On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 123

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 123

 

 

An Unprecedented Class (1)

 

 

“Ugh!”

 

Getting hit.

 

“Urgh!”

 

Getting hit again.

 

“Kugh!”

 

Getting hit hard again.

The students were getting beaten to death.

Practice swords without blades.

But they hurt plenty.

Only the presence of a blade differed; the weight was identical.

 

“If it weren’t for the armor, several bones would be broken right now…”

 

Magic dolls set to focus on upper body attacks accordingly.

But Ziel also delivered one piece of devastating news.

 

“Once you get used to it, I’ll set them to enable lower body attacks too.”

 

The students were finally starting to realize.

So this is what Teacher Ziel’s classes were like.

Students who experienced it last semester had their confidence boosted.

Students who hadn’t experienced it didn’t really know what to expect.

For those reasons, they were experiencing the difficulty of Ziel’s classes that they had either forgotten or never known.

 

“This is really brutal…”

 

Lydia.

The only student among those who didn’t take the class last semester to rise to the position of practical group leader.

Even Lydia was sprawled out breathing heavily, so it went without saying for the other first-time students.

Gilbert had been providing first aid to students all day long.

 

“Boss, the students are having a really hard time.”

“That’s normal.”

“I, I see… Ah!”

 

Gilbert suddenly realized.

 

‘This is Boss’s policy.’

 

The intention to work them as hard as possible and only recruit the survivors into the organization!

 

‘As expected of Boss. Since it’s an elite organization, he intends to select them well in advance.’

 

Output level 9 setting.

Even future knight order invitations and sparring matches.

There were reasons for classes of intensity unimaginable at the first-year level.

One particularly unusual fact was also confirmed.

 

‘They’re all probably children from well-off families.’

 

Not a single student among them expressed any complaints.

Not all noble children are like this, but quite a few would rebel when things get tough.

Instead, they were just sprawled out from exhaustion, but if they had any stamina left, they looked ready to charge in somehow.

 

‘Just what kind of organization is he trying to build…’

 

The mysterious identity of the organization!

He couldn’t dare guess the intention, but one thing was certain.

The birth of the ultimate shadow organization that even ‘Black Sky’ couldn’t compare to!

 

“Stop. The last group ends their sparring here too.”

 

The sparring with 40 magic dolls was finished.

Time had passed in an instant.

The students’ participation styles varied.

While some students were busy gasping for breath from exhaustion after their sparring turn ended.

There were also students like Delev and Celia who couldn’t take their eyes off other people’s magic doll sparring even when it wasn’t their turn.

One of the students raised their hand.

 

“Teacher… I’m not saying I can’t do it, but can we do this for the entire semester…?”

“It sounds like you’re saying you can’t do it, Student Rick Otton.”

“No, absolutely not! I have no intention whatsoever of dropping the class!”

“Is that so. You can definitely do it for the entire semester. That’s why I didn’t include physical training in the other class I’m teaching.”

 

.

That was exactly the class.

Actually, Rick had a different reason for asking this.

 

‘I’m also taking major courses, so it won’t be easy to manage both…’

 

Students nodding at Rick’s words.

 

‘We’re not just taking Teacher’s classes…’

‘Really, if we do this for the entire semester, our whole bodies won’t survive…’

 

Another student brought up that point.

 

“We… 1st year students have many major courses in the second semester…”

“What does having many major courses have to do with anything?”

“That… there’s a lot of assignments and now I’m learning swordsmanship in my major too…”

“I don’t see what that has to do with my class.”

 

Omar couldn’t answer Ziel’s question.

The students inwardly wailed.

 

‘Of course, there’s no way Teacher Ziel would care about that.’

 

“If you’re worried about injuries, don’t bother. You’ll recover quickly during this semester.”

 

Ahem.

Gilbert, who was in charge of first aid today, puffed out his chest proudly.

 

‘I am pretty quick with my hands.’

 

“So just focus on the class. If you faithfully reflect on the feedback and put in effort, you’ll all be able to achieve your goals by the end of the semester.”

 

A merciless teacher!

But the students who had already taken his classes knew.

The moment they overcame it, they would grow by one step, no, several steps.

 

“This Magic Doll class is an extension of last semester’s Physical Training and Self-Defense Arts classes. You will train in swordsmanship in earnest through magic dolls. Previously you had no sparring partners, but this time is different.”

 

The proof of that belief in growth was right here.

 

“First. Since you happened to speak up, let’s start with student Omar Lucon. In sparring, you took a total of 15 hits from your assigned magic doll, and blocked 1 of those hits.”

 

So that was why he had been taking notes the whole time?

But Ziel continued speaking without even glancing at his notes.

 

“Of the total 15 hits, 3 were upper left attacks, 5 were upper right attacks, and of the remaining 7, 2 were to the head and 5 were rear attacks. You responded quickly to upper left attacks but couldn’t respond to rear attacks at all.”

 

He was going through the sparring content point by point.

 

“The reason you couldn’t respond to rear attacks is your foot positioning and dynamic vision. Your basic stance of extending your left foot too far forward is hindering your response to attacks from outside your field of vision. Your dynamic vision is the same. Your detection is slow. You were about 1 second slower compared to other students.”

 

Omar’s mouth gradually fell open as he listened to the feedback.

 

‘How does he see all of this?’

 

What was even more surprising was something else.

 

’10 people were sparring simultaneously and he saw all of this…?’

 

Most were students taking the class for the first time.

But the students who had already taken it just nodded earnestly, thinking ‘of course.’

It wasn’t particularly surprising anymore.

The feedback continued without pause.

After finishing feedback for all the students, Ziel checked the time.

 

‘Could it be?’

‘Oh, surely not!’

 

“20 minutes left. Take time to reflect on the feedback you just received. Everyone stand up.”

 

There was no such thing as early dismissal in Ziel’s classes.

 

 

An unusual rumor spread through the Siren Family.

The rumor that Remal had gone mad and was imprisoning mages underground.

Mages were omnipotent by virtue of their qualifications alone.

Being able to use magic was like a dream for ordinary people, and those few who could do this dreamlike thing were treated as rare talents and received tremendous treatment.

However, that was only when compared to other people.

 

“Remal.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Why did you imprison the family’s mages in the underground prison?”

 

The head of the Siren Family.

His father, Alter Siren, now old and unable to move easily, asked.

Remal answered nonchalantly.

 

“Because they gave me wrong information.”

“About the Dark Ghost?”

“Yes. No such thing exists in this world. After all, rumors circulating in areas where only the poor live together are obvious, aren’t they.”

“There’s no harm in being careful. Have you forgotten the family motto? Magic…”

“Begins from stories. Yes. I know well. I’ve heard it hundreds of times since childhood. Now it’s so ingrained in my bones that just hearing the word ‘story’ makes me absolutely sick of it.”

“Remal, you…”

 

Such rudeness was unthinkable behavior from a son aiming for succession.

But Alter no longer had the strength to stand up and grab him by the collar like before.

10 minutes a day.

That was all the time he could move around.

 

“Anyway, I don’t care about such rumors. I’m personally looking into it, but I think it’s nothing special.”

“Remal, you must be careful of rumors. Especially if you want to succeed in what you’re planning.”

 

Remal’s hand, which had been fidgeting with the tip of his wand, paused.

 

“You knew?”

“Though my body has aged, my mind is still sharp. My eyes and ears exist everywhere. Do you think the family’s mages follow you?”

 

They follow Siren, not you.

There was meaning behind his words.

At those words that seemed to pierce to the bone, Remal’s eyebrows twitched.

 

“That will change soon, Father.”

“…Our family is sufficient as it is. Why do you harbor greater greed?”

“The person who used to say such things, what did you tell your two sons when you were young? Now that you’ve grown old and even moving has become inconvenient, are you afraid?”

 

Had his realization come too late.

In the end, regret welled up at the thought that he himself had made Remal this way…

 

‘I won’t be able to stop him.’

 

Was his eldest son’s reckless actions a path toward destruction?

Or was it a path racing toward the dream of becoming the Empire’s greatest family that he had dreamed of in his youth and that his son had now been instilled with?

Perhaps…

It might be both.

 

“Before Father closes his eyes, I will make this family the greatest. Kundel, Rihart, and… even the Imperial Palace will bow before us.”

 

He deeply regretted the past when he had whipped him all night long, saying he must become a successor worthy of the greatest family.

 

“So Father just needs to declare himself as the head of the Empire’s greatest family, then pass that family down to me.”

“…”

“I’ll be going now.”

 

Remal left the room.

The door closed, and Alter stared silently into empty space for a long while.

The series of plans to create an assassination group.

No matter how much he thought about it…

 

Beep.

 

When he pressed the magically connected button, the Head Butler immediately opened the door and entered.

 

“Did you call for me, Family Head?”

“Go and bring Emil.”

“Yes. I’ll inform the Second Young Master right away.”

 

In the end, was there no choice but to give power to his second son?

While Alter was in desperate contemplation.

 

Click.

 

Remal returned to his room and grinned, lifting the corners of his mouth.

 

‘Father has grown senile. Now… there’s no one left to stop me.’

 

Though there had been setbacks in the plan, the assassination group was being created as scheduled.

To perfectly control the brainwashed assassins, he needed to discover the secret of brainwashing, but that was just a matter of time.

Currently, there were only two things that concerned Remal.

 

‘Dark Ghost. No matter how I think about it, it can’t possibly exist.’

 

The Dark Ghost that the two foolish mages imprisoned in the jail had commonly mentioned.

Sigrim had already completed his first report.

He had investigated but it amounted to nothing more than rumors.

By the time of the second report, he would be even more certain.

 

‘The problem is the Necromancer King’s heart.’

 

While the Dark Ghost didn’t exist, the bastard who stole the Necromancer King’s heart definitely existed.

That explosion incident that occurred at the black market.

If it were a coincidence, the vault would never have been robbed.

He had interrogated all the guys who were guarding around the vault at the time, but they said they saw nothing…

 

‘It’s the work of a professional. Definitely.’

 

If only he could get a lead.

The Necromancer King’s heart had to be recovered somehow.

So Remal was currently sending people to all existing black markets within the Empire, keeping his senses sharp.

The only place such a dangerous item could be sold was the black market.

 

‘They’ll get caught soon. If even the smallest trace shows… I’ll show them the terror of Siren.’

 

Remal clenched his fist tightly.

 

‘But what on earth are they plotting to do with the Necromancer King’s heart?’

 

His mind was also in chaos.

An item that was practically neglected because no one within Siren could handle it.

There must be a good reason for taking it…

 

‘It must be something tremendous.’

 

But the Necromancer King’s heart was being used in a place and method that Remal could never have imagined.

 

“From now on, you will receive classes on cultivating and training your mana.”

 

At the same time.

Academy lecture hall.

Unlike the auditorium where regular classes were held, 40 students sat with only a gap of one or two people between them.

 

“What’s that?”

“Teacher must have brought something again.”

 

For some reason, the students’ gazes were directed not at Ziel but elsewhere.

Specifically at the mysterious object Ziel had placed on the podium.

Though they couldn’t see it clearly as it was contained in an opaque glass case, if it was Teacher Ziel, he must have prepared something amazing again!

 

“You’ll consume a lot of mana during the mana cultivation and breathing training process, but if you use this, you can recover immediately.”

“So is it like a mana recovery potion?”

“Similar, Student Maris Sopen. It just has a bit more capacity.”

“Ah.”

 

Everyone had no particular suspicions.

So naturally, he had no idea whatsoever.

The object contained in that opaque case.

That it was the Siren Family’s heirloom, and until recently, one of the most dangerous objects in the world—

 

‘At this level, it should be more than enough to last the entire semester.’

 

The Necromancer King’s Heart.

What reaction would the Necromancer King have shown if he had known that his heart, containing his mighty mana, was being used as class material for students?

 

“Then I’ll call attendance.”

 

Ziel’s second class was beginning.

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