It’s an Academic Fact That Rankers Are Model Students – Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Troublemaker (1)

A thesis led by Kyung-joon and published by Ezeri.

The paper, whose title alone was 76 characters long, something about a heat pump, changed the life of a master’s student who had failed to graduate five times, turning him into a 10 billion scout overnight. And with that, it caused a huge sensation at the Fairy-Elven Magic Academy, a place of learning.

And today.

The morning of the last Sunday, the third week of the Fael Festival.

From early in the morning, the front of the Scroll Department tree was crowded with students who had gathered to protest and students who had come to watch.

Crowded!

The crowd was divided into two, left and right, with the Scroll Department tree as the boundary.

On the left side, a man stood on a platform and shouted loudly through an amplified magic spell.

“I, Zot Kalisberg! Representative of Those Who Tear Paper! And as a representative of the students of Fael University, I speak! Right now, the Scroll Department must clarify all corruption and fraud related to Kyung-joon and scroll programming!”

“Clarify!”

As the representative, Zot, shouted, they echoed his words.

Zot didn’t stop and pressed on with momentum.

“Immediately expel the parachuted otherworlder Kyung-joon along with his master’s degree!”

“Expel him!”

Zot Kalisberg.

He was the representative of the Anti-Scroll Programming Solidarity, also known as ‘Those Who Tear Paper’.

Clearly, Kyung-joon was the cause of this mess, but it was all according to Zot’s intentions that things had escalated to this point.

The day after the festival talent show, after hearing various stories from the conspiracy theory club, the Illuminati, Zot decided to turn it from a mere conspiracy into an established fact.

He went straight to V.O.F.E., Fael University’s newspaper club, and delivered a scoop, or rather, a story that would become a scoop.

A very provocative story that subtly mixed plausible speculation with visible truth.

To such a story, Zot added righteousness.

For example.

『Let’s thoroughly investigate all corruption and fraud related to the parachuted talent Kyung-joon and the Scroll Department, and restore the fairness of the Magic Academy that has been damaged by this!』

Fairy-Elven Magic Academy, where admission is determined solely on merit, regardless of family background.

And the students of Fael University, who went through all sorts of hardships to get in.

The news that he had been ‘accepted through bribery without proper procedure’ was unacceptable to them.

In particular, the students of the Magic Tool Department, who invested the most time and effort in their studies due to the nature of their department, were directly hit by this.

Zot delved deeply into this point, and eventually, the students, who usually valued individualism and didn’t even see each other’s faces, came together for the first time in a long time.

And the pre-existing structure of Magic Tool VS Scroll also played a part.

Anyway, Zot’s plan was very successful.

As a result, he was able to rise to the position of representative of Those Who Tear Paper from his class president without much difficulty.

Of course.

Not everyone at the Magic Academy was trying to drive out Kyung-joon.

Kyung-joon’s support group, which had swelled up in an instant without him even knowing it.

They were 『Scrollpia』.

Edict, the chairman of Scrollpia and the class representative of the Scroll Department, shouted at Those Who Tear Paper with the same amplified magic.

“Listen up, you stupid paper-tearers who don’t recognize the greatness of scroll programming and Kyung-joon-nim! What kind of university logic is it to talk about corruption and fraud without even reading a single letter of the thesis! We don’t need fools who can’t tell a gem from a stone at Fael University!”

“We don’t need them!!”

Scrollpia did not back down at all and confronted Those Who Tear Paper head-on.

Both groups looked like they would jump at each other at the slightest provocation.

Of course, if it were a protest in the reality of the 21st century, they wouldn’t actually attack even if they thought about it.

But this wasn’t reality, it was a virtual world, a World.

Edict turned around and welcomed the Scrollpia members in front of him with open arms.

“There’s no cure for stupidity! No matter how much you tell those stupid beasts who don’t understand words, they won’t change! The only thing left to do is to grab them and beat them like dogs! Come on, Scrollpia! Let’s make sure those morons over there know better from today onwards! Everyone! Take out your scrolls!”

“Waaah!”

Scrollpia let out a fierce roar in unison.

And at the same time, they each took out a piece of paper from their inventory.

Of course, it wasn’t ordinary paper.

[Magic Wand Scroll for Protest – Scrollpia Style Writing]

▶When you roll the scroll and channel mana, a wand imbued with mana is created. A safety device is engraved so that it hurts a lot if you get hit by it, but it doesn’t cause major injuries. It’s written with the new writing style of scroll programming, so it lasts about 10 times longer than usual.

▶Scroll Programming//Writeright P.C.778 presented by Kyung-joon with Scrollpia

▶Item Grade: Rare

Ziiiiing!

Ziiiiing! Ziiiiing! Ziiiiing!

When everyone rolled up their scrolls and channeled mana, they became like lightsabers.

If you think that’s all, you’re mistaken.

The scrolls taken out by those at the forefront became magic shields, those in the middle became magic bows and arrows, and others became staffs, daggers, spears, and so on.

Originally, scrolls were magic that pursued ‘instantaneous firepower’ rather than ‘sustainability’.

Therefore, such magic weapon scrolls are very inefficient.

On average, magic weapon scrolls last less than five minutes and run out of mana after a few swings.

But the ‘magic weapons written with scroll programming’ that they were holding now were different.

The efficiency and power, which had been increased several times due to scroll programming, allowed them to function like magic tools, surpassing scrolls.

And this.

“Ugh……! These b@stards!!”

It was an immense humiliation for Those Who Tear Paper, which consisted mostly of Magic Tool Department students.

Zot contorted his face like a tiger’s stripes and shouted as the representative of Those Who Tear Paper.

“They dared to take out their papers! Who are we! We are Those Who Tear Paper! Everyone! Take out your weapons! The weapons that will tear apart their papers!”

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Those Who Tear Paper took out their weapons – magic tools – that looked similar to what Scrollpia was holding, but actually worked on a completely different principle.

And then.

“They’ve thrown the orthodoxy and history that the Alliance has built up over the years to the ground! And they’re defiling our Magic Academy! Our Fairy-Elven Alliance! With unverified evil knowledge! Those papers aren’t even good enough to wipe your ass with! Let’s go tear them apart!!”

As Zot shouted and stretched out his right hand forcefully,

“Waaah!!”

Those Who Tear Paper charged forward with a roar.

Scrollpia was not going to just stand there and wait for them to come.

“What? Toilet paper?! Those Who Tear Paper, my ass! Go tear your own asses!”

“Kyung-joon-nim is the greatest!”

“For the true path of Scrollpia! For the stagnant magic and the Alliance! Fight!”

“Waaah!!”

Bang! Boom! Crash!

Thus, Scrollpia and Those Who Tear Paper clashed in a massive confrontation.

All sorts of magic spheres flew around, and torn papers and broken magic tools were scattered everywhere.

Complete chaos.

On the last day of the Fael Festival, the front of the Scroll Department tree was a scene of utter chaos.

More leisurely than any other festival!

“Aaaargh!”

“Ugh…!”

“Gah!”

Thud!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Countless people were flung out like popcorn due to the clash between the two groups.

If left alone, they could be trampled on by others and seriously injured.

To prevent this, tents set up by the Magic Healing Department were placed throughout the protest site.

This was a safe zone that both Scrollpia and Those Who Tear Paper had agreed not to attack.

“Mother! I brought the collapsed students!”

“Oh my, already? Lay them all down here.”

“Yes!”

And it was also a kind of respawn area where they received treatment and went back to fighting.

<Angel of All Patients>

▼Teina Sebra (NPC)

Honorary Professor of the Magic Healing Department, AKA, Mother Teina.

Known to go wherever there is a fight, she heard the news of a huge fight breaking out during this Fael Festival and came to help treat the students.

Thanks to her, the already short-handed Magic Healing Department was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Mother! It’s done!”

“Good.”

Teina clasped her hands together towards the collapsed students on the floor and gently closed her eyes.

Soon, Teina’s soft, pink-colored mana enveloped the entire bodies of the collapsed students.

And then, she began to mutter with her eyes closed.

It looked like she was praying, but the content was completely different.

“Patient number 1, minor laceration on the left arm. Extensive burns around the waist, left ankle sprain, minor abrasions and contusions on both eyes. Patient number 2, burns from a fireball all over the abdomen, more than half of the upper and lower incisors fractured. Patient number 3, mana circuit overload due to……”

Wooooong!

As she spoke the patient’s number and diagnosis, mana seeped into the corresponding wounds.

“……Patient number 17, no injuries, just a mild concussion. Nomi d’la dianios (Diagnosis) complete.”

After reciting the diagnoses of all the collapsed patients, she lowered her elf ears slightly in reverence and uttered the last word of the spell.

“Lequberason (Recovery).”

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Mother’s loving words echoed innocently.

Swoosh!

The wounds were healed in an instant.

“Oh! Respawned!”

“Let’s go again! You b@stard! You’re the one who hit the back of my head, right?!”

“Yeah! It was me! What are you gonna do about it?!”

And the patients immediately regained consciousness and were ready to fight again.

Seeing the hot-blooded patients, Teina chuckled and stopped them.

“Oh my, oh my. Look at you, full of energy~ But everyone, there are other patients here, so please fight outside~”

“Yes! Thank you for the treatment! Mother! ……You b@stard, you’re dead meat once we’re outside the safe zone.”

“Look at you, talking big after getting knocked out with one hit. Yeah, let’s see about that. ……Mother! Thank you as always! We’ll be back!”

And with that, the respawned students immediately went back outside the safe zone and resumed fighting with the opposing camp.

A Magic Healing Department student, watching the fierce confrontation in real-time, asked Teina with a worried expression.

“Mother, are you sure it’s okay……? It seems a bit too much, even for a festival……”

“Hehe, it’s fine.”

Unlike the student, Teina didn’t seem worried at all.

Rather, she had a motherly smile on her face as she watched the energetic future (?) patients.

Teina answered the Magic Healing Department student’s question with a motherly smile.

“Children grow up fighting~ Just like bones become stronger after being broken once. And compared to the festivals when I was in school 700 years ago, this is nothing~ Back then, we probably dealt with more corpses than treatments.”

“Huh…… That was a festival……?”

“That’s right~ Come to think of it, it was more of a war than a festival. The Demon King wasn’t sealed yet, and it was that kind of era.”

Teina smiled bitterly for a moment, remembering those days.

Back then, 700 years ago, she had saved countless lives, but she had also seen countless deaths.

Death did not discriminate – enemy, ally, blood relative, friend, teacher, no one was spared.

And speaking of teachers, one person came to mind.

“Hehe, I never imagined I’d see that person’s magic again after 700 years. He would be delighted if he knew.”

“What? What do you mean?”

The Magic Healing Department student couldn’t hear Teina’s wistful mutter because it was too noisy in the midst of the battle.

“It’s nothing~”

Teina didn’t seem to have intended for her to hear it, so she just let it slide.

And as she returned to her chair in the tent, she watched the chaotic fight unfold.

Then, she closed her eyes.

A familiar way of using mana, one that she had no choice but to forget for nearly 700 years, could be felt from all directions.

“Really…… Like master, like descendant, they’re both troublemakers wherever they go.”

The descendant that Teina was referring to was,

Of course, Kyung-joon.

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