The Demon King’s Academy

Volume 2, Chapter 12

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Chris was walking down the hallway carrying a pile of books.

‘This is Terran.’

I’m still not used to it.

Compared to the 2nd and 3rd years, I can’t say that I’ve been using the classroom building for a long time, but that’s why the change was even more dramatic.

In an abandoned house where it wouldn’t be strange if I collapsed at any moment.

“Ugh… It’s burdensome.”

The classroom building, which had changed like the imperial castle, was putting strange pressure on Chris, who was just a farmer’s son.

but nonetheless.

Kwak.

I feel good.

Although the reason he entered Terran was that his father, who had gone crazy over a bad harvest, sold himself for the purpose of receiving a subsidy.

Some of the lower academies, such as Terran, were unable to fill the quota every year, and if the quota was not met, the academy’s qualifications would be lost, so it was forced to adjust the quota.

To do so, they buy students.

The students who were sold for money like that.

– It’s hell.

Rumors that he was living an academy life like hell, Chris had also heard.

No matter how dubious Terran is, most of them are the offspring of nobles who have flocked from all over the continent.

Some of them were sons of great nobles, and there were also those like royalty.

Commoners sold.

– It would be easier to think of it as a servant.

not a student

taking on their errands.

– A servant who is bullied a lot.

Sometimes you have to vent their anger.

Countless commoners enter the academy every year.

However, among them, the number of commoners who graduated was not even a fraction of the number enrolled.

drop out

If you do that, it’s not enough that your subsidies will be cut off, and your family will be arrested.

– You’re going to die.

Most die while being bullied at the academy.

In the name of experimenting with magic, in the name of being the object of sparring.

Like commoners, no matter how many times they die, the great nobles won’t blink an eye.

Taking out resentments, serving as attendants, that was the fate of commoners who entered the academy.

However.

that buck

Terran was different.

no, that would have changed.

It’s a hard day like every day, and since the scary devil is the principal, no one even thinks of having an accident.

Although the demon king hadn’t killed the student yet, it was because he thought it wouldn’t be strange if he changed his mind at any moment.

so comfortable

Furthermore.

-Moo Bong Chris.

Chris could say he had a new life here.

Originally, nobles who couldn’t even look up mixed swords with themselves.

– Chris!

aim for yourself and strive

Sometimes I couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality.

That’s why.

‘hero.’

The vague word grew too big in Chris’s mind.

‘I want to be a hero.’

I wanted to continue to feel this feeling.

I wanted to feel that I was a person of value, so that I could be equal to them.

Even now.

stop.

Even now.

Chris stopped.

“… … .”

A blue-haired young man stood in front of him.

Chris hesitated for a while, thinking about it.

“Oh, hello.”

He nodded quietly and said goodbye.

but within

‘it’s crazy.’

Rebuking himself for his actions, he did not dare to raise his head.

The person he greeted earlier was someone he would never have even looked up at or talked to.

“Chris from 1st year Class A”

“… … !”

he recognizes himself

Chris raised his head involuntarily.

okay. nice to meet.

“… … .”

Chris couldn’t even recognize what emotions he was feeling right now.

“I heard the story. It’s dumb. It was a surprising story to me that the first year A class teamed up to catch you.”

“That, like that… .”

“Are you taking this class”

Chris couldn’t come to his senses, but soon realized his mistake and said

Yes!

Terran has changed to a selective class system, and for the time being, the division of grades has become meaningless.

It was also common for first graders to take classes with third graders and second graders to take classes with third graders.

Classes are not yet subdivided, and the number of subjects is small.

The class Chris wanted to take was called the worst of them all and was unpopular.

“I guess you want to be a hero.”

geography.

A class nobody listens to.

But that’s why it was the best class to get good grades, and good grades would be the stepping stone for Chris to become a hero.

excellent.

“… … .”

Chris stopped like a broken seconds hand.

If you do not mind… .”

Is this a dream now

Or is it real

“Will you listen with me”

The opponent is someone you wouldn’t dare to talk to even if you looked up at it.

It was the Crown Prince of the Franz Kingdom, Karl Franz.

purr.

Chris couldn’t control the shaking of his body.

“Where are you sick”

“Oh no!”

I managed to raise mana and suppress my trembling body.

In the newly built classroom building, in that grand classroom, there were only two people in class.

Chris, and Karl Franz.

“Lessons… I’ll start… . This year… There are many students… .”

Standing on the podium was an old man whose expression would be ambiguous.

‘Isn’t that rich enough’

heard the rumors

Gossip from a geography teacher.

-I heard that you are over ninety.

– Must be over a hundred years old

A geography teacher who is also called the Earthly Spirit of Terran.

He stood on the podium, having survived this incident with Louis as principal.

Today is… .”

There are stories about when he was on Terran, but no one knew exactly when.

Geography teacher, Benport.

He was one of a kind among the terran teachers.

An ordinary teacher who has had some accident, is in madness, or is not a single being.

A teacher like an ornament that quietly decorates Terran.

especially… you guys… would like… A story worth telling… don’t do one… .”

Benfort’s voice, as dangerous as a candle, echoed through the classroom.

“In the dungeon… about… .”

“… … !”

Chris raised his eyes.

Today was the first time I took a geography class.

I came here to take as many classes as possible in order to get a comprehensive grade in the future.

‘A dungeon’

I didn’t expect to hear about dungeons from my geography teacher.

“Nothing so surprising.”

Carl speaks warmly to Chris from the side.

“Dungeons are important to the geography of the continent.”

…

“Yes… .”

Benport says.

“A dungeon occurs… Continental geography fluctuates… Because it often happens… .”

then.

“At the origin of the dungeon… about… Do you know”

At Benfort’s question, Carl quietly raised his glasses and said,

“The dungeon of an ancient kingdom, a collapsed castle trapped in the ground… The secret storage of the hermit wizard… .”

countless origins.

“I heard that this place was created by dragons as a game.”

Benport’s wrinkled mouth rises.

‘Isn’t it rich… .’

Chris was grotesque, but he had no choice but to listen to what Benport said.

That is… It’s an established theory… .”

An orthodoxy recognized by the Society.

However… .”

Benfort laughs again.

“To be treated as a heretic… I have a hypothesis… . Have you ever heard… ”

Then Carl took off his glasses and nodded.

Carl had apparently taken geography classes for the past three years.

“Spontaneous Generation.”

Dungeons are something that happens naturally, not something someone made.

That’s why they are sometimes found in the basement of the capital, and unexpectedly found on top of the mountain range.

“Yes… Dungeon maybe… .”

shit.

Benport smiles again.

“It wasn’t made by anyone… It might be a door leading to somewhere… .”

inside a dark cave.

Flash.

Red eyes were shining in all directions.

“Kreur.”

A resounding cry spreads out in a gloomy manner.

They slowly emerge from the darkness.

“Orc.”

They were orcs.

They were large green bodies, barely covering important parts and wearing iron armor all over their bodies.

It was the Orc that was treated as a mid-level monster on the continent.

However.

“Kurrrrrr!”

Dungeon Orcs are different.

Orcs in dungeons are more ferocious than Orcs on the continent, and their nature is alive.

Moreover, regenerative power comparable to that of a troll is a tricky existence.

– Gold grade.

If humans had discovered this dungeon, they would undoubtedly have given it a gold rating.

Orcs approached with bladed axes and glaives.

The number was almost over 100.

However, those who would be his opponents were so relaxed that they seemed to have no inspiration whatsoever.

Did that look hurt your self-esteem

“Kreuk!”

The moment an orc came running fast and tried to swing an axe.

flinch.

He stopped right there.

“Ferocity isn’t bad either.”

Those who passed by the orcs, speaking as if evaluating them.

Pew!

As they passed, the orc exploded and died on the spot.

“Krrrr… .”

The cries of the orcs have changed.

The monsters in the dungeon feel nothing except for the instinct to kill.

It neither eats nor sleeps, and thinks only of killing.

Emotions such as fear or fear did not exist to them from the beginning.

So it was.

“Kreur… .”

feeling for the first time.

thud!

It was further maximized and dominated the Orcs.

Purple eyes shimmering in the dark.

“Demon King. May I erase all these menial things”

I was frightened by Louis’ presence.

“I would have said that it was used as a midterm exam.”

“However, it is a sin of daring to raise a weapon against the demon king.”

A shadow shimmers behind Hellebron, who was next to him.

“Krrrr… !”

Now the orcs were on their knees and tears were pouring from their eyes.

fear fear

something deeper than that.

The survival instinct to want to live.

“I cannot forgive you.”

“It’s a bug that hasn’t bitten yet. I wonder if there is anything left in the world until I get rid of the existence that is annoying.”

“… … .”

“Not bad.”

Louie’s path.

All the orcs were on their knees with only red eyes twitching.

And they seem to be taking it for granted.

“Kreuk.”

I was lying down and groaning.

it’s an instinct

Their instincts told them that they had to do this in front of an absolute ruler.

“The water is fine, and the topography is not bad.”

Louie evaluated everything and proceeded.

-Maou-nim, how many can I take It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Dungeon Orc.

Let O’Henry speak to Louie in a soft voice.

“I will allow you that much.”

Louis’ permission fell.

O’Henry’s shimmering eyes.

The moment his mouth was torn open.

Wow!

Black hands stretched out from his shadow and wrapped around the necks of six orcs.

“Kreuk! Kruck!”

“Krurrrr!”

Orcs writhing in pain.

– Children. Don’t struggle. You will be liberated from that fear and fear, and it will make you feel a deep sense of fullness.

It rustles and the flesh falls off.

some of them.

Whoops!

He was drawn by the black hand and sucked into O’Henry’s shadow.

The ones that didn’t get sucked in.

“Kreurreuk!”

He felt pain in his swollen body.

Soon, their green skin turns black, and their red eyes shimmer with purple.

– Hee hee. There are more cleaners.

Death Orc.

They stood in front as if escorting Louis’ party.

– I will come to guide you.

An unstoppable ruler was walking through the dungeon.