On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 122
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 122
Everything Has a Reason
The second semester had begun.
Finally, classes were starting!
Even without the excitement of their first enrollment, the First Years’ anticipation remained strong.
Especially among the students taking Ziel’s class.
“Did you hear the rumor? Celia went to the Auditorium last time and saw something incredible.”
“She just kept repeating that it was amazing. What could it be?”
“What kind of ridiculous class has the Teacher prepared this time…?”
Half expectation, half worry.
Especially Celia, who had experienced it first, amplified both the anticipation and concern.
“It’s just incredible. By the end of the second semester, everyone will be good enough to enter the Capital Swordsmanship Tournament.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m telling you. It’s just insane.”
Celia even felt a subtle sense of superiority.
And watching this, Delev trembled with jealousy.
‘I should have gone to the Auditorium too.’
This unpleasant situation where Celia seemed to be getting ahead.
Just then, Celia caught his eye and gave a sly smile.
It seemed like she was saying:
‘You can’t beat me.’
Of course, it wasn’t a wrong interpretation.
In this situation, the students with particularly high expectations were the First Years participating in Ziel’s ‘class’ for the first time.
Having already experienced the results in practical training, they were even more curious.
‘There’s definitely no self-cancellation.’
‘What kind of class could it be?’
They had already gone through the war-like course registration.
Exactly 40 students.
The spectacle of First Years camping out in front of the Student Affairs Office all night to take Ziel’s class!
They were the victors who had seized everything after that fierce competition.
Last semester, students who had felt their own growth in Ziel’s class naturally applied for his class as their top priority.
Karen.
Yurio.
Maris.
Not to mention Delev and Celia, and likewise for students who had performed excellently, including Quantus and Ann.
An incredible 30 out of the 40 students who had taken the previous class re-registered for Ziel’s class!
The remaining 10 were students who hadn’t been able to take Ziel’s class.
One of them was Lydia, who had served as Group Leader in practical training.
‘I did train hard during vacation… I should be able to do well, right? But what exactly did Celia see?’
“It’s time. We can go in now, can’t we?”
“Yeah! I’ll open the door!”
“Quantus still thinks he’s the leader.”
Class time had arrived, and finally the waiting students entered the Auditorium.
And what they encountered was…
“Wh-what is all this…?”
“My goodness…”
“Th-these are golems, right? Magic Dolls?”
The students stood frozen at the Entrance, unable to move.
40 Magic Dolls.
The sight of them lined up in rows and columns…
It was truly bizarre yet emanated something overwhelming.
Tension rose naturally.
“Are we going to spar with Magic Dolls…?”
“Correct, Student Lydia Rojas.”
Just then, Ziel walked out.
“Teacher!”
“Why are you calling me, Student Quantus Hopel?”
“How does my body look!”
“You’ve grown.”
“As expected! You noticed!”
“You ate a lot and exercised. Well done.”
Quantus became proud from the praise.
But Ziel added one more comment.
“However, it seems you ate excessively. I don’t think I saw that double chin in the first semester.”
“Haha! It’ll all convert to muscle later!”
“Quantus even knows the word ‘convert.’ Ann, what happened? Did you teach him?”
“I don’t tell that guy to read books.”
Meanwhile, Delev raised his hand.
“Teacher, the class is called , so are we building the basics through Magic Dolls?”
“That’s right. You’ll build the basics of Swordsmanship through Sparring with Magic Dolls.”
In this situation, another Student had a different question.
“But how did you obtain the Magic Dolls? These must be incredibly expensive…”
It was Maris.
The Sopen Family would do anything if there was money in it.
So Maris had picked up quite a lot through hearsay, and one of those things was the price of magic dolls.
‘At least hundreds of thousands of cel each.’
And there were a whopping 40 of them!
No, looking behind, there were 10 more.
Ziel’s answer was simple.
“I borrowed them.”
“Ah….”
“Arcane School lent them to us.”
Arcane School had lent as many as 50 magic dolls to Sword School.
Students who knew the situation well understood just how absurd this was.
‘How? Just how?’
‘How much did he pay? Did our Sword School have that much money?’
‘I heard Arcane School hates our Sword School….’
Everyone was dumbfounded by this additional comment from Ziel.
“By the way, no money was paid.”
“Ah….”
“I borrowed them through blackmail.”
“….”
Everyone thought Ziel was making a rare joke.
It was such an unrealistic answer.
“Now I’ll introduce the teaching assistant who will help with classes.”
Then Ziel introduced someone.
“Say hello, this is Teaching Assistant Gilbert. He’ll be helping with my classes from now on.”
Gilbert stepped forward in front of the students.
‘Now I’m officially starting work too!’
Though he was disguised as a teaching assistant, Gilbert felt a sense of mission.
Why?
Because it was work assigned by Boss!
‘This is also a test!’
His future position within The Organization would change depending on how well he performed his teaching assistant duties!
“Please treat me well, everyone.”
Strict, solemn, serious.
That was the strategy Gilbert had chosen.
Treating the students as coldly and intimidatingly as possible!
It was actually an experience he recalled from Crow training.
“From now on, you will absolutely obey this teaching assistant’s words. Understood?”
“….”
The students all had the same thought.
What is he talking about?
More than that, everyone was impressed once again.
‘If Teacher Ziel has a liberal arts class but even has a separate teaching assistant….’
‘Then will he become a professor next?’
They didn’t really care what the teaching assistant was saying.
When all the students remained quiet, Gilbert smiled smugly.
‘As expected, coming on strong from the start is right!’
“Ahem. But depending on how you behave, this teaching assistant can become an angel or a demon….”
“Gilbert, that’s enough introduction.”
Low laughter arose.
Gilbert awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
‘This isn’t it?’
Anyway, class was about to begin.
The student attending Ziel’s class for the first time.
Omar Lucon was excited.
‘Now he’ll call attendance? Finally it’s starting!’
“We have a lot to cover today, so I’ll skip attendance. Everyone’s here.”
“Huh?”
“Is there a problem, student Omar Lucon?”
Omar was a bit surprised.
‘He memorized my name?’
“I’ve seen all of you once during practicals anyway. Since I know your faces and names, I’ll skip attendance.”
But when did those practicals end.
He memorized the faces and names of all the students here from seeing them once, or rather a few times back then?
Omar was surprised, but most of the students—those who had already taken Ziel’s classes—weren’t particularly surprised.
Because it was Teacher Ziel.
“From now on, put on your armor and take up your swords.”
Omar was surprised again.
“Student Rick Otton. You pick the armor on the far right. That size looks about right for you.”
“What about me?”
“Student Ellie Demicus. Put on the armor in the middle row.”
He really seemed to have memorized everything.
The students approached the armor.
This time, not just Omar but other students were surprised too.
“This is…”
“Isn’t this like the Ruinbark shell that Teacher Ziel caught back then?”
“Right. It had exactly this texture!”
Ann asked in surprise.
“Teacher, how did you make this?”
“I commissioned it.”
“Pardon?”
“I commissioned Raisen Workshop. Through a byproduct processor.”
But that’s definitely not an easy task…
‘When Teacher says it, everything just sounds easy.’
Finding a monster byproduct processor, negotiating, and then commissioning it to be made into armor…
“Once everyone has their armor and swords ready, we’ll start sparring in groups of 10 in the order I call your names. You’ve all finished warming up, right?”
While they were putting on their armor, Ziel’s class was proceeding relentlessly.
Hurriedly putting on the still-awkward armor and grabbing practice swords, the students were called in order.
“Sparring will proceed with 10 people at a time, spaced as far apart as possible.”
“Do we just need to defeat the magic dolls?”
“Yes. That’s what you need to do.”
It was a simple class.
‘This is easier than the first semester classes.’
Whether it was boring physical training, or having to stay constantly tense during reflex training disguised as self-defense classes.
This time looked pretty decent.
Sparring.
The class everyone looked forward to most.
“Your goal is to suppress the magic doll assigned to each of you by the end of the semester, by any means necessary. Make it unable to move.”
Everyone nodded.
But some didn’t.
‘Teacher’s classes always had other intentions.’
Ziel’s classes always had a ‘hidden intention’ beyond what Ziel stated.
The perceptive Ann, Karen, and Yurio and Delev waited for the next words, just in case.
But Ziel only added one more thing.
“Begin. Gilbert, activate the magic dolls.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Boss?
Their confusion about the strange title was brief.
The magic dolls made a creaking sound as they raised their heads and began operating.
‘Time to show the results of training all vacation!’
Quantus, whose muscles and fat had grown considerably.
‘I only worked on my lacking physical strength all vacation… but I can do this.’
Yurio, who had run himself to death every day during vacation to build up his lagging stamina.
‘I’ve trained enough in the secret technique. Time to show it.’
Even Delev, who had learned part of a secret technique after a bet with his father.
Each had their own decent plan.
Until they got beaten by the magic dolls and went flying right after starting.
“Gah!”
“Urgh!”
“Ugh!”
The first 10 people.
Every single student without exception got beaten and rolled on the ground.
Everyone denied the scene before their eyes.
Not just those who got hit, but the remaining 30 who were watching!
“What, what was that just now.”
“Did you see the magic doll’s speed? Insane.”
Only Celia, who wasn’t among the first 10, nodded as if she had expected this.
“I told you I was amazing.”
The students who had been sparring barely managed to get back on their feet.
Meanwhile, the magic dolls created distance and prepared for their second strike.
Naturally, the next result was the same.
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
Screams filled the air as students rolled around on the ground.
Strangely, the pain was less than expected, but they had no time to realize it was thanks to the Ruinbark Shell Armor.
And about 5 minutes later.
“Stop. Student Yurio Harmatan. We’re stopping here.”
“I, I can still do more!”
“Then you won’t make it to the next class.”
With those words, Ziel instantly moved behind the Magic Doll and stopped its operation.
‘How did he do that…?’
Though he didn’t know much about Magic Dolls, he felt he could never do something like that.
“Student Ellie Demicus. Stop.”
“Th, thank you. I almost died…”
“You won’t die. I’m here.”
The students naturally gauged the level of the Magic Dolls and concluded they were at least Grand Knight level.
“It seems similar to my father’s speed…”
“At least the speed and strength are definitely Grand Knight level. This is insane.”
Only 2 students managed to hold out.
Quantus.
And Delev.
Delev relied on talent, but Quantus relied purely on endurance!
With all Magic Dolls except the 2 facing these students stopped—
“Hyaaaah!”
Quantus charged forward with a battle cry.
“Why is he so good at this?”
“They seem kind of similar to each other…”
It wasn’t just pure endurance.
Surprisingly, Quantus was good at parrying the Magic Doll’s attacks!
“It feels like facing my father!”
Ann, who knew Quantus best, let out an “Ah” of admiration.
“They’re similar.”
“Huh?”
“Their styles are similar. Quantus also attacks in a straightforward way, right?”
To put it nicely, straightforward!
To put it badly…
“He attacks mindlessly?”
“Yeah.”
A style of just charging in recklessly without thinking of dodging!
‘Student Quantus Hopel is the most suitable talent for this sparring.’
Scribble scribble.
Ziel finished his notes on the evaluation sheet.
Then he shifted his gaze to Delev.
‘He’s holding out well.’
Along with Celia, the most outstanding talent among the First Years.
“Huff, huff.”
If this were real combat, and the opponent was an actual Grand Knight instead of a Grand Knight-level Magic Doll, the match would have already been decided.
Knowing this, Delev gritted his teeth even harder.
‘I’ll definitely defeat it in this sparring!’
However, unfortunately, Magic Dolls operate using Magic Stones as power.
And as long as the Magic Stone’s power doesn’t run out—
“Guh!”
They would never fall, tire, or hesitate.
Clang!
Unable to block the incoming barrage any longer, Delev finally collapsed.
‘I didn’t even have a chance to use my Secret Technique.’
“Stop. Student Delev Kundel.”
“I can still do more…”
“Your hand is torn.”
“Ah.”
Delev looked down blankly at the hand that had gripped his sword.
‘I was so desperate…’
“Don’t grip the sword too tightly. That’s why it tears.”
“…”
There was no touching encouragement, as expected.
In the end, Quantus became the final survivor among the first 10.
Of course, even that Quantus was soon forced to stop sparring.
“Haha Teacher! I lasted the longest! How about it! I can be the leader again this time, right!”
“Student Quantus Hopel, there is no leader in this class.”
“Huh, why not!”
“Because there isn’t.”
Nod.
Anyway, the first 10 were left in a tattered state.
“I’ll heal everyone. Tell me where it hurts.”
Today the Teaching Assistant’s duty was medical treatment.
No matter how much armor you wear, you can’t avoid getting hurt or feeling pain completely.
“I’m dying…”
“My whole body really aches.”
Fear spreading to those whose turn was coming soon!
In the midst of this, Karen suddenly muttered.
“So what he meant by defeat him before the semester ends…”
Teacher Ziel, as expected.
Everything he said had a reason.
Ziel gave instructions calmly as if this was the expected result.
“Next 10, get ready.”
The class was just beginning.
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