Chapter 143: The Merciless n


    The academy life of the previous host was rougher than he thought, but it fits the new him. Like for example the thing that happened yesterday. He easily got information regarding the empire and the academy.


    In regards to the empire, those fools of the Redwing n hadn’t much information to what he already knew.


    It might be different if he used the brain reading ability of the Elder Dark Priest. But he didn’t go to such lengths as there were some variations he needed to reconsider.


    First, he could not kill them because some students saw him together with that Rou person when he led him to their n barracks. It would be easy to connect the dots if those people suddenly disappeared.


    Second, the Elder Dark Priest could not redundantly use the spell as it required a massive amount of magical energy, and he was yet to master the spell. Currently, he could only use it one to 3 times a day.


    But because the Elder Dark Priest already used them in some of his research on the other subjects, he had to wait for the next day. It would be troublesome if he kept those people hidden for long. It might cause unexpectedplications in the end. Hence, he had to avoid it.


    The third reason that he didn’t kill them wasn’t so important. He just wanted those fools to suffer more like how they made the previous host life suffer.


    .....


    He also learned from them the importance of the n inside the academy. A student must be a member of a n if he wanted to get good grades regarding magic? Not only that, it looks like the big n was affiliated with the great families outside the academy.


    Ah right, while questioning those fools, he noticed the leader of Redwing, Jakuzen, was a spineless person. It might also be the reason that he learned the rage ability, to exclude himself and be drowned by anger because it was hard for him to fight when he was in his right mind.


    What a weirdo.


    He took advantage of it by threatening him that if he didn’t disband his n something bad would happen to him. Just by saying it, that guy shuddered in fright.


    The ce where he took them was the torture room of the Elder Dark Priest. But he released them after he rified that those fools won’t being to bother him again. Confusion and doubts were apparent on their paled faces. They were even paler than ghosts and only a little thicker than undead skeletons. It was the result of getting wounded repeatedly.


    In regards to their healing, Elder Dark Priest was hiding in the shadows and secretly cast healing whenever he uttered the word “heal”.


    After leaving the Redwing n barracks, he was stunned to see the flustered Herro outside the door.


    Together with him were some people, but most of them looked so, nonbatants. Or perhaps, why was one of them so thin, like he didn’t eat for a whole month? And the other one was a fatty dude. Oh, looks like there’s a normal one. The person had chocte-colored skin, with towering height and well-built muscle. And... and... yeah, aside from Herro, there was truly no normal among them.


    Although the chocte-skinned guy had a well-built muscr body, he wore make-up on his face while sending a wink to him.


    What kind of gathering was this? On top of that, they were wielding wooden sticks. He wondered what they were using it for?


    Seemingly noticing his troubled face, Herro stepped forward and told him that they were members of the Merciless n.


    A bead of sweat appeared at the back of his head as he thought, ‘What with that cool-sounding name?! Or perhaps, instead of Merciless, this n is more like on the verge of mercy! Ahaha.’ He didn’t know whether tough or cry. Though he didn’t voice out his thoughts.


    Herro exined that in the Merciless n he was the n leader and looked like Eman was the n deputy. And these three people were the only members they could gatherst year. In short, it was their own n. What? Their own n?


    “.....”


    Before we forget their reason foring in the Redwing n, they came here to rescue him. One of Herro’s acquaintances told him that Eman was together with a member of the Redwing n.


    Herro felt a foreboding feeling and rushed here with the other members. He knew how nasty these people from the Redwing n treated his sworn brother. That’s why he immediately came here.


    “Brother, are you sure they did nothing to you?” Herro’s doubtful question after he told them that he was fine.


    “Yeah, nothing really,” Eman confirmed. Seeing that there were no visible wounds and gashes on him, Herro sighed in relief. He came here with the resolve of taking a beating.


    The next day, as usual, Sol and Eman went their separate ways once again after entering the academy.


    While he was walking in the corridor, some snort was thrown out towards him,ing from the people around. Some showed disgust, that whenever his eyes met theirs, they would re of disdain at him. There were also some whispering to each other, saying unpleasant remarks to him. Thanks to his heightened hearing. Even their whisper was more like talking normally to him.


    There were also some who had surprised faces, asking the person beside them how this worm survived the subjugation mission. Well, even if they asked the person beside them, no one could give them a proper answer.


    But Eman felt sorry for the previous host. Looks like most of the students here wished him to die. It must also be the reason that he died.


    Aside from that.


    It seemed like he was well-received in this academy huh. In a bad sense though.


    The previous host’s academy life was more or less the same as his high-school and university days. Yeah, he was reincarnated, sounds good, but why does it have to be in a person with the same experience as him? Mr. Fate truly enjoys making him suffer huh. Well, there was no useining about it now. What’s done is done as they said.


    Ah. All the same, all the same.


    While he continued walking he noticed one of the hottest topics from the students was the disbandment of the Redwing n.


    “Really?”


    “Yes!”


    “How did it happen?”


    “No one knew the exact reason, but the n leader, Jakuzen, himself was the one who filed the disband of their n. Not only that, but the other members also agreed to it and even their n deputy also signed the parchment of disbanding.”


    “T-that’s hard to believe, especially that it was the fierce n leader himself. Don’t you think?”


    “Yeah, yeah, that’s why.”


    Such a topic wasmon today.


    He directly went to the Merciless n barracks. When he arrived there, he saw Fatsu and Payazu loitering around. Well, that was how everyone called them, and they didn’t seem to mind it. They probably are used to it already. Just like how everyone called him a worm.


    “Oh, good morning, Deputy,” greeted Fatsu with a tinge of sarcasm. Currently, he was eating while seemingly resting his fat belly on a wooden swivel chair. On the other hand, Payazu did not bother talking. He was doing something that Eman could not understand. Wait, could it be he was reassembling some broken armor? And cleaning the rusted weapons?


    “Hey, Mr. Fayazu, what is that for?”


    Fayazu stared at him for a second, seemingly a little surprised. His stare was saying that it was unusual for him to talk with him.


    But then Fayazu seemed to remember something. Right, the leader told them that their deputy had an amnesia. “Oh, I mean, our job as a n is to clean the trashy equipment of the other n and reassemble them. Since we are the nonbatant n after all.”


    Eman blinked his eyes in wonder. Fayazu then nced at him understably. “Looks like the n leader was saying the truth, ah.”


    “Hmm...?”


    “That you have amnesia,” said Fayazu.


    “Ah yeah,” he remembered he was acting as a person with amnesia. “Uhm, anyway Mr. Fayazu, can tell me more regarding that?”


    Fayazu nced to where he was pointing. “Oh, you mean the cleaning of items?”


    “Mhm!”


    “Uhm, o-okay, err... erm... for the n to function we needed to umte enough n points to pass the required quota.”


    “Quota?”


    “Yes, each n must reach that quota.”


    “Then what is the rtion with it to the cleaning and assembling of broken and rusty items?”


    “Uh, since we are a nonbatant n, for us to function longer as a n, we asked the other n for cleaning and assembling their scrap equipment. In exchange, they paid us with n points.”


    “...”


    Seeing his silence, “Actually, Deputy, it was your idea that we did this,” Fayazu said skeptically.


    “...”


    Eman was surprised to hear it.


    He nced around. Right. Unlike the Redwing n, inside the Merciless n, he couldn’t find any training facility inside.


    And the building was so rundown that you couldn’t help asking yourself how it survived this long.