

“hahahaha. If you pick me up, I will study hard!”

Sixteen students with both ability and determination, who had been eliminated from other dormitories based on appearance or name tags, were accepted.

The rest were chosen by balancing will and personality.

Those who had already been selected for other dormitories tried to sway in the interview because they didn’t need the coffin of the earth.

If there were any signs of that, I kicked them out first. Among them, the original protagonist and several heroines were included.

“Damn it, all that’s left is the earth coffin. Professor, no. Are you a professor? What is written on the nameplate? Tsk, I’m a wizard who has reached the 3rd tier anyway. Do you know? I’ll go to the earth coffin, so treat me like that….”

“Go away. Is the life of the eardrum too precious to listen to your bullsh*t?”

I didn’t even need the trash that made fun of the earth coffin, so I cut it right away.

“Pass, pass?! Really?! My God, I’m going to be a student of Caseus! Professor, I will serve you for the rest of my life! I will become a slave! Can’t you? Then I will graduate and become a graduate student!!”

On the other hand, there were students clinging to the crotch of their pants while being overly thrilled, so it was quite fun.

However, no matter how desperate you are, you dare to say that you will become a graduate student.

You’re in big trouble now.

After the final interview, 20 successful applicants gathered in front of me.

One-armed, old-legged, porters and clowns with name tags, and outwardly, there was no such thing as a ragtag.

“Me, professor. Are you really okay… ?”

Sersi turned to me and asked with a worried expression.

I answered immediately.

“Perfect.”