On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 129
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 129
What Kind of Class Is That
Meanwhile.
Remal wasn’t the only one who had heard rumors about the ‘Dark Ghost’.
“Dark Ghost?”
“Yes, Department Head. It’s a rumor circulating in the slums.”
Academy Personnel Director Locus tilted his head at Lena’s report.
“Dark Ghost is… isn’t that just a simple rumor like you said, Lena?”
“It doesn’t seem to be anymore. Specific rumors are circulating among the Robson Family.”
Rustle.
Locus frowned as he read through the documents Lena handed him.
“Attacked by the Dark Ghost? That ‘King Robson’?”
“Yes. That’s what they say. After investigating from multiple angles, King Robson has apparently given up on entering Siren’s Black Market.”
“Then the one who entered that black market was…”
“Yes. There’s a high possibility it’s the ‘Dark Ghost’ from the rumors.”
Dark Ghost.
At best, it was just another rumor commonly floating around the slums.
But it actually existed?
‘There’s something here.’
Locus opened a locked drawer.
Locus pulled out one of the documents stacked inside.
It contained a list of attendees from the previous Siren’s Black Market.
‘…If I recall that time.’
The appearances of the participants from that time came to mind one by one.
Though they wore masks making perfect identification impossible, there was at least no one who could be assumed to be ‘King Robson’.
“Dark Ghost…”
“Perhaps it’s not actually real but someone borrowing the name of Dark Ghost.”
Locus nodded at Lena’s opinion.
“That’s not wrong. But even so, that would make it real.”
“Yes. It’s currently becoming an existence that receives both fear and respect in the slums.”
“Fear and respect…”
Whoever it was, they were making good use of the rumors.
Actually, it wasn’t necessarily bad.
If this Dark Ghost really was the one who ruined Siren’s Black Market, it was rather a good thing.
‘The problem is that this Dark Ghost can’t possibly be alone…’
What kind of force could it be?
To blow up a black market without anyone knowing and cause this chaos—
‘It’s definitely some major force.’
There’s definitely something there!
“Nothing comes to mind, Lena?”
“Nothing. Unfortunately. But there are two sides looking for the Dark Ghost.”
“Two? One would be Siren… where’s the other?”
“That’s also Siren.”
“…Don’t tell me.”
Siren’s eldest son, Remal.
One was certain.
Then the other one was…
“Yes, it’s the second son Emil Siren.”
“Has the Head of Siren Family started keeping the eldest son in check?”
“It seems so. Using the second son would be the most realistic approach.”
“I heard he was completely pushed aside.”
“He might have been hiding his fangs.”
“Hmm.”
“And there’s one more thing.”
Lena pulled out another document from the papers she was holding and handed it over.
“Recently, five Organization Members belonging to the Robson Family have died or gone missing without anyone knowing.”
Locus received the documents.
Locus pondered over the documents containing testimonies and evidence before asking.
“An assassin?”
“There’s a high possibility. I think Siren sent them.”
“Siren.”
“Since Remal is also chasing the Dark Ghost.”
Tap, tap.
Locus tapped the desk out of habit.
‘Siren’s two sons are competing. Both are chasing the Dark Ghost…’
The already stagnant tracking of Siren.
It seemed like a good opportunity.
“Let’s do it this way.”
Locus withdrew his finger.
“We’ll make contact with Emil Siren’s side.”
Lena’s hand paused as she was pulling out new documents.
“Are you saying you’ll throw your support behind them?”
“That’s right. He might be just as bad as the other guy, but at least he’s better than Remal.”
Bringing down Remal was the best way to bring down the ‘current’ Siren.
‘Then I should be able to find it.’
Locus was the Personnel Director.
On the surface, he had the justification of working for the students.
But that wasn’t his only justification.
‘I might soon see Siren’s underground warehouse.’
Locus was a Secret Arts user.
And Secret Arts users were beings who always pursued their deepest wish.
That wish was hidden in Siren’s underground basement.
“It could be dangerous.”
“Don’t you know, Lena. Don’t forget the most important reason we came to the Academy.”
“But Department Head, like with the black market incident last time, you always put yourself in danger.”
A sigh escaped from Lena’s lips as she lowered her head.
“I’m worried.”
“About me? You, Lena?”
“Yes. Who else would worry about you if not me?”
Even at her seemingly angry appearance, Locus didn’t mind.
“If I can just find my deepest wish, I’ll do anything.”
“It seems like you’ve already received enough recognition from the Department Head, no, from Father.”
“….”
When she touched his sore spot, Locus’s eyebrows twitched.
“Recognition?”
“Isn’t that why you’re doing this? To gain recognition?”
“…Lena.”
“Coming to the Academy with me, searching for your deepest wish—it’s all for that reason.”
Locus was a Secret Arts user.
Even without doing this, he could live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Secret Arts users weren’t the type to live so comfortably, but still, few people took risks to this extent.
“Wouldn’t it be better to just have an open conversation with the Department Head?”
“If he were someone I could do that with, I wouldn’t have gone this far.”
“You haven’t even tried.”
“Enough. I don’t want to hear it. If you don’t like it, Lena, I’ll make contact myself.”
“Department Head.”
“You handle other matters.”
Rustle.
This time Locus handed over documents.
“This is… personnel evaluation materials.”
“That’s right. Sword School has submitted a proposal for formal contract conversion. Follow procedure and go conduct a field evaluation in person.”
The subject of the documents was Ziel.
‘The exchange tournament and… that man I saw during the special support system review.’
“If there are no problems, Sword School Liberal Arts Instructor Ziel Steelheart will become a formal faculty member once the second semester concludes.”
“Historically, there are almost no cases of liberal arts instructors becoming formal faculty…”
“Because they all left before that. Whether voluntarily or involuntarily. Usually it seems more often voluntary.”
Ziel Steelheart.
His achievements were heard of even in the Personnel Department.
Especially his performance during the special support system review was remarkable.
Of all people, a Sword School liberal arts instructor directly confronting Arcane School’s corruption.
Thanks to that, it gave the Personnel Department good justification, the Academic Affairs Director was ousted, and Professor Titus’s influence diminished somewhat.
It was the catalyst that began the reshuffling of power structures within the Academy, just as Locus intended.
“Observe carefully and evaluate well. Submit the report within a month.”
“Understood.”
“And see if we can bring him to the Personnel Department.”
“…The Personnel Department?”
When Lena furrowed her brow, Locus chuckled.
“What, already being wary?”
“No. I’m just surprised you see him as such talent. You don’t easily let people close to you.”
“It’s work anyway. And he is that talented. Who else would boldly charge at Arcane School like that?”
It wasn’t wrong.
Locus was single-minded.
Meaning he had a strong rebellious streak.
Someone who broke conventions and did as he pleased.
‘Is this person a different kind of… single-minded person?’
The man named Ziel Steelheart seemed faithful to rules.
Excessively so.
It would be interesting to see when those two meet.
“Understood. I’ll focus on the evaluation for now.”
Lena organized the documents she had received and nodded, then added one more thing.
“And Department Head, I know I can’t stop you anymore… but please be careful. Please.”
Locus only nodded with a faint smile.
“Just keep a good eye on that kid. Who knows? Maybe two of you together could stop me instead of just one.”
She burst into laughter as if it were absurd, but Lena’s expression quickly darkened after she closed the door and left.
‘Ziel Steelheart.’
Lena, who had checked the entire Sword School schedule, began walking.
It happened to be class time.
The students were desperately trying to adapt.
“I’m, I’m dying…”
“Seriously, how is this class on a completely different level from the last one…”
The magic doll’s setting change!
With the addition of variable logic, it mercilessly knocked down the students who had been slowly adapting over the past month.
Even Delev and Celia couldn’t get their bearings.
“Is this even a class?”
Celia muttered blankly while lying on the auditorium floor.
Delev agreed with her for once.
“I got hit four times before I could even use my swordsmanship…”
The first class after enrollment.
Was it ?
He recalled the memory of being thoroughly beaten by Ziel from the orientation.
Today he felt that same level of helplessness.
“Delev, it’s because you’re slow.”
“Says the person whose swordsmanship got stolen.”
Celia shot up.
“That’s right! You finally admit you stole it!”
“Yeah. It was too easy to steal.”
“Hey, you…”
Behind the trembling Celia, Yurio was completely face-down.
“Physical strength… I’m still lacking a lot…”
Yurio had entered Sword School with swordsmanship alone despite lacking physical strength due to illness.
Now that his illness was cured and his physical strength was growing day by day, his confidence had been at its peak.
Not long ago, he had even easily won against 3rd Year Seniors in a 17 vs 1, no, 3 vs 1 match!
The top-tier students including Yurio who had adapted to the magic doll patterns!
They could now easily last 10 minutes…
“How long did we last?”
“1 minute 15 seconds?”
“I lasted 1 minute.”
That had been reduced to under 2 minutes.
At least Delev, Celia, and Yurio were fortunate.
Most of the mid-tier and lower-tier students couldn’t even last a minute.
Only one person.
“Kuhehe. I lasted.”
Only Quantus, who had the best endurance, lasted over 2 minutes.
“Ann, what is Quantus’s body made of?”
“Muscle.”
“There seems to be some fat too…”
“Just think of it as one of the mysteries of the human body.”
And Ziel was merciless.
“If rest time is over, everyone get up.”
“Ah, Teacher… couldn’t we rest for just one more minute?”
“Then your body will stiffen. Get up. Next group, prepare.”
The students got up with tearful faces.
Maris, who was included in the next group, was staggering over when she suddenly collapsed.
‘I, I can’t use my legs.’
But her expression brightened!
Couldn’t she rest like this?
“Student Maris Sopen, it seems you have muscle cramps in your legs.”
“Yes! That’s right! I think so! Can I rest…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you medical treatment.”
“Yes?”
Tap, tap.
Ziel tapped both legs lightly with his fingertips.
“Try standing up.”
“….”
Surprisingly, the cramps had disappeared.
No, sadly they had disappeared….
“Teacher….”
“No need for thanks.”
Maris screamed inwardly.
Save me, please.
‘As expected of Boss! How does he do that with just one finger?’
Teaching Assistant Gilbert watched this and praised Ziel once again.
“Um, Teaching Assistant. I have a bruise here so I really can’t….”
“Ah, it’s fine. Apply some medicine and it’ll heal.”
“Ugh.”
“Mm. The treatment is perfect. I’ve temporarily reduced the pain so you can move sufficiently.”
Even Gilbert was steadily becoming like Ziel.
There was no escape route anywhere for the students.
“Argh!”
“Ugh!”
Screams filled the air.
Injuries kept occurring.
Gilbert’s hands became busy.
However, there were no serious injuries.
And naturally, no deaths either.
“Your bodies will recover quickly in the next class by repeatedly releasing and filling mana.”
There was no means of making excuses.
This hellish routine where you had to attend the next class to survive!
‘Why did I spend those two nights in front of the Student Affairs Office saying I’d take Teacher Ziel’s class….’
‘No matter how I look at it, this isn’t right. Something seems wrong….’
But Sword School had no course withdrawal system.
The students could never leave this place.
And one person who was watching this class.
“What kind of class is that….”
Lena muttered blankly in a daze.
It was a class she had never heard of or seen in her life.
Sparring was one thing, but the sparring opponents were magic dolls, and the level of those magic dolls was incredible.
Yet the students didn’t stop and kept charging in, getting hit, and sometimes even counterattacking.
Of course, there weren’t many who succeeded in counterattacking.
‘Is there a reason to go this far?’
A tragedy up close, a tragedy from afar.
Then she discovered one surprising fact.
The students were exhausted, but not one of them gave up.
These weren’t even upperclassmen like 4th, 5th, or 6th years with jobs on the line, but 1st years.
Until recently, they would have been living spoiled lives in their families, so how could such a situation arise?
“What is… that?”
And near the end of class.
“That concludes today. I will now call the names of the three students with the highest development today. Celia Rihart, Maris Sopen. And Lydia Rojas.”
“Wow!”
“I did it!”
“Finally, me too!”
She noticed something like cards that Ziel handed to the three students.
“Praise Cards. Celia Rihart, you now have only one left until a prize.”
“Great!”
Gazes mixed with joy and envy.
What exactly was that?
“Everyone work hard. That’s all. I’ll conclude today’s class. As soon as you return, apply ice to wounds and bruises and get sufficient rest. Make sure to consume adequate nutrition as well.”
When class ended, students either crawled away, walked unsteadily, or even lay down on the auditorium floor.
However, though exhausted, all the students either had expectations or were giving themselves feedback on what they lacked in the class just now.
‘How strange… I heard 1st years usually aren’t like this.’
As Deputy Director of Personnel, she had observed other grade levels’ classes several times, but students this motivated, active, and pursuing development were a first.
‘Is it the teacher’s capability? Or did he use some other bait?’
What kind of results would they show in the upcoming practicum?
Just as she was about to leave while pondering the evaluation criteria—
“Deputy Director Lena.”
She flinched.
Lena’s body froze.
‘When on earth?’
When she stiffly turned her head to look, the person she saw was none other than Ziel.
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