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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Uncharacteristically...
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Lee Do-jun and Kim Sang-hyuk each headed to the infirmary. While Ryu Ji-ah escorted them, the Class A cadets returned to the classroom for self-study time.
To a hero, nothing is more important than martial prowess. Without strength, there's nothing you can do, so physical training takes top priority. That didn't mean they could neglect theory, though.
The cadets studied theory diligently too. In Taming the Worst Spirits, no character skimps on studying—Wang Ja-hee might be the only exception.
"Practical combat matters more than theory. Little tricks like that are just for the weak."
Wang Ja-hee, who had claimed a seat in the back, grumbled while scanning the cadets. No one paid her any mind. They were outright ignoring her.
Most of the heroines were haughty scholars. They exuded an aura that made them untouchable, so the extra characters couldn't even approach them.
Even so, a few characters hover around the heroines.
The author stages scenes with ominous foreshadowing. He deliberately reeks of NTR vibes. From Lee Do-jun's perspective, every moment feels like a prelude to netorare.
Then he yanks the wheel hard. He slams on the NTR drift. It happened when the story was about eighty percent done.
After that, it turns into a standard NTR novel. Endless descriptions start piling up of the heroines rolling around with other male characters.
I got hit with the betrayal and dropped the novel. I didn't even read the main story—just spammed hate comments. Back then, I couldn't stomach it.
Drag-
The classroom's back door slid open, and Lee Do-jun returned. He was limping, but he looked better than expected. Maybe because the wounds were just from getting beaten—the recovery was incredibly fast.
Even so, was it possible to heal this quickly? In this world, it was. Recovery was another form of spirit intervention.
Fusion. Fuse spirits to create new attributes.
It was a special case. Something only those with talent could pull off.
The infirmary teacher who could do it was, naturally, a villain infiltrating the Academy. Someone who wielded a time-attribute spirit couldn't be ordinary.
Lee Do-jun entered through the back door and made his way to his seat, hobbling awkwardly. He hadn't even gotten proper treatment.
This was all thanks to that one shot from the evil-attribute spirit. The infirmary nurse, Kang Yu-na, was probably pouring all her power into Kim Sang-hyuk.
The moment Lee Do-jun sat down, a boy stood up. He approached Gong Su-ji as if it were the most natural thing, blatantly flirting right in front of the protagonist, Lee Do-jun.
"Su-ji, I saw your one-on-one match. Did you hold back and only use your wind spirit on purpose?"
The boy's name was Yoo Ji-hyuk, from the same royal family as Gong Su-ji—a fourth-generation chaebol heir.
Compared to Gong Su-ji's mature woman's body, Yoo Ji-hyuk still had a boyish frame. He still showed childish traits. But that didn't mean he could be dismissed.
Yoo Ji-hyuk had a distinctive overbearing aura. The predator's presence built up from growing up in a royal family. He looked no different from Lee Do-jun on the surface, but his bloodline as a kingly heir made his vibe completely different.
But that's all it is.
Superior masculinity granted immunity to everything. A healthy body houses a healthy mind, they say. With broad shoulders and a big dick, there was nothing to fear.
I had no intention of handing Gong Su-ji over. Once I'd decided to devour them all behind Lee Do-jun's back, I wouldn't tolerate anyone else. Gong Su-ji's body was mine. I'd claimed it that way.
Black Johnson Anaconda doesn't flinch at Yoo Ji-hyuk. But Lee Do-jun would.
"...What business of yours is it?"
"I'm just curious, that's all. I don't get why you didn't show your full power, honestly. You should show these Class A losers the gap in our levels..."
"Can't you be quiet? Everyone's trying to self-study here."
Gong Su-ji narrowed her eyes and shot Yoo Ji-hyuk a glare. Her voice had a sharp edge, laced with irritation. Yoo Ji-hyuk looked a bit flustered and took a step back.
"Ah, y-yeah... You really don't waste any time, do you."
"Yeah."
"As expected of someone worthy of becoming the next in our family line. Good thing Mother has her eye on you."
"..."
Yoo Ji-hyuk proudly held up his left hand. On his ring finger was a ring—the proof of the engagement between their families.
Lee Do-jun's gaze landed on that ring. He quickly looked away, but it had seared itself into his mind. Pretty Gong Su-ji's face and figure... and Yoo Ji-hyuk, who would claim them.
Demonis is probably cackling right now.
Gong Su-ji turned away as if Yoo Ji-hyuk wasn't worth responding to anymore. She stared at the book on her desk, treating him like he didn't exist.
"You think acting like this will make me hate you? I even find that cute, Su-ji."
Yoo Ji-hyuk chuckled as if he enjoyed it, then returned to his seat. Watching them, I clicked my tongue. Knowing those two would end up together in the end just made me sigh.
Original plot, Lee Do-jun's NTR delusions—none of it mattered. The moment I entered this world, everything had twisted. I couldn't blindly trust the novel I'd read.
What are the odds a derailed train gets back on track? Hoping it stays fine is just delusional. As a black man, I had to devour every visible pussy to savor it properly.
Heroines? They're all mine.
To make that happen, I needed to get stronger myself. Even to prevent the world's destruction, my current state wasn't enough. I needed an even tougher body.
Spirit fusion.
I'm jumping ahead of the plot. The timeline of Taming the Worst Spirits that I knew had become meaningless, but the lore itself wasn't useless.
Fuse the spirits I have. Bring even stronger ones into my body that way. That's how I'll grow powerful.
And then I'll devour the main heroines, sub-heroines, supporting characters, extras—everyone. I won't yield even one to Lee Do-jun or any other guys.
Black men take; they don't get taken.
I planned until Kim Sang-hyuk returned. Were there places to acquire spirits this weekend? Did I have time? I combed through my memories and organized it all.
Drag-
"Go on in and sit down."
"..."
Ryu Ji-ah and Kim Sang-hyuk came back. Kim Sang-hyuk crossed the classroom with a twisted scowl. He shot a menacing glare at Lee Do-jun.
Normally, he'd be scared of Lee Do-jun, but he stuck to his scripted behavior. He planned to pay back the thrashing from the evil-attribute spirit—with his fists.
Lee Do-jun doesn't know how to control Demonis yet. He'll just take it like a dog.
Dokgo Hwaryeon steps in to protect him once, and that's how their bond begins. It starts with Lee Do-jun's one-sided interest and gradually builds into mutual attraction.
Of course, Black Johnson interferes in between. Not really interference, but he reeks of NTR anyway. Sometimes he'd even create an atmosphere like he'd actually done the deed. Meanwhile, Lee Do-jun ignores Demonis's babble and pushes to get stronger.
First, I need to get close to Lee Do-jun.
I decided not to cling to the original plot. But that didn't mean I'd twist everything completely to my whims.
Let it follow the novel's course, but I won't give up what I want. That's the mindset I adopted. My heart felt lighter.
Getting close to Lee Do-jun was part of that. Black Johnson helps Lee Do-jun without asking for anything in return, and Lee Do-jun sees him as a friend.
That's why he endures the weird vibes with the heroines and Demonis's nonsense. Black Johnson wouldn't do that, or so he believes.
I can have both Lee Do-jun and the heroines. With the heroines, add a bit of ulterior motive.
The plan was set. Self-study time ended.
The Academy's education was extremely free. As long as you completed the required courses, it was fine—they didn't demand more from the cadets. Fail, though, and the penalties were brutal.
"We'll end early today. You must be worn out from the one-on-ones."
Ryu Ji-ah dismissed the Class A cadets. Lunch hadn't even happened yet, and the day's classes were over. I grabbed my bag and left the Academy's main building.
The Academy sprawled out like a university campus. The open vista cleared my chest. As an institution the Korean government poured serious funding into, the landscaping was fantastic.
The Korean Hero Academy was a hero-training facility on an artificial island near the East Sea. A bridge connected it to the mainland for easy access. Even so, all cadets lived in the dorms.
Black Johnson hails from Africa. No house for him on the peninsula.
I headed to the dorms. Plenty of other cadets made the same choice. I liked the free atmosphere. If they'd forced high-school-style classes, I wouldn't have lasted.
"Man... They're openly discriminating."
There were three cadet dorm complexes in total. Each differed in size and facilities. They weren't divided by grade, but by grades. Better performance meant access to higher-tier dorms.
Black Johnson ranked in the top ten percent. Thanks to that, he stayed in a Level 3 dorm. Individual rooms were a generous twenty pyeong, with every convenience on the first floor and basement.
Level 2 dorms were average. Six-pyeong studio apartments, but single rooms, so not bad.
Level 1, by contrast, was abysmal. While others enjoyed singles, the bottom fifty percent got stuck with doubles.
Heroes who could contract spirits were already rare—why did the Academy treat them so harshly? You might wonder. Someone even left a comment like that.
The author replied. Don't nitpick his novel. The real world doesn't make sense either—he scolded the reader instead.
Since I got isekai'd into a novel like that, I'll just roll with it.
I decided to see it as a special measure to boost learning motivation. Living in rundown dorms would make you crave better ones, naturally driving self-improvement...
First, head into the dorm.
I toured the room and unpacked. Black Johnson was a neat freak. Uncharacteristically, he'd decorated in white tones—that was his signature touch.
Lunch first...
Then handle the rest.