[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 160

“Autumn, are you really going to use that? Even the instructors told you not to.”

“Yeah. It’s my magic wand.”

“Alright…”

Even while moving to the classroom, people kept staring at us.

“How are you going to store it? Isn’t it too bulky?”

“This? I’ll just put it in my space.”

“Huh?”

When I showed them how I stored the axe in my space, Noa, who was walking beside me, suddenly stopped.

“Sp-space magic!”

“Why’s she acting like this?”

Even though it’s been a short time, my friend has always been so composed in everything she does. Seeing her freak out like this is just bizarre.

“Is this really that impressive?”

“It’s incredible! Space magic, and without any incantation at all!”

The already focused gazes turned even more intense thanks to Noa.

“Whatever, let’s just go.”

“Huh? That’s it? Autumn, wait for me!”

Ignoring Noa, I walked ahead, but she kept following me, bombarding me with questions about when I awakened my powers.

*Creak.*

When I opened the door labeled “Class J,” all eyes inside turned to us again.

“What are you looking at, brats? Huh?!”

“Haha, my friend’s a bit… off. Sorry.”

The interior was like a university lecture hall, with tiered seating.

Given that everyone here is pretty big, it seems designed so everyone can see the lecture clearly.

But most people were sitting in the front.

It really hits you that this is a place where only the elites gather.

“Let’s sit in the back.”

As I took a seat in the very back, Noa plopped down beside me.

It really feels like I’ve become a student now.

“Hey.”

Just then, a cadet leaned over toward me and stuck his face in mine.

“Not bad-looking, huh? Already hanging out with guys… Gah!”

“Ugh, you scared me. What the hell is this guy?”

“Gah! Gah!”

This guy’s face is covered in scars. Like, where did he even come from?

“Who are you?”

“Gah!”

“Um… Autumn, maybe let go of his neck so he can answer?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. His eyes are rolling back.”

“Gah!”

*Creak—*

While I was debating whether to let go, the front door opened, and a woman who looked to be in her 50s walked in.

“Everyone, take your seats.”

The woman placed a book on the podium and slowly scanned the room.

“I am Professor Hwang Mi-ran, the homeroom teacher for Class J. You can call me Professor Hwang or Professor Mi-ran, whatever.”

For someone holding such a prestigious position at Wisdom Academy, she seems surprisingly down-to-earth.

“And in the back…”

“Gah!”

“Yes!”

“We’re about to start class, so please let go of his neck.”

“Teacher! He keeps picking fights!”

*Thud thud thud.*

“Gah! Gah! Gah!”

“To anyone watching, it’s pretty clear the kid about to pass out is the victim here, no?”

Professor Hwang gave me a look of disbelief.

“And I’m not a middle school teacher. I’m a professor.”

“Gah! Gah!”

“Since you’ve awakened and bloomed, I get that your blood’s pumping, but keep it in check.”

“Got it.”

I dropped the guy I was holding, and he immediately collapsed, his eyes rolling back.

The finger marks on his neck were clearly visible.

“So you’re the one.”

“Me?”

Professor Hwang, who had been watching us, locked eyes with me.

“You’re the cadet who received the Supporter role at the awakening ceremony and picked up a battle axe, right?”

“It’s not a battle axe, it’s a *Bing Bing*.”

“You already named it?”

“Yep. Its real name is *Bing Hammer*. *Bing Bing* is just a nickname.”

The childishness in my words made Professor Hwang let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Well, it’s a hunter’s duty to cherish their weapon.”

Seeing a professor I’ve never met before say something like that, it seems rumors spread fast around here.

“So, the most basic party composition consists of a tank, an attacker, a ranger, a battle mage, and a supporter.”

One tank to manage the monster’s aggro and take hits at the front line.

One close-range dealer who can also act as a sub-tank.

Two long-range dealers for firepower support.

One supporter to handle everything except attacking.

1 tank, 1 melee DPS, 2 ranged DPS, 1 support. This is the ideal composition of the smallest party unit, as explained by the professor.

“Of course, realistically, it’s almost impossible. Unskilled mages are more of a liability, so most parties tend to recruit more shooters and rangers. The same goes for tanks. It’s hard to find hunters who enjoy risking their lives to take hits—most are closer to attackers. Also, supporters are so rare they’re almost mythical; even in large-scale raids, you might only find one.”

It’s said that general mages, excluding specialized ones, take too long to master. As a result, mediocre mages are rarely hired.

“There are already millions of known attacker types, so at this point, everyone’s individuality has become too strong. Everyone’s blooming skills and professions are vastly different, making it impossible to fit them neatly into the previously explained composition.”

“It’s not a game, after all.”

The professor’s gaze flies and lands on me.

“Right. It’s not a game.”

This is a battlefield where you risk your only life.

There’s no restart like in a game.

What’s most important isn’t the party composition but the harmony with your comrades. That’s why you can easily find parties composed solely of close-range dealers.

Thanks to that, potion sales are booming.

“That’s it for today’s class. Everyone, enjoy your lunch.”

“Teacher, enjoy your meal too.”

“Right.”

Professor Hwang tidied up the books and papers he brought in and then headed straight outside.

“Whew, it’s finally over.”

“Haha, you worked hard.”

I glanced to the side and saw Noa smiling weakly.

This guy must be glad class is over too.

“Seriously, having class on the first day of school? Does that even make sense?”

“Well, at least there’s only one class in the afternoon.”

Noa spoke, but his gaze was fixed on the floor.

The guy who passed out before class started is still lying there.

Professor Hwang, who said he’s not a babysitter to change diapers and that adults should handle themselves, seems like a lunatic.

“Hey. How long are you gonna sleep?”

What kind of life has this guy lived?

With scars like that at such a young age, he probably hasn’t had an easy life.

“Let’s go eat. Get up already.”

I kept poking him with my foot, and he started groaning.

“Ugh…”

“Buddy, it’s mealtime.”

The guy, who had been moaning, slowly opened his eyes.

“…You bastard! Do you know who I am!”

He must have a fighter’s instinct because as soon as he came to, he tried to lunge at me.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

I stepped on his neck and knocked him back down.

“Buddy. Who are you? Why are you acting crazy from the get-go?”

Thud!

“Ugh!”

“I don’t really like brats. Let’s keep it cool, okay?”

Thud. Thud.

“Ugh!”

“You’re full of thug energy. I’m the one who made it big despite guys like you. Stop acting like a fool.”

The guy, who had been trembling, flipped his eyes back.

I really like how tough the friends around here are.

“Let’s go eat.”

“Ugh… Is it okay to leave him like that?”

“He’ll get up and come eat later.”

Leaving the unconscious guy behind, we stepped outside, and fresh air greeted us.

It must be spring here too. Cherry blossoms are fluttering from the large cherry trees planted around the academy.

—Click, click.

“Ah— The weather’s nice.”

“Gasp. Autumn, smoking is bad for you.”

“Shut up. My mouth feels dry. Want one too?”

Noa shook his head.

I’m not a kid, stop nagging.

“Ah—”

I stubbed out the cigarette I was smoking and looked around. People were gathering in one place.

You don’t have to go through the trouble of looking for it; it seems like there’s a restaurant over there.

“How much money did you blow? This isn’t a restaurant, it’s a palace.”

The inside of the restaurant is also quite fancy.

There are various food courts set up, putting department stores to shame.

“Once you get your food, come over to that seat.”

“Okay.”

Noa waves her hand slightly and heads to the other side.

Looking around, what I want to eat is immediately obvious.

Fortunately, the line for the food I want is short.

“Hello.”

“Welcome. Is this your first time here?”

“Yes.”

The clerk, probably realizing I’m a new student, kindly explains.

“Just use the kiosk next to you to choose your menu and pay with your device.”

“Thank you.”

Touching the kiosk, various food menus pop up.

Since I checked beforehand, there’s nothing to ponder over.

Beep!

After choosing the food and holding my device to the machine, my waiting number is immediately registered.

They said the payment would be processed at the end of the month, like a credit card.

Since it’s school food, the quality is decent for the price, so I’m quite satisfied.

“Your food is ready.”

“Huh?”

Not long after paying, the food comes out right away.

‘Did they make it in advance?’

As I go to pick up the food, the clerk smiles brightly and hands me the tray.

“Thank you.”

“Enjoy your meal.”

Holding the food I received, I sit at the table I grabbed and start cutting the pork cutlet when Noa approaches.

“I got salmon steak.”

“Ugh…”

“Why? Don’t you like salmon?”

“I’ve been eating so much fish lately that I’m sick of it.”

Cutting into the crispy pork cutlet and putting it in my mouth, a wave of happiness hits me.

“Mmm! It’s delicious.”

Meat is definitely better than that fishy stuff.

***

“This class is a summoning aptitude test.”

So that’s why they suddenly called us to the wide field.

The students are looking at the professor with sparkling eyes.

The reason they gathered even the irrelevant inspectors for this is clear.

It’s for just one thing.

Whether it’s one in a hundred thousand or one in a million doesn’t matter.

From the academy’s perspective, the irregular 1% who can become the face of the school is more important than the ordinary 99%.

It seems Professor Hwang will handle the classes until a specific class starts, as he’s here again, struggling through the lesson.

In the middle of the vast field, Professor Hwang starts unfolding something like a scroll.

“This is a summoning magic circle. Just recite the incantation I tell you. The order will be general summoning, spirits, and then mythical creatures.”

He also places faintly glowing stones around it.

Probably because the students can’t handle the mana, those stones might be substitutes for mana.

“Summoning aptitude is extremely rare, even worldwide. So don’t be disappointed if you can’t do it. It’s just a formality in case someone can.”

Once the preparations are done, the students come forward one by one and start reciting the incantation Professor Hwang taught them.

“I beseech thee, I desire a contract with thee. At my call…”

‘Damn, having to chant that out loud.’

I really want to escape.

Professor Hwang, knowing it probably won’t work, sits on a metal chair with a bored expression, watching.

“Ugh.”

Ding!

—

Han Ga-eul

◇Class: Supporter

◇Lv.8

○Strength: F-

○Agility: F-

○Intelligence: F-

○Stamina: F-

○Mana: F-

●Unique Skill

Weakness

—

Another status window pops up in front of my eyes.

Why do I have two status windows?

Including the original one, that makes three.

And what’s with that level?

I think it became 8 after killing an ogre, but my stats are still in the gutter.

It’s not a triple core, it’s a mess.

The level isn’t projected from the projection device, but everyone probably leveled up a lot.

Or maybe only I have a level. There’s still not enough information.

Ding!

—

[System message or similar]

*Poing Hammer (Poing Poing)*

Durability: 72%

Grade: Normal

───

“Next, Cadet Han Ga-eul.”

“Yes.”

Sitting in the back and going through the information, it seems it’s already my turn.

I’m not mentally prepared yet, this is too fast.

I have to chant that damn spell.

“Phew.”

“No need to be nervous. If anything happens, I’ll protect you. Trust me.”

Professor Hwang seems to have a serious misunderstanding.

“Me.”

*Ding!*

**《──strongly desires the contract》**

*Whoosh!*

“Huh?”

The pleasant spring breeze that was gently blowing is gone, and the temperature suddenly drops.

I force my mouth open, which had been shut tight, and say just one word.

**《Once upon a time, there was a sun》**

[The sun rises]

The sun, which had been hanging overhead past noon, begins to rapidly expand.

“What, what’s this!”

The cadets sitting around start to stir.

The sudden anomaly turns the surroundings into chaos.

The professor, who had been sitting indifferently, jumps up, already on high alert.

**《The sun loved the moon so much》**

**《That the moon also came to love the sun》**

[The moon rises during the day]

A dazzling moon rises beside the blazing sun.

*Whoosh!*

Amidst all this, a cold wave and a snowstorm hit.

Is the world ending, or is it just going crazy?

*Ding!*

**《──some restrictions are lifted》**

**《──offers a part of their folktale as a sacrifice》**

**《──offers a part of their myth as a sacrifice》**

**《──offers a part of their legend as a sacrifice》**

*Crash!*

Pillars of ice shoot up.

The insane cold wave begins to freeze everything.

“Quickly, over here!”

Professor Hwang creates something that looks like a protective barrier and gathers the cadets.

**《The golden──wants to see you》**

**《The wounded──strongly desires the contract》**

**《The golden──wants to see you》**

**《The wounded──strongly desires the contract》**

..

..

..

..

..

The massive sun and moon gradually merge.

**《The Sun and Moon God’s──strongly desires the contract》**

I really only said one word.

I didn’t even pull out the contract.

‘But why is it so out of control?’

*Ding!*

**《The child of the sun and moon misses you》**

**《The child of the sun and moon wants to see you》**