'Ah, play with manners, really.'
There is a painful (?) memory regarding choices.
As if in reaction, irritation surged up.
'Haa....'
It is meaningless.
Since there is no way for me to retreat anyway.
And if it's going to be shitty whether I accept it or not, isn't it better to accept it and have it be shitty?
'Take it. Even if you die, take it and die.'
[You have received a skill draw ticket.]
Look at this, a skill draw ticket?
It is in the process of gradually acquiring the elements of a shitty game step by step.
Not even a selection ticket, but a draw ticket.
Isn't this really too much?
It is a reward received for the achievement I accomplished, but to say I have to stake that result on luck, it is truly bleak beyond measure...
[New notification has arrived.]
[User 'EjaculationWithoutErection' has donated 1,000G.]
'Huh?'
The irritation felt until before melted away softly like a lie.
Donations are always thrilling!
However, at the same time, I recalled the market price of this shitty game and let out a sigh.
Because from next time, I need to have at least 5,000 Gold to be able to pick something.
Right now, converting it to points and raising stats is the best option... Wait a minute.
'If it's a luck-based shitty game, can't I just increase luck?'
Isn't it an amazing idea to destroy the shitty game!
Immediately exchanging the precious Gold donated just now into points, and adding the points gathered additionally until now, points capable of raising a total of 13 stats were created.
As I said before, one must invest at least 10 in a stat to feel the effect.
The donation at an amazing timing created a shred of possibility from something that was converging to zero.
I converted Gold to points and purchased all of the Luck stat.
Now, it is time to test my luck.
As I used the skill draw ticket, a roulette wheel filling the translucent window overwhelmed my vision.
With over a thousand slots roughly, there were copper-colored slots that looked crappy at a glance, silver slots and gold slots that were somewhat better.
And slots of colorful hues that looked like end-game bosses to anyone.
The slot I must aim for is clear.
It is aiming for that slot shining in various colors.
Of course, expectation is like that, but I am prepared to be grateful even if just a gold slot, no, a silver slot comes out.
'Please, just not a shit-colored slot!'
The roulette wheel started to spin with a heavy sound.
Whirr Whirr-!
As the speed gradually increased and all colors became one, creating a spectacular view.
[Luck is with you! The probability of higher grades increases!]
One star was added above the roulette wheel.
But this wasn't the end.
[Luck is with you! The probability of higher grades increases!]
[Luck is with you! The probability of higher grades increases!]
A total of three stars were added.
I couldn't help but have expectations at that flashy effect.
'Please, gold! Please!'
The speed of the roulette wheel gradually decreases.
Whirr....
The arrow was burning my insides at a place where shit-colored slots and gold slots were mixed appropriately.
Whirr, whirr....
Gold and copper are divided by just one slot.
It was moving perilously at the point crossing over from a copper slot to a gold slot.
'Don't stop there, just one slot, just one more slot....'
I hoped it would move just one more slot, even blowing wind in my mind, but,
Tuk-
'Ah, fuck....'
The roulette wheel stopped on a copper slot.
Bang!
I unknowingly slammed the desk hard.
"Uh, huh? Professor Lucas, what is the matter?"
I have no mind to answer.
How much I invested, but to think it's bronze, bronze!
The moment I thought that.
Crack-
Shatter!
Cracks occurred in the bronze slot and it exploded, then a brilliant purple light filled my vision.
Jackpot, it's a jackpot!
Jump!
I kicked the seat and stood up.
"N-No, Professor Lucas... What on earth...."
The professors who couldn't possibly know the reason asked dumbfounded, but there is no way to explain this joy and delight.
Too bad!
After agonizing over what excuse to give, I just decided to wrap it up 'like Lucas'.
"The interview is over. Is an explanation necessary?"
"N-No. Right, we were also thinking just that. Isn't that right, everyone?"
"Yees, th-that's right."
"We were just about to end the interview perfectly!"
As expected.
I told you the effect is instant.
As the atmosphere turned to ending the interview, I quickly left the seat.
I must verify it quickly.
Because if I verified it in a place with many people like that, I wouldn't be able to control myself regarding what kind of overreaction I might make again.
Arriving at the residence quickly with hurried steps and confirming no one was there, I opened the purple brilliant skill card.
Teaching and Learning Grow Together
Grants 'Mark – Disciple' to the target to whom teaching was bestowed, and can borrow the skills of the target granted with the mark.
However, upon using the skill, the mark is removed, and a new mark can be granted after a certain time.
※The mark is recognized even from before obtaining this skill.
The duration of skill copying is proportional to the target's favorability.
'Uh... Umm... Ah....'
Teaching and Learning Grow Together.
A four-character idiom meaning teaching and learning help each other grow.
So, it seems to mean I can use the skills of the kids I taught....
'It's a jackpot.'
This is a jackpot.
The only technique I can use is
So my bottom line is bound to be revealed someday, but if I use this skill, the story becomes different.
'But... duration is proportional to favorability?'
As expected of a shitty game, it's stained with favorability farming, this.
But so what!
The performance is considerable enough to have no complaints.
Furthermore, what is my job!
A professor, a professor.
And a professor of characters full of talent at that.
With one teaching, I can borrow all the skills of those talents.
How beautiful is this.
'By the way, this 'Mark' bothers me.'
I need to know the criteria of that mark to some extent to make a detailed plan.
There is nothing to refer to....
[Current targets granted with mark: 5]
Huh?
What is this, why are there already five?
[Mark – Disciple]
-Harriet Bloom
-Pekran Mora
-John Michern
-Aiden
-Thomas Baldwin
'Uh... Why are the professors here?'
These five were the 5 Combat Department professors who were proceeding with the interview together just a while ago.
Suddenly, the event from a while ago came to mind.
-Ailon has met the entrance age for Glasco.
Other conditions cannot, and should not, influence acceptance or rejection.
Actually, sharing a conversation with those five was almost the only thing, so other than that, there is nothing I can guess.
'So, you mean this degree is the standard for granting a mark?'
It is a generosity unlike a shitty game.
I got a feel for the standard, and what remains is the turn to test the skill.
I took off the uniform I wore for the interview, and... changed into another uniform.
My hands only go to uniforms, damn it.
***
"Is it true that these are the personnel Professor Lucas selected."
"That is correct."
Vice-Chancellor Ronald asked once again.
"Hmm... Right. I heard the story from the interview. They said he was more interested in the friend named Torres who came together than Jesse Athlon."
"Yes. I have no idea what he is thinking...."
The one who put his name first on Lucas's list was Torres.
Although it was full of applicants with overwhelming name value, Lucas's list only has unfamiliar names.
"And Ailon of the Dusk family, Magic Tower's successor Ruina Elaim... Hmm."
Ronald's voice reading the list one by one is full of doubt.
It is visible that he is suppressing it forcefully.
Because honestly, if Lucas hadn't picked them, names of those who would naturally have failed were packed densely.
At least Ruina is at a level that is understandable.
"I clearly gave Professor Lucas priority in selection."
"You did so."
"I also cannot gauge his intentions at all...."
Is he perhaps rebelling because he didn't like his proposal?
Such doubts also followed, but soon he realizes that cannot be the case.
In his judgment, Lucas is not such a narrow-minded man.
Furthermore, it's not like there are only incomprehensible names.
Since there was also the name of someone like Deyan of the last group who gave off quite a sharp impression.
However....
"Not picking Jesse Athlon is truly unexpected."
Although they said he showed no interest at the interview venue, he is the continent's greatest talent.
Still, I thought he would enter the list.
Ronald could not even gauge Lucas's intentions.
"How would an old man like me know the intentions of such a superhuman. Anyway, proposing a new class to him was to isolate his and His Majesty's influence from Glasco. Right, tell him to unfold his will."
The Vice-Chancellor's sanction fell.
***
"Top student, Jesse Athlon."
Spring was in full swing.
Glasco's new semester started, and it welcomed the freshmen.
The biggest event of the year, the entrance ceremony.
The protagonist there was decidedly Jesse Athlon.
Accepted with the highest score in the history of Glasco's Combat Department.
Actually, he would have received enough extra points just by being counted as the continent's greatest talent, but he proved himself without settling for that.
To such a him, the glory of top student was natural.
Jesse also accepted being top student naturally.
But what is important to him is not something like Glasco's top student.
Lucas.
It was only in his recognition.
His gaze sought Lucas.
On the platform where professors were seated.
Lucas, who was looking down while emitting the most intense presence even among them.
Jesse and Lucas's gazes met.
'Look, I proved myself. The only one qualified to learn from you is me.'
At this level, even Professor Lucas would have no choice but to acknowledge him.
However, that thought shattered into pieces as soon as the entrance ceremony ended.
***
"Why!"
Oh my, my ears hurt.
After the entrance ceremony ended, orientation.
My lecture—precisely, it was the seat to meet for the first time those who will become my meat shields and skill shuttles.
However, one uninvited guest came.
Jesse Athlon.
Glasco's top student recognized by me as a pet, and this year's protagonist.
Since his gut strength is solid, the sound rings loudly too, geez.
"Why did such a bastard receive your choice instead of me!"
The pet pointed at Torres and asked.
Not only that, as he looked around the lecture room, suspicion piled up even more in his eyes.
Well, it's understandable.
Starting from Torres who lived as his sandbag his whole life, to Ailon who has limbs that look like they would break if tapped.
And since it must be full of those who look far inferior to himself.
"It seems you found the wrong lecture room. Go."
"Please explain!"
I intended to chase him out quietly, but that pet guy is stubborn.
"I will explain simply. The reason you cannot enter my lecture is because you are weaker than those I chose."
And additionally, because you are scheduled to sell Glasco to the demons.
If I'm with you, I feel the remaining period of just over 30 months will decrease further.
"If you understood, get out."
"Weak? Me?"
Boom-!
Perhaps my eviction order didn't work, he drew his sword and infused energy.
Sharp aura stimulated my skin thrillingly.
"It's top student, top student. Glasco chose me as the top student."
"It does not fit my standards."
Swoosh-
He approaches slowly.
Scary.
"Stop there. If you come over further, you die."
Of course, me.
I feel like I'm going to die from fear even right now.
"I am going to show you. I will prove that I am much better than such bastards."
"Phew."
It seems unless I convince him, he will thrust that ominous object right under my nose.
I feel like strength will leave my legs.
I must stop him.
"Did you say you will prove it. Then I will let you prove it. Fight one of those I chose here and win. Then I will accept you into my lecture."
"One? Just? I can sweep away all the guys here."
"One person is enough."
I scanned through the talent-bugs selected by me.
There were those avoiding my gaze, but there were also those facing it straight rather.
It doesn't matter.
The opponent was decided anyway.
"Ailon."
At my nomination, Ailon smiled brightly and operated his wheelchair.
"Ha, you're telling me to fight such a retard now?"
"Why, do you think you will lose?"
"Are you kidding?!"
Whoa... I almost peed myself.
I calmly settled my mind and opened my mouth.
"The method is simple. regardless of means and methods, receive a declaration of defeat from the opponent."
"Uh, Professor! What do I do if he dies by chance?"
Ailon asked brightly.
"It is the defeat of the side that becomes unable to declare defeat."
You may kill him.
No, please kill him.
Since I want to clear away one obstacle while at it.
"You, will regret this."
Jesse spoke with an expression as if he would chew me up right away.
Well.
"Now, then, begin."
"Hua!"
Simultaneously with the start signal, Jesse raised his energy further.
The blue-edged sword energy seemed like it would tear apart space right away.
There seems to be not a shred of mercy in that sword energy.
However.
Wiing- Click Clack Clunk!
-Magic Cannon, Target On.
Biiing-!
Ailon's magic cannon actually tears people apart.