Chapter 128

Chapter 128

[Translator – Clara]

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Chapter 128: Academy Admission (3)

“...Huh?”

Figgy stared at Vikir with a blank expression and then asked with a greatly bewildered tone, “Oh, you’re not going to the O.T.?”

Vikir remained firm, replying, “No, I’m not going.”

Figgy, who had only unpacked a few belongings, gestured and fidgeted anxiously towards Vikir.

“Oh no, you have to go! If you don’t attend the O.T., the seniors will notice, and even among your peers, you’ll be labeled as an outsider! That would make it incredibly challenging to gather information or establish connections...”

“Outsider,” a term used to refer to those who are not part of a group and are left out. They face difficulties in situations that require group cooperation, such as last-minute schedule changes, or group projects. Being an outsider also leads to disadvantages when it comes to building connections or gathering information.

Therefore, Figgy’s advice that attending the O.T. was a must made sense in a typical freshman’s case. However, in Vikir’s case, being less conspicuous and not standing out was much more convenient.

Meanwhile, Vikir silently observed Figgy, who had a crestfallen expression. It was clear from Figgy’s gaze that he genuinely worried about Vikir’s school life. He was still so kind-hearted, almost to the point of being gullible.

“With this personality, it might be difficult for him to adapt to school,” Vikir thought.

Figgy was timid but had a talent for information gathering and analysis. If CindiWendy saw him, she would immediately want to recruit him. However, for now, being a bit of an outsider was what Vikir actually hoped for. Being inconspicuous suited him much better.

Vikir had learned that Figgy had been through a tough time in school, especially because of his kind nature, modesty, and information-gathering skills. While these traits were assets in many situations, they had made Figgy a target for ridicule and mistreatment from others.

Moreover, Vikir remembered that Figgy had once been his roommate before the regression, and back then, Figgy had gone out of his way to help Vikir. Figgy had been considerate and had taken care of many things for him. Vikir appreciated his kindness.

“...”

Vikir turned his gaze away from Figgy, deep in thought.

On the other hand, Figgy had no idea what Vikir was thinking and continued to explain the importance of attending the O.T.

“This time, a lot of impressive seniors are coming to the O.T.! Even Saint Dolores, the student council president, will be there! And the fellow freshmen are amazing too! Have you heard of Tudor from the Donquixote family or Bianca, the daughter of the Usher House? But that’s not all! There are triplets from the Baskerville family who are incredibly skilled! They are all considered the next generation of heroes, so we must see them! Oh, and there’s also Sancho, who came from the Northern Mercenary Guild; he rejected their top offer and chose to come here! And SinClaire is here too, she was the top student at the Magic Tower and chose to come to the Colosseo! She’s also the top student in the Colosseo’s Hot Department, so isn’t that impressive? These friends are already considered the next generation of heroes, so we must see them! I can’t believe I’m in the same year as such incredible people...”

In fact, Figgy’s ability to gather and remember all this information was impressive. If he had heard it from senior students, he would have been quick to offer scouting propositions to his club or family, solely based on his information-gathering and analytical skills.

“How about it? Are you starting to feel like going a little? Huh? Huh?”

Figgy looked at Vikir with sparkling eyes, as if seeking praise. However, Vikir still shook his head without saying a word.

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Figgy, who wanted to go to the orientation with his roommate to support each other, unexpectedly faced a dilemma. In fact, until now, there had been almost no cases of a freshman declaring non-attendance at orientation.

“Written test? Ah, come on, what’s so impressive about someone who’s good at theory? I find bookworms like that unattractive. The warriors are much cooler!”

The hallway chatter gradually faded away.

All the freshman students had entered the classrooms in the lecture hall. Boys, girls, and a mix of both. In just a short time and with a few nods and greetings, they became friendly with their peers of the same year. Although the friendships were hastily formed, a budding camaraderie had already taken root among them.

“Is everyone here? Let’s call the names of the freshman students from the class of 20.”

[TL/N: ‘20’ in the Class of 20 means the year their course began]

The senior students from the Student Council proceeded to take attendance by calling out the names on their lists. Soon, many names were called out.

“Vikir.”

“Yes.”

“Vikir.”

“Yes.”

“Vikir.”

“Yes.”

“Vikir.”

“... ... ...”

“Vikir?”

Among the common names that had been called several times, there was one absent student. Vikir Van Baskerville. No, now he was simply known as ‘Vikir.’ He did not attend the orientation. Instead, a student named ‘Night Hunter’ had donned a black cloak and a mask that resembled the beak-shaped plague masks used by medieval doctors.

With a swift movement, Vikir, dressed in a black cloak and wearing the plague mask, stepped onto the rooftop of the academy. Once you cross over a wall as high as a formidable fortress, you will arrive at the beautiful city of Venetior, known for its countless waterways and bridges.

Vikir silently blended into the city shrouded in darkness. It was a night when the sophomore students were enjoying drinks, strengthening their bonds with both seniors and peers. During this time, Vikir would visit the mansions of those who held power in the assassination society, the demons, and their collaborators one by one.

Demons. And their collaborators. This was the gathering place for humanity’s traitors, wasn’t it?

“My comrades, please wait a little longer. From now on, I will exact your revenge.”

Vikir recalled the faces of his fellow hunting dogs who had been betrayed and killed, reflecting on the evil connections of his past.

Finally, he followed the faint scent of magic that permeated the entire city.

The Night Hunter had begun his hunt.

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