[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 159

In a corner of the Guild Hall, there was the vice-leader’s office of Silver Wings. There, Yu Bit-na was looking over some documents.

*Thud!*

Without even a knock, the door swung open, and a short-haired subordinate walked in. Yu Bit-na’s brow furrowed slightly as she saw him.

“Vice-leader Bit-na!”

“What.”

“There’s that person you were interested in earlier today.”

This subordinate always came to her with nonsense whenever he got the chance.

At his words, Yu Bit-na, who hadn’t been paying attention, finally put down the documents she was reading.

“Han Ga-eul?”

“Yeah, that was the name, right?”

Yu Bit-na’s brow furrowed again.

“Are you here to report, or what?”

“Haha. Not really a report, just something I overheard.”

“Why are you here instead of Jong-gil?”

Her already cold demeanor, which often led to misunderstandings, now had an icy tone to match. Bong Sang-hoon, who had barged into the vice-leader’s office after hearing the story from the Scouter, instantly regretted his decision.

“Well… haha.”

Seeing Bong Sang-hoon trying to brush it off with his usual awkward smile, Yu Bit-na couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Sigh, so?”

“That friend enrolled today and had their awakening ceremony, but apparently, all their ability stats are F?”

“What?”

“Not just F, but F-minus, they say.”

“Haha.”

Bong Sang-hoon’s eyes widened.

This was the first time he had ever seen Yu Bit-na laugh like that in all his years in the guild.

“Uh… why?”

“Did Jong-gil see it too?”

“Yeah…?”

Since it was information directly from Silver Wings’ Scouter, Jo Jong-gil, there was no way it could be wrong.

While Bong Sang-hoon stood there dumbfounded, Yu Bit-na burst into laughter again.

“How stupid do you have to be to say something like that? You saw the Ogre that Han Ga-eul took down yourself, right?”

“Yeah, I saw it.”

Even though he had seen it, Bong Sang-hoon couldn’t believe it. He thought maybe Han Ga-eul had used some disposable artifact passed down from their family.

There were families like that. Ones that passed down old, worn-out artifacts as family heirlooms.

Bong Sang-hoon thought Han Ga-eul must have used something like that.

Otherwise, it was impossible for an individual to take down an Ogre, which usually required the main forces of a mid-to-low-tier guild, so easily.

And an ordinary person who hadn’t even awakened yet? That premise didn’t make any sense to begin with.

“Sang-hoon, were there any scars on the Ogre’s body?”

“Uh…”

Bong Sang-hoon felt a chill run down his spine at her suddenly soft tone.

He had handed the Ogre’s corpse over to a dismantler, but apart from the crushed wrists and broken neck, there were no signs of sword wounds.

“They just overpowered it with strength and broke its neck.”

“No, that doesn’t make any sense…”

“Stop with the stupid talk. Tell Jong-gil to put Han Ga-eul at the top of the recruitment priority list.”

If it’s a top priority, it means the guild must recruit them even if it incurs massive losses.

There is such a thing as common sense in the world.

Even dismantlers complain that ogres have thick bones, often ruining their equipment. Equipment breaks just by touching a corpse lying still, and yet someone subdued such an ogre with brute force and snapped its neck? Anyone would dismiss it as nonsense.

In front of Bong Sang-hoon was a woman with beautiful purple hair, habitually twirling it around her finger.

He is someone who maintains composure in any situation, a person you can trust without hesitation to watch your back on the battlefield.

If the vice-leader is speaking so decisively, there must be something going on.

Bong Sang-hoon couldn’t help but think that way.

If not, it would mean the vice-leader, the only light in this dark world, is wrong.

That absolutely cannot happen.

The vice-leader must always be right.

Even if the whole world is wrong, he will make it right.

***

“What’s this? Why is there suddenly noise?”

The senior instructor’s voice, mixed with panic, echoed.

The situation was instantly assessed.

“Is it broken?”

It felt like cold sweat was pouring down.

“What’s going on?”

“Ah, it must be broken. Looking at the weird stats now, maybe what I saw earlier wasn’t my actual stats?”

“Now? There’s noise, so I can’t see anything.”

I survived.

No matter how I live as I please, I still have some sense of awareness.

Especially since suddenly showing off strange grades at a school I just enrolled in would obviously ruin my school life.

“Hmm. The status projector made by the academy professors themselves is broken?”

Seeing the senior instructor muttering to himself while stroking a bead in his hand, it seemed like this was truly a first.

“Well, whatever happens, don’t be disappointed. People can grow anytime, anywhere. If you work hard, you can quickly close the gap.”

“Yes, thank you.”

So, is that long receipt-like thing only visible to me?

Even if I ignore everything else, seeing Baekseol sleeping in the stat window makes me laugh.

She always secures her spot, no matter where.

“Alright. Go ahead then.”

“Oh, instructor. Besides basic stats like strength and agility, do other stats exist?”

“Hmm, they’re rare but they do exist. You’ll learn about them in class, but this is a good opportunity too.”

The strict-looking senior instructor suddenly pulled out glasses from his pocket.

Then, his voice flowed like a lullaby, accompanied by the sighs of students.

I suddenly became the student who asked a question at the very end of a nearly finished class.

“For example, there’s Hwang Hyuk, the guild master of the Invincible Guild. I heard he has a special stat called ‘Monstrous Strength.’ Such special stats are generally…”

“There’s research showing that it’s so efficient that it can’t even be compared to stats.”

“That’s fascinating.”

“Special stats are that hard to raise and obtain, so there’s no need to worry about unnecessary things right now.”

“Yep, thank you.”

“Right.”

As I was about to greet them and take my seat, the senior instructor nodded with satisfaction.

When I moved to my original spot, all eyes around followed.

Their faces were filled with smirks.

From what I gathered, it’s a world where strength is prioritized. So, such reactions are natural.

I completely understand.

“Look at these brats, all wide-eyed like idiots. Did they all get the same genes from one person?”

“Ah! Ga-eul!”

“Your dad’s special stat is stamina, huh!”

Noa, who had jumped up from her seat, covered my mouth and shook her head with a tearful expression.

“Shh! Shh!”

“Please, shh.”

As I tried to move forward to break the headlock, she hugged me tightly instead.

“Ugh!”

When I nodded, Noa reluctantly let go of her hand slowly.

***

Noa, who had defied the Taylor family and stepped alone onto the distant land of a foreign country.

In his arms was a newly made friend.

To stop the friend who was about to run forward in a fit, he had no choice but to hold them tightly from behind.

A small frame, probably around 160cm, and a friend so beautiful it was breathtaking.

The status projected in front of me clearly showed all Fs.

But something felt off.

Every time they pushed slightly, I felt suffocated.

At least in this situation, they were considerate enough not to use direct force, which was a relief.

After causing a commotion for a while, Ga-eul nodded slightly.

I guess that means they’ll stop now.

As I slowly removed the hand covering my mouth, Ga-eul quietly spoke.

“I’m gonna break your head, you damn… shh!”

Noa wanted to cry now.

“Ugh! Ugh!!”

The cute friend I made at Wisdom Academy is a total lunatic.

***

“From now on, we’ll distribute the temporary weapons you’ll use during the initial term.”

I wondered where the other instructors had gone, but they appeared pushing a wheeled steel box.

Inside were a bunch of cold weapons.

I expected wooden sticks, but the weapons in the box all had sharp edges.

It really feels different from a regular school here.

“Noa, let’s go get ours.”

“I have a weapon from my family.”

Noa tapped the weapon she was carrying.

“What, are you from a rich family?”

“Haha.”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“I did it.”

“Uh, wanna go together?”

“Sure, why not.”

The students rushed forward, each picking out a weapon that suited them. Some swung swords, while others tested bows.

Among them, the box containing swords was overwhelmingly popular—truly a weapon worthy of being called the “king of all ailments.”

After a while, everyone seemed to have chosen their weapons, and the weapon area became less crowded.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

I approached the weapon box I’d been eyeing earlier, and the sharp blades gave off an eerie vibe.

“Huh? Han Ga-eul, the magic department’s weapons are over there.”

The instructor pointed, and the atmosphere there was completely different. While this side smelled of sweat, over there, everyone was calm or smiling brightly.

“I like this one.”

A particularly standout weapon caught my eye. When I gripped it, the weight felt just right for me.

“Ooh, nice.”

“Uh… Ga-eul?”

“Yeah?”

“That looks too heavy for you to lift. If you want to check it out, I’ll pull it out for you.”

*Ting!*

As I gripped the handle and applied force, the tangled weapons gave way, and it came loose.

Noa, who had been reaching for a large axe, froze in place.

“Kyah, this is it.”

“Han Ga-eul?”

“Yes?”

“Choosing a weapon that suits you is also a skill. Especially since you’re a supporter, not a fighter.”

“Can’t I use this to heal and do other stuff?”

“Looks like someone left it here after training. That thing wasn’t made for swinging—it’s heavy and sturdy, meant for strength training…”

“Instructor, can I try healing my teammate with this? Heal!”

*Whoosh—!*

“Eek!”

“Hahaha. I’ll heal your head with my magic staff ♡”