I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 218
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Episode 218
Words that transcend common sense.
But then again, it was Hamus, so everything made sense.
‘This is truly unbelievable.’
My head is just spinning.
“Do you have any other questions?”
“I really have just one more, the last one.”
“Annoying brat. Speak.”
Still, Hamus was accepting my questions.
At this point, he must be feeling as good as if he’d won the lottery.
“Well, I got a chance to enter the Imperial Storehouse, are there any good items?”
“Are you mocking me? I died years ago.”
“No, but still. The Imperial Storehouse hardly changes, doesn’t it?”
A warehouse is a warehouse for a reason.
Items rarely leave unless there’s a good reason.
“Is it still operated by grade levels?”
“Yes, for reference, I can choose one item from Grade 2.”
“Hmm.”
Hamus seemed to be thinking deeply about something.
Right, this man was a founding contributor, so he must know something.
“I put quite a few of the swords I used in the warehouse, so take one of those.”
“Aren’t Master’s swords in Grade 1?”
“Well, they might be classified that way now. But there were so many that quite a few went into Grade 2 as well.”
“Just how many were there?”
“A little over five hundred swords passed through my hands.”
“What…? What do you mean.”
It’s not like he changed swords every day.
Why are there so many?
‘He has all the characteristics of someone who brags, so why is his skill the real deal?’
Something is definitely wrong with this world right now.
“People kept bringing me all kinds of swords, saying it would be an honor just to have them in my hands. What could I do?”
“Ah… Yes.”
This wasn’t worth listening to either, so I just let it go in one ear and out the other.
‘With about five hundred swords, there would definitely be some in Grade 2.’
There’s no way they’d store all of those in Grade 1.
“Then could you tell me which ones among them would be useful?”
“Why do you want so much? Whatever you pick would be more than you deserve.”
“But it’s a hard-earned opportunity, isn’t it? Since you’re helping me, just a little more.”
“Annoying brat.”
Hamus wore a truly world-weary expression as he pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth.
“Repeat after me. Ruvoe.”
“Ruvoe. Who is this?”
“A perverted dwarf. Quite a nasty one.”
‘That sounds like you.’
Who exactly is calling whom a pervert?
The words really came up to my throat, but I endured with superhuman patience.
“He was a dwarf master of his time. Ruvoe was the name he used for his perverted double life.”
“Ah.”
“He would create masterpieces and sell them on the street for about 10 gold.”
“What…? You mean Dwarven Weapons? Well-made swords would obviously stand out, so what’s the point?”
Metallurgy isn’t like modern art.
“That’s what made him perverted. He put mechanisms in place to make it hard to recognize the weapon’s value before selling them.”
“And Master saw through that?”
“Me? Well… yes.”
Hamus answered with a somewhat bewildered expression.
From my perspective, he definitely didn’t figure it out himself.
‘I should preserve his pride.’
I need to flatter him to squeeze out one more thing.
“Is there a name written on the sword?”
“There’s ‘Ruvoe’ written on the lower part of the handle, so if there’s one of his swords, grab it.”
“Mm, understood.”
“And if you inject mana and activate it, the sword’s true form will appear.”
“Mana, you say?”
What is this about now?
“The mana you have now isn’t enough, so just keep it for now.”
“Wait, I can’t use it right away?”
I don’t know when I might die, and he’s telling me to just keep it like some collector’s item?
“Or you could increase your mana. You manage to increase your strength with potions or something, don’t you have any for mana?”
“Mana, you say?”
I opened the shop window to check the potion list.
-Strength Potion 800p
-Stamina Potion 100p
-Wisdom Potion 50p
Names that didn’t even have the ‘ma’ from mana.
Maybe because my wallet situation had become more abundant.
The prices of stamina and wisdom potions seemed quite cheap.
‘I should try them one by one.’
Especially the wisdom potion.
I’ve never tried it because I thought the points were too precious.
And war is a battle of wits, isn’t it?
There’s nothing bad about becoming smarter.
“Uh… I don’t have any for now.”
“Well, even if not through potions, you’ll manage eventually. If not, it’s just unfortunate.”
He’s really speaking so carelessly as if it’s someone else’s problem.
I feel like punching him.
“Isn’t there anything else I can use immediately for combat?”
“You’re asking me to find something beneficial. If you want something you can use immediately, just grab anything there. The experts would have done value assessments.”
“Ugh, understood.”
This damn way of speaking that stabs with facts.
There was absolutely no way to defend against it.
“Then now for swordsmanship…”
“After asking all these questions, you want me to teach you swordsmanship too? You really want a lot. Do you have any conscience?”
“I’m somewhat lacking in that area.”
“Tsk, draw your sword.”
Hamus clicked his tongue while telling me to draw my sword.
This man has about 1 percent tsundere tendencies.
‘He’s going to do it anyway, but he’s being so difficult.’
Of course, I need to be careful.
This is someone who might suddenly lie down on the ground.
“Do you know when you can call yourself a master of swordsmanship?”
“Without any mistakes, perfectly….”
“You fool. What’s so great about swinging without mistakes? Listen carefully. Mastery is reaching a level where you can adapt swordsmanship to your own body.”
“To my body?”
“That’s right. I broadly divided it into women and men, but looking more specifically, are my excellent body and your disappointing body the same?”
“Uh… they are different.”
I could see words clearly intended to provoke me here and there, but I held back.
I’m learning right now.
“The swordsmanship you’ve learned now was created based on me. That’s why there are subtle errors when you swing with your body.”
“Oh.”
Hearing it explained, it definitely makes sense.
“So try making changes to fit your body. Yawn.”
As if Hamus had finished what he wanted to say, he suddenly sat down while yawning.
“Huh…? Aren’t you going to teach me?”
“Did you let my words go in one ear and out the other? I told you to adapt it to your body.”
“No, but still.”
“How would I know your body? Go do individual training.”
What on earth is this supposed to mean?
There are still 2 hours and 30 minutes left.
“Um… I’ll do the training outside separately, so right now I need…”
“You can do it here and outside too. Stop your chattering, it’s noisy.”
As if extremely annoyed, he just lies down on the floor.
The back of my neck tensed up strongly.
‘Damn it, I should have just done one hour.’
I made a mistake in my thinking because it had been so long since I’d seen Hamus.
‘A stubborn and hopeless person.’
This isn’t my first experience with Hamus, so I know now.
Having given his teaching, that man will absolutely never get up again.
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【Official Document】
Early selection of 50 personnel for Western Front deployment to complete advanced tactical education.
Selection personnel will be evaluated based on excellent academic performance and determination…
“Haah.”
General Chelsa, who confirmed the official document from headquarters, grabbed his forehead.
“Where exactly am I supposed to find 50 people with determination?”
Moreover, looking at the document, the education location and organizer is headquarters, not the Training Unit.
“Bring the battalion commanders.”
“Yes!”
At General Chelsa’s words, the adjutant brought three battalion commanders.
The expressions of those who confirmed the official document were not much different from General Chelsa’s.
“This…this is.”
Lieutenant Edith of the 1st Battalion checked the official document again with a despairing expression.
“Are there any people in the 1st Battalion who want to volunteer for the Western Front?”
“There are a few among the commoners… but their academic performance is rock bottom.”
“What about the 2nd Battalion.”
“We also have a few commoners… but their grades.”
“How bad is it? They can at least read, right?”
“Just about that level.”
“Damn.”
General Chelsa squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back completely against his chair.
“Isn’t there anyone with excellent academic performance who wants to go to the Western Front?”
“It’s not that there aren’t any at all, but at most about five people… and even this is questionable to call excellent. The evaluation isn’t being conducted properly.”
“Phew, that’s right.”
Most cadets turn in blank papers during academic exams.
Or anyone can see they just randomly guessed without effort.
“This is really… what do we do?”
In a situation where the truth they’d hidden well until now was about to be exposed.
Lieutenant Edith asked in a voice trembling with fear.
General Chelsa could only shake his head.
“For now… let’s call for volunteers, and if there really aren’t any, we’ll have to gather kids with determination even if their academic performance is low, give them intensive education, and send them.”
We’ll just send some less capable cadets and brush it off saying ‘this batch has a low standard.’
General Chelsa absolutely cannot let the Emperor discover the reality of the current Training Unit.
“Yes, I’ll gather them in the auditorium after afternoon training ends today to receive volunteers.”
“Right, let’s do that for now. You may go.”
General Chelsa could only see a bleak future ahead.
But coincidence and miracles always come in unexpected situations.
“As part of recent tactical capability enhancement, headquarters is giving 50 select personnel the opportunity to receive advanced tactical education.”
Lieutenant Edith carefully explained to the cadets based on the contents of the official document.
“The duration of this education is 2 weeks, and upon completion of this course… you will be assigned to the Western Division. Please consider this when volunteering.”
As soon as the words Western Division were mentioned, the auditorium’s atmosphere turned cold.
It was only natural that the other battalion commanders in the back squeezed their eyes shut.
‘Please, just ten smart ones.’
I’m not even hoping for 50.
Just ten who can at least keep up appearances.
If we could get just about ten, we could avoid the worst.
“Then from now on, I’ll receive volunteers. Those who wish to participate, please stand up.”
Originally, you shouldn’t give too much time to think about these things.
Lieutenant Edith immediately asked for volunteers.
As expected, the auditorium was quiet.
‘Shit, not even one person…?’
This is a disaster.
“The fact that you completed advanced tactical education will be beneficial for your future military life….”
*Stand*
Just as Lieutenant Edith was trying to add some sweet words.
One cadet stood up from their seat.
“Oh…!”
Just one person.
However, going from 0 to 1 is the miraculous boundary from nothing to something.
And it was just beginning.
*Stand!*
“I volunteer!”
“Huh…?”
*Stand stand!*
“I want to go too!”
“Me too!”
“Uh…uhuh.”
Two people, three people, ten people.
Numbers increasing frantically.
Before they knew it, the number had easily surpassed three digits.
‘What…what’s this situation.’
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