Chapter 51: The Price of Complacency
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Chapter 51: The Price of Complacency
The Price of Complacency
Although I became a Professor thanks to the Second Prince, in reality, I was more interested in thefeast after ancestral rites, so to speak. It meant I was more filled with the thoughts of playing TRPG with the students than teaching them.
That was why the first class was so important.
Countermeasures to Illusion Magic was a mandatory subject, a core class, so students had to it even if they disliked it. But Otherworld Exploration (Actually TRPG) was an elective, thus requiring the students registration. Showing off an impressive display in a core course would surely draw students to the Otherworld Exploration lecture.
I wanted to take them on a full tour of an otherworld experience, but
That was too much. There were limits to my abilities.
I was a man who had not yet reached Metamorphosis. Casting Illusion Magic on all students, burning with youth and ambition, was far beyond my mana capabilities. I heard there were already students who had broken through Metamorphosis, and while I might be able to bury myself into their psyche one-on-one, it was not easy to display detail when it was one against many.
Unless all the Academy students laid down in the Simulation Magic Circle without resistance, you know? Basically, it meant it was impossible.
So, if I couldnt achieve it with ability, I just had to win with presentation and flair.
That was the reason why I was wandering the Academy. I believed that there must be some material here that could make my first class a cost-effective success.
The Academy had more to see than I thought.
The lecture facility area was filled with various equipment for Professors lectures. There were tall towers that would hurt ones neck just to look up at, as well as some kinda huge Dinosaur1This references Tyrants in Last Origin (the game). Also, in Korea, they use King Dragon/King Dinosaur as a meme to mock dinosaurs. Golems. My Simulation Unit No. 2 was also scheduled to be placed in this area.
I asked Pink-Haired Lesbian, who was hanging onto my arm with her own arms folded.
Isnt there something?
What do you mean?
How should I conduct the first class? Do you have any ideas?
Pink-Haired Lesbian spoke with her fist raised.
Fight one-on-one with a student. Pick a boastful, arrogant one and say if they can even scratch your collar, they will get the highest grade.
And if I lose?
You can hand in your resignation.
The risk when losing was high, but it was a method worth considering. After all, it was only right to confront the boss of the enemies first. If I hunted the leader among the students, wouldnt the lower ranks naturally respect me?
When I gave her a thumbs-up as a reward for her good idea, Pink-Haired Lesbian leaned against me even further. Her watermelon pressed softly against my forearm. I spoke cautiously.
Dont lean your weight on me. Its touching.
What do you mean?
When she looked up at me, as if asking what she had done so wrong, I averted my gaze.
Lately, Pink-Haired Lesbian seemed to have gone a bit crazy. Since entering the Academy, she had shown someslightly different behavior from before. After all, when we were burying a Demonic Sword in the ground, didnt she appeal to me in a fairlystrong manner? A bit too strong for a joke, right?
WCPT2What is the color of your panties today? was practically a morning greeting so that was whatever, but werent these kinds of appeals slightly different?
If I had, well.saved Pink-Haired Lesbians life or bought her a necklace with research funds, I might have mistakenly thought she liked me. But none of such events had happened.
I decided to ask bluntly.
Havent you been a bit too close lately?
I know Im a very attractive and charming woman, but arent you being a bit too conscious?
Im serious. Youre really close.
Yes, I see youre the type to think about marriage after just holding hands. Are two children okay with you?
So, lets make a light frontal breakthrough for these stalkers. Whatever the accusation. Even if they asked me if I hid this or that. Whatever it was. I just needed to play dumb and drag out time for a few days. A problem that would solve itself with time. If it was an ordinary student, I could even use my authority as a Professor.
But among those stalking us, there was one person who stood out.
Hey, Pink-Haired Lesbian. Look at that.
Oooh.
We admired in unison. It was because we witnessed an outfit that practically fostered faith to grow in us.
The cleavage was fully exposed, and when worn, it clung to the skin so tightly one would wonder how it was worn in the first place. Furthermore, it had a side slit drawn all the way up to the belly button line, something resembling a Priests robe.
After even witnessing black lace panties, I couldnt help but give a standing ovation internally. But it seemed Pink-Haired Lesbians admiration had a slightly different meaning behind it.
Its the Saintess.
What?
Yes, surprisingly, it is the Saintess. I heard she was famous for her liberal attire, but she truly is living up to that reputation.
Could it be that the Saint part in her title actually refers to something different?
Was it a universal order in an otherworld for Saintesses to wear suchdangerous outfits? In the midst of being distracted, Pink-Haired Lesbian and I simultaneously noticed the Demonic Sword hanging on the Saintesss waist and fell into silence.
It was indeed the Demonic Sword we had buried in the dead of night.
.
.
I didnt even have the thesis or the directive right now, though.
Pink-Haired Lesbian couldnt hold back and made a jab.
We shouldve buried it after the directive arrived, aint that right?
If we waited until the directive arrived, the Academy would have already started! Also, realistically, how many students would actually wander around at night.! It was right to hide it when there were no people around!
But we got caught.
No, what in the world? Wasnt the Academys Saintess famous for not doing any work?! Wasnt she known as a homebody who hardly steps outside the building?! Who would dig up a Demonic Sword buried in the ground and present it to the Saintess?!
But you never know, right? Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe the Saintesss path just happened to intersect with ours and she had business elsewhere. So, we tried to sneakily turn the corner, but the Saintess headed straight towards us. She indeed had business with us.
Lets make a run for it.
Let us run.
Lets go into hiding. We werent going to be dragged to the Church of the Goddesss basement. There would be no evidence that we manufactured and concealed the Demonic Sword. It wasnt like there were CCTVs in the medieval era.
Even if there were, as long as the thesis and the directive arrived, we could guard against any accusations. We just needed to hold out for a few days. It was all about buying time.
I immediately climbed onto Pink-Haired Lesbian in a piggy-back. I compensated for my lack of mobility in what Id call Voltron mode. As soon as I made unusual actions, the three people stalking us seemed to notice the weird atmosphere and each showed a nimble response.
Pink-Haired Lesbian started to sprint. The three stalkers ran as well. What seemed like independent actions earlier now appeared as a coordinated effort to close in on us. Were they in league with the Saintess?!
I had to live. I cast Illusion Magic.
Illusion Swamp!
1
This references Tyrants in Last Origin (the game). Also, in Korea, they use King Dragon/King Dinosaur as a meme to mock dinosaurs.
2
What is the color of your panties today?
3
Made in China reference
/genesisforsaken
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Chapter 51: The Price of Complacency
The Price of Complacency
Although I became a Professor thanks to the Second Prince, in reality, I was more interested in thefeast after ancestral rites, so to speak. It meant I was more filled with the thoughts of playing TRPG with the students than teaching them.
That was why the first class was so important.
Countermeasures to Illusion Magic was a mandatory subject, a core class, so students had to it even if they disliked it. But Otherworld Exploration (Actually TRPG) was an elective, thus requiring the students registration. Showing off an impressive display in a core course would surely draw students to the Otherworld Exploration lecture.
I wanted to take them on a full tour of an otherworld experience, but
That was too much. There were limits to my abilities.
I was a man who had not yet reached Metamorphosis. Casting Illusion Magic on all students, burning with youth and ambition, was far beyond my mana capabilities. I heard there were already students who had broken through Metamorphosis, and while I might be able to bury myself into their psyche one-on-one, it was not easy to display detail when it was one against many.
Unless all the Academy students laid down in the Simulation Magic Circle without resistance, you know? Basically, it meant it was impossible.
So, if I couldnt achieve it with ability, I just had to win with presentation and flair.
That was the reason why I was wandering the Academy. I believed that there must be some material here that could make my first class a cost-effective success.
The Academy had more to see than I thought.
The lecture facility area was filled with various equipment for Professors lectures. There were tall towers that would hurt ones neck just to look up at, as well as some kinda huge Dinosaur1This references Tyrants in Last Origin (the game). Also, in Korea, they use King Dragon/King Dinosaur as a meme to mock dinosaurs. Golems. My Simulation Unit No. 2 was also scheduled to be placed in this area.
I asked Pink-Haired Lesbian, who was hanging onto my arm with her own arms folded.
Isnt there something?
What do you mean?
How should I conduct the first class? Do you have any ideas?
Pink-Haired Lesbian spoke with her fist raised.
Fight one-on-one with a student. Pick a boastful, arrogant one and say if they can even scratch your collar, they will get the highest grade.
And if I lose?
You can hand in your resignation.
The risk when losing was high, but it was a method worth considering. After all, it was only right to confront the boss of the enemies first. If I hunted the leader among the students, wouldnt the lower ranks naturally respect me?
When I gave her a thumbs-up as a reward for her good idea, Pink-Haired Lesbian leaned against me even further. Her watermelon pressed softly against my forearm. I spoke cautiously.
Dont lean your weight on me. Its touching.
What do you mean?
When she looked up at me, as if asking what she had done so wrong, I averted my gaze.
Lately, Pink-Haired Lesbian seemed to have gone a bit crazy. Since entering the Academy, she had shown someslightly different behavior from before. After all, when we were burying a Demonic Sword in the ground, didnt she appeal to me in a fairlystrong manner? A bit too strong for a joke, right?
WCPT2What is the color of your panties today? was practically a morning greeting so that was whatever, but werent these kinds of appeals slightly different?
If I had, well.saved Pink-Haired Lesbians life or bought her a necklace with research funds, I might have mistakenly thought she liked me. But none of such events had happened.
I decided to ask bluntly.
Havent you been a bit too close lately?
I know Im a very attractive and charming woman, but arent you being a bit too conscious?
Im serious. Youre really close.
Yes, I see youre the type to think about marriage after just holding hands. Are two children okay with you?
So, lets make a light frontal breakthrough for these stalkers. Whatever the accusation. Even if they asked me if I hid this or that. Whatever it was. I just needed to play dumb and drag out time for a few days. A problem that would solve itself with time. If it was an ordinary student, I could even use my authority as a Professor.
But among those stalking us, there was one person who stood out.
Hey, Pink-Haired Lesbian. Look at that.
Oooh.
We admired in unison. It was because we witnessed an outfit that practically fostered faith to grow in us.
The cleavage was fully exposed, and when worn, it clung to the skin so tightly one would wonder how it was worn in the first place. Furthermore, it had a side slit drawn all the way up to the belly button line, something resembling a Priests robe.
After even witnessing black lace panties, I couldnt help but give a standing ovation internally. But it seemed Pink-Haired Lesbians admiration had a slightly different meaning behind it.
Its the Saintess.
What?
Yes, surprisingly, it is the Saintess. I heard she was famous for her liberal attire, but she truly is living up to that reputation.
Could it be that the Saint part in her title actually refers to something different?
Was it a universal order in an otherworld for Saintesses to wear suchdangerous outfits? In the midst of being distracted, Pink-Haired Lesbian and I simultaneously noticed the Demonic Sword hanging on the Saintesss waist and fell into silence.
It was indeed the Demonic Sword we had buried in the dead of night.
.
.
I didnt even have the thesis or the directive right now, though.
Pink-Haired Lesbian couldnt hold back and made a jab.
We shouldve buried it after the directive arrived, aint that right?
If we waited until the directive arrived, the Academy would have already started! Also, realistically, how many students would actually wander around at night.! It was right to hide it when there were no people around!
But we got caught.
No, what in the world? Wasnt the Academys Saintess famous for not doing any work?! Wasnt she known as a homebody who hardly steps outside the building?! Who would dig up a Demonic Sword buried in the ground and present it to the Saintess?!
But you never know, right? Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe the Saintesss path just happened to intersect with ours and she had business elsewhere. So, we tried to sneakily turn the corner, but the Saintess headed straight towards us. She indeed had business with us.
Lets make a run for it.
Let us run.
Lets go into hiding. We werent going to be dragged to the Church of the Goddesss basement. There would be no evidence that we manufactured and concealed the Demonic Sword. It wasnt like there were CCTVs in the medieval era.
Even if there were, as long as the thesis and the directive arrived, we could guard against any accusations. We just needed to hold out for a few days. It was all about buying time.
I immediately climbed onto Pink-Haired Lesbian in a piggy-back. I compensated for my lack of mobility in what Id call Voltron mode. As soon as I made unusual actions, the three people stalking us seemed to notice the weird atmosphere and each showed a nimble response.
Pink-Haired Lesbian started to sprint. The three stalkers ran as well. What seemed like independent actions earlier now appeared as a coordinated effort to close in on us. Were they in league with the Saintess?!
I had to live. I cast Illusion Magic.
Illusion Swamp!
1
This references Tyrants in Last Origin (the game). Also, in Korea, they use King Dragon/King Dinosaur as a meme to mock dinosaurs.
2
What is the color of your panties today?
3
Made in China reference
/genesisforsaken
Chapter 51: The Price of Complacency The Price of Complacency Although I became a Professor thanks to the Second Prince, in reality, I was more interested in thefeast after ancestral rites, so to speak. It meant I was more filled with the thoughts of playing TRPG with the students than teaching them. That was why the first class was so important.Countermeasures to Illusion Magic was a mandatory subject, a core class, so students had to it even if they disliked it. But Otherworld Exploration Actually TRPG was an elective, thus requiring the students registration. Showing off an impressive display in a core course would surely draw students to the Otherworld Exploration lecture.I wanted to take them on a full tour of an otherworld experience, butThat was too much. There were limits to my abilities.I was a man who had not yet reached Metamorphosis. Casting Illusion Magic on all students, burning with youth and ambition, was far beyond my mana capabilities. I heard there were already students who had broken through Metamorphosis, and while I might be able to bury myself into their psyche one-on-one, it was not easy to display detail when it was one against many.Unless all the Academy students laid down in the Simulation Magic Circle without resistance, you know? Basically, it meant it was impossible.So, if I couldnt achieve it with ability, I just had to win with presentation and flair.That was the reason why I was wandering the Academy. I believed that there must be some material here that could make my first class a cost-effective success.The Academy had more to see than I thought.The lecture facility area was filled with various equipment for Professors lectures. There were tall towers that would hurt ones neck just to look up at, as well as some kinda huge Dinosaur1This references Tyrants in Last Origin the game. Also, in Korea, they use King Dragon/King Dinosaur as a meme to mock dinosaurs. Golems. My Simulation Unit No. 2 was also scheduled to be placed in this area.I asked Pink-Haired Lesbian, who was hanging onto my arm with her own arms folded. Isnt there something?What do you mean?How should I conduct the first class? Do you have any ideas?Pink-Haired Lesbian spoke with her fist raised.Fight one-on-one with a student. Pick a boastful, arrogant one and say if they can even scratch your collar, they will get the highest grade.And if I lose?You can hand in your resignation.The risk when losing was high, but it was a method worth considering. After all, it was only right to confront the boss of the enemies first. If I hunted the leader among the students, wouldnt the lower ranks naturally respect me?When I gave her a thumbs-up as a reward for her good idea, Pink-Haired Lesbian leaned against me even further. Her watermelon pressed softly against my forearm. I spoke cautiously.Dont lean your weight on me. Its touching.What do you mean?When she looked up at me, as if asking what she had done so wrong, I averted my gaze.Lately, Pink-Haired Lesbian seemed to have gone a bit crazy. Since entering the Academy, she had shown someslightly different behavior from before. After all, when we were burying a Demonic Sword in the ground, didnt she appeal to me in a fairlystrong manner? A bit too strong for a joke, right?WCPT2What is the color of your panties today? was practically a morning greeting so that was whatever, but werent these kinds of appeals slightly different?If I had, well.saved Pink-Haired Lesbians life or bought her a necklace with research funds, I might have mistakenly thought she liked me. But none of such events had happened.I decided to ask bluntly.Havent you been a bit too close lately?I know Im a very attractive and charming woman, but arent you being a bit too conscious?Im serious. Youre really close.Yes, I see youre the type to think about marriage after just holding hands. Are two children okay with you?So, lets make a light frontal breakthrough for these stalkers. Whatever the accusation. Even if they asked me if I hid this or that. Whatever it was. I just needed to play dumb and drag out time for a few days. A problem that would solve itself with time. If it was an ordinary student, I could even use my authority as a Professor.But among those stalking us, there was one person who stood out.Hey, Pink-Haired Lesbian. Look at that.Oooh.We admired in unison. It was because we witnessed an outfit that practically fostered faith to grow in us.The cleavage was fully exposed, and when worn, it clung to the skin so tightly one would wonder how it was worn in the first place. Furthermore, it had a side slit drawn all the way up to the belly button line, something resembling a Priests robe.After even witnessing black lace panties, I couldnt help but give a standing ovation internally. But it seemed Pink-Haired Lesbians admiration had a slightly different meaning behind it.Its the Saintess.What?Yes, surprisingly, it is the Saintess. I heard she was famous for her liberal attire, but she truly is living up to that reputation.Could it be that the Saint part in her title actually refers to something different?Was it a universal order in an otherworld for Saintesses to wear suchdangerous outfits? In the midst of being distracted, Pink-Haired Lesbian and I simultaneously noticed the Demonic Sword hanging on the Saintesss waist and fell into silence.It was indeed the Demonic Sword we had buried in the dead of night...I didnt even have the thesis or the directive right now, though.Pink-Haired Lesbian couldnt hold back and made a jab.We shouldve buried it after the directive arrived, aint that right?If we waited until the directive arrived, the Academy would have already started! Also, realistically, how many students would actually wander around at night.! It was right to hide it when there were no people around!But we got caught.No, what in the world? Wasnt the Academys Saintess famous for not doing any work?! Wasnt she known as a homebody who hardly steps outside the building?! Who would dig up a Demonic Sword buried in the ground and present it to the Saintess?!But you never know, right? Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe the Saintesss path just happened to intersect with ours and she had business elsewhere. So, we tried to sneakily turn the corner, but the Saintess headed straight towards us. She indeed had business with us.Lets make a run for it.Let us run.Lets go into hiding. We werent going to be dragged to the Church of the Goddesss basement. There would be no evidence that we manufactured and concealed the Demonic Sword. It wasnt like there were CCTVs in the medieval era.Even if there were, as long as the thesis and the directive arrived, we could guard against any accusations. We just needed to hold out for a few days. It was all about buying time.I immediately climbed onto Pink-Haired Lesbian in a piggy-back. I compensated for my lack of mobility in what Id call Voltron mode. As soon as I made unusual actions, the three people stalking us seemed to notice the weird atmosphere and each showed a nimble response.Pink-Haired Lesbian started to sprint. The three stalkers ran as well. What seemed like independent actions earlier now appeared as a coordinated effort to close in on us. Were they in league with the Saintess?!I had to live. I cast Illusion Magic.Illusion Swamp!1This references Tyrants in Last Origin the game. Also, in Korea, they use King Dragon/King Dinosaur as a meme to mock dinosaurs.2What is the color of your panties today?3Made in China reference /genesisforsaken
