The Possessor Has No Desire To Be a Protagonist

014. Week 2 class

Tia hurriedly pulled out the book next to ‘The Hero’s Secret’.

It was a natural transition, as if he had paid attention to the book from the beginning.

“Tia Erze?”

“Oh, someone said it, so it must be Ethan.”

Having said that, he stepped back. At the same time, I naturally put my hands behind my back and hid the book behind me.

“What is going on here?”

Ethan felt sorry for that awkward laugh.

Wouldn’t it be nice to just say that I came here to buy a book? .

“It came from a market research perspective. What about that one?”

“I’m going to buy all the books I promised… .”

“Huh, that’s right. Then, have a good time at work.”

Ethan didn’t catch Tia, who turned around in a hurry.

Tia put the purchased book into her arms.

And as if he ran away, he returned to the dormitory.

‘It almost got into trouble.’

He said he almost found out about his strange taste, but when he thought about it, his heart sank.

I was in such a hurry that I was out of breath.

Tia caught her breath and took out a book in her arms.

ah… .

‘Training warriors and corrupt bitches (Part 2)’

It was written like that in the book, and it had a 19 gold label attached to it. Even the quirky cover.

The woman on the cover had a taste in her eyes, as if she had inhaled a bowl of medicine.

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Just in time, a text arrived from Ethan.

-hello. This is Ethan. When can I give it to you?

One text reminded me of what happened at the bookstore.

“ah… , this stupid. dummy… .”

Tia banged her head against the wall several times.

I was so ashamed that I wanted to die.

Why would you choose a book like this?

“Silly-! dummy-!”

The crow copied Tia’s voice.

“be quiet!”

Tia shouted in a sharp voice.

* * *

Even after texting, Tia did not reply.

By now, you should have seen the title of the book, right?

I sighed at the shopping bag on the table.

Well, it doesn’t matter if I tell you later.

I stared at my shopping bag and left the dormitory.

It was time to be trained by Master.

Training with Sylvia was going well.

I was taught for two hours, the first hour taught the basics and after that it was practice.

During practice, there were cases of sparring.

Dalian time was a miserable time.

The master leisurely blocked my wooden sword with a wooden stick.

Even while using a wooden sword, he was conscious of the swordsmanship he had learned from Sylvia, so he didn’t come out with a surprise attack like before.

“again.”

damn

Wood sticks flew in every time.

I held the beaten crown with both hands.

A smile rose slightly at the sadist teacher’s cold expression.

“Wield your sword consciously every moment. That way, the habit will be corrected.”

Until the swordsmanship he taught naturally came out.

I must have heard that word dozens of times.

It was difficult to change the habit of swordsmanship that had been learned for 10 years.

“It hurts. Master!”

“Are you sick? Beating you breaks my heart.”

Sylvia replied, pressing on her chest.

As if there were no lies.

However, a smile kept creeping on his lips.

After all, Sylvia is a sadist… .

Still, there were results.

After training with Master for a week, the number of times I was hit by the wooden stick decreased dramatically.

It was to the point where I was worried that I was going to be beaten on the head so much that I would become an idiot like this.

“Master. Am I doing it right?”

“Yes. Do it.”

I only practiced the basic posture for a week.

Rather, it seemed that his swordsmanship skills had fallen more than before.

Magical release was also prohibited.

“You lack faith.”

“no. Master.”

“Hmm… .”

Master crossed her arms while holding a wooden stick.

It was now about 8 days left until the appointment date.

Will he be able to pass Master’s test?

That’s been my biggest concern lately.

He could never be kicked out of the academy like this.

Master looked at my complexion.

“You look very worried.”

“no.”

“You don’t even have to lie to me. If you pass this test, I will give you a special reward.”

“A special reward?”

I was shocked at the word special reward.

Actually, do you want to tell me something like a secret secret?

Would you like to hand over something like a secret book?

In fact, I was more curious because it was not in the original story.

I opened my eyes wide.

“Yes, it is a special reward. You look so downhearted, so let’s stake a reward.”

“What is it?”

“It is a secret.”

ah… .

But I had to manage my expression.

He never showed signs of disappointment.

“Wow, I’m really curious.”

“You can look forward to it.”

After speaking, Sylvia cleared her throat and then lifted the wooden stick.

At first, it was just a wooden stick, but now, Master seems to have developed affection for it, and even oiled it and started to manage it.

“Okay, then let’s get back to training.”

“All right.”

And that day, I was hit four times in the head.

* * *

Time passed mindlessly.

Even on weekends, I practiced strength training and swordsmanship.

I will work as a servant while enduring Sepia’s hatred.

That’s how my life and death come and go, but I couldn’t play around on weekends.

Tia still had no answer.

Did you go to a bookstore and buy it?

Or is it because he is too shy to answer?

Probably both.

I thought so, but I almost didn’t have the energy to care about Tia.

And the second week of tolerance classes began.

When I entered the classroom, there was a bird lying there.

It was a half-man, half-bird, a siren.

And Sepia was sitting in the corner of the lecture hall.

Why is she in this class?

Questions popped up in my mind.

It seemed that the courses were changed or added.

Sepia put her chin on her chin and was bored with the current situation.

Before long, Cassia stood on the podium.

“Today we are going to practice mental immunity.”

She clapped loudly, as always.

“Right away! It’s an exercise in enduring while listening to the siren’s song.”

Siren’s song.

Contrary to the public image of an ecstatic and beautiful song, the dragon’s strongest siren inflicts serious mental damage. The moment you hear it, hallucinations are manifested together, which is mentally harmful.

what kind of enchantment It’s a terrible nightmare.

“Now, everyone, please prepare!”

The siren began humming a song.

In an instant, about half of the students stumbled to the siren’s song.

It was dizzy.

It would have been better to hear the scraping of the chalkboard.

That sirennyeon went through the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd verses by herself, and was ready to sing the full song.

“Everyone, whatever nightmare you suffer from, you must overcome it!”

The sight unfolding before my eyes was me holding a single flower.

My image trying to confess on college campus.

I’m trying to confess by being incorporated into Rose Day or something.

no! f*ck stop!

I was handing a bouquet of flowers to my brother-in-law.

Stop the black history!

However, the me in front of my eyes had no intention of stopping the confession.

It’s a drunken serious talk, and you even drink and sing!

‘Yeah, maybe I’m drunk’

I was talking about a love serenade.

you madman! If you’re drunk, go in nicely and have a wife.

I heard my trembling singing voice.

‘sorry. There’s someone else I like.’

I was rejected like a knife by my college classmates.

‘And I hate that song.’

Aww! f*ck.

The sight unfolding before my eyes made me feel as if a seizure button had been pressed.

And the scene changed again.

The scene that appeared in front of me was the 102 supplementary unit.

I was eating chicken ribs there.

My eyes are full of pupils at the tasteless chicken ribs.

And the scene of the ensuing army.

‘I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling on the supplementary table.’

The scene changed again.

I see a tight-fitting guy wearing a private rank insignia.

I was holding the receiver in the phone booth.

‘babe… Let’s break up.’

At those words, I in the phone booth shed tears like chicken droppings.

‘no! stop! Stop it.’

I banged my head on the desk.

Ahh!

The scene went on again.

The news came and I struggled in the phone booth.

And the nightmare that followed was a dream of re-enlistment.

‘I’m a discharged soldier!’

‘Sorry, due to an administrative error… .’

I could see myself rolling in the range.

In the harsh cold of winter in Gangwon-do, the appearance of spending the cold season.

The scene that unfolded again was me trying to bury the writer’s son.

‘Deceive the reader? I can’t stand that.’

I was writing to the community.

stop! Don’t touch that baby. you stupid kid

Don’t take pictures of regrets!

When I woke up, I was breaking out in a cold sweat.

And tears were shed.

Oh, why do I have tears… .

I wiped the tears running down my cheeks.

Suddenly, the siren’s singing stopped.

In the novel, it is said that he dies in a nightmare while struggling to hear the siren’s song.

I seemed to know why.

It shows such a nightmare, but how do you get rid of it?

“Now, everyone, an hour has passed. I’ll take a 10-minute break and then proceed to the second period!”

To be honest, it felt like 10 years had passed, not an hour.

I’d rather drink poison than live with these nightmares for three hours.

I hurriedly looked around.

Our protagonist was 10 years old.

Maybe I have a similar look like that.

I checked the skill window.

——— Skill window

Swordsmanship (Lv4) Elemental magic (Lv3)

Mana management (Lv4) Physical resistance (Lv2)

· Cold resistance (Max) · Cold tolerance (Max)

·Fire resistance (Max) ·Poison resistance (Lv2)

Martial Arts (Lv1) Mental Resistance (Lv1) (New!)

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Last week, with ＜Martial Arts＞ and ＜Elements Class＞, the level of martial arts and mana management had risen. And I never thought I’d acquired ‘spirit resistance’.

It was terrible, but it definitely had an effect.

Looking at Sepia sitting on the edge, I can see her clenching her fists and shaking them.

Oh, our eyes met.

Sepia got up from her seat and went outside.