[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 321

Teacher Hwang doesn’t seem too upset and smiles.

“You seem to think that Greece controls friction, but that’s not the case.”

“Oh?”

“It’s really simple. You just form a clump of mana with a low friction coefficient under the opponent’s feet to make them slip. The duration is short too.”

“So it only works on one axis? Meaning it’s useless without gravity and mass, right?”

“That’s exactly right.”

This implies that controlling air friction is difficult.

Even after explaining, I don’t get why they’re teaching such a crappy skill.

“Student Han Ga-eul, your expression looks quite disrespectful. What are you thinking?”

“Our Teacher Hwang is just too pretty.”

“Ahem! Alright. Enjoy your lunch. Especially you, Ga-eul, since you’ve been wandering around outside a lot lately, try to behave for a while. Got it?”

“Yes, Teacher. Enjoy your meal.”

“Alright.”

*Ding!*

Waving my hand, a window appears before my eyes.

“Let’s see, magic…”

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[Magic Missile]

[Price: 20 million won]

[Light Sphere]

[Price: 50 million won]

[Fire Sphere]

[Price: 50 million won]

[Thunder Sphere]

[Price: 50 million won]

…

…

…

…

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It seems like having Magic Missile would be nice.

While browsing through the skills, I find what I was looking for.

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[Friction Coefficient Control]

[Price: 10 billion won]

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“Are they serious?”

Expecting great performance from a 10-billion-won skill at level 1 is just foolish.

The abilities of level 1 skills I’ve seen so far have been so bad they might as well be debuffs.

Take stealth skills, for example.

[Elephant-Level Stealth Lv.1]

Now it’s upgraded to Chameleon Stealth, but at first, it was Elephant Stealth.

Just walking made the ground shake.

It’s better to expect high potential from lower-priced skills.

Still, having this skill increases the possibility of overhauling the Cloud Technique.

But that means the skill price will double, so I’ll need at least 30 billion won.

[Remaining Balance: 681.1 million won]

“Hmm…”

*Ding!*

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[Magic Missile Lv.1]

Cooldown: 9 seconds

[Price: 40 million won]

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The Magic Missile I tested out has a cooldown I’ve never seen before.

The price to level up is 40 million won.

*Ding!*

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[Magic Missile Lv.2]

Cooldown: 8 seconds

[Price: 80 million won]

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As always, the price doubled, and the cooldown decreased by 1 second.

If it keeps decreasing by 1 second, by level 10, the cooldown…

This is disappearing.

The next price is 80 million won, and roughly calculating the price up to level 10, it comes to 20 billion won.

“It’s dizzying.”

“Ga-eul, let’s go eat.”

“Huh? Sure. I’ll make something delicious. Let’s go to the lawn.”

“Woohoo!”

“Great supporter.”

“Thanks, Ga-eul.”

***

On the lawn where Han Ga-eul and her group always gather to hang out.

A white smoke filled with delicious smells was rising from there.

“Can I have another spoonful of rice?”

“Mmm!”

Shin Yong offers his rice bowl to Han Ga-eul.

Han Ga-eul takes it and opens the lid of the electric rice cooker beside her.

“Here, it’s hot, so eat slowly.”

“Thanks for the meal.”

Contrary to saying just one spoonful, Han Ga-eul scoops a mountain of rice and hands it to Shin Yong.

Kim Chan-yong, watching this, turns his eyes to the rice cooker.

“By the way, Ga-eul. Where is that rice cooker plugged in?”

“To the generator inside my subspace. I forgot to charge the power bank.”

“Is it okay to keep the subspace open like that?”

“It doesn’t really matter.”

“There’s a survival test in the first-year exams, so we should take care of Ga-eul first.”

At Kim Chan-yong’s words, the other two nod.

“With our supporter, it’s like going camping.”

“Sounds fun. Yong and Noa, want another spoonful?”

“Just got some.”

“Me too, Yong.”

“Pfft.”

“It’s delicious!”

Amid the lively meal, Han Ga-eul’s phone rings.

Buzz—!

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[Bitna-chan]

Got time?

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“I need to step out for a bit.”

“Now? The professor said we can’t go out because of the nerds.”

“Are they really dangerous?”

Kim Chan-yong nods.

“Of course. They kill people indiscriminately. There’s even a bounty on them.”

“If there’s a bounty, doesn’t that mean the state is condoning private sanctions?”

“It’s not just that. The state itself put up the bounty.”

“Oh ho. So it’s not a private bounty.”

Bounty, reward.

The name may differ, but the purpose is the same.

The state can’t handle everything perfectly. That’s why, like the separation of powers, bounties are used to keep each other in check and maintain national stability.

“Looks like crazy people are running wild.”

“That’s why it’s better to go out later unless it’s urgent. If it’s reached our ears, the military and guilds are probably already on the move.”

Despite Kim Chan-yong’s warning, a smile creeps onto Han Ga-eul’s lips.

Kim Chan-yong feels a chill down his spine seeing that smile.

‘She’s gonna cause trouble…!’

The last bite goes in.

Kim Chan-yong puts down the utensils he had placed inside.

“Hold on.”

“What?”

“There’s no way out from the start.”

“Have you forgotten who I am? I’m the specialist in spatial magic!”

Meanwhile, the other two finish their meal.

“Are we sneaking out?”

“Yeah. Want to come? I’ll use teleportation.”

Memories of the cave test flash through the trio’s minds.

Han Ga-eul once grabbed them by the collar and threw them, claiming it was teleportation, while they were climbing a vertical cliff.

“If we get teleported now, I don’t think I’ll digest well.”

“I’ll rest too.”

“Hmm. Ga-eul, be careful on your way.”

“Really not coming? It’ll be fun.”

The trio shakes their heads simultaneously.

Contrary to her own thoughts, Han Ga-eul is quite trusted. As Kim Chan-yong said, the trio considers Han Ga-eul the brain of the party.

If Han Ga-eul knew they were serious, she’d be shocked.

Though she often seemed playful, Han Ga-eul always moved towards the correct answer.

When Hercules mentioned that Han Ga-eul completes her training daily, the trio asked if it wasn’t too hard.

Hercules replied that Han Ga-eul also finds it extremely difficult.

Yet, she does it even with bloodshot eyes and tears of blood. Even when her body is worn out like a rag.

Thus, the trio could set aside their worries about Han Ga-eul.

“Then there’s no choice. You must still be tired, so rest. There’s no afternoon lecture anyway.”

“I’ll go sleep. Wake me up for dinner.”

“Sure. I’ll wake you then.”

As they chat, Han Ga-eul, who has cleared the table, stands up.

“I’ll be back. Stay a bit away.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

“Of course.”

Hearing Han Ga-eul, the trio steps back.

—Click, click.

“Phew—”

Han Ga-eul lights her pipe and gazes at the sky beyond the academy wall.

Crunch.

The ground digs up along with the smoke from the pipe.

〈Cloud Technique Alcohol〉

Simultaneously, Han Ga-eul disappears from her spot as if she had never been there.

Not even a second after Han Ga-eul disappears.

A delayed shockwave hits.

BOOM—!!

The deafening noise and shockwave knock down students walking by, and all the dormitory windows near the lawn shatter.

The only ones barely standing are the trio.

“Does teleportation usually end with a bomb explosion?”

“My ears are ringing.”

“But didn’t Ga-eul say she also destroyed the gym?”

Noa’s remark brings silence.

The surroundings are as if someone had set off a bomb, utterly devastated.

“I didn’t see anything.”

“Mmm… Should I go to sleep?”

“Ah, I’m tired.”

****

The inside of the building was filled with the stench of foul blood.

A masked woman who was there pulled out her terminal.

“Randolf, stop. We got a message from Omerta.”

“Already?”

Despite the woman’s words, the one called Randolf didn’t stop his actions.

“Ughhh…!!!”

“Hold on, hold on. It’ll be over soon. Hehehe.”

“Plea…se…!”

“Done!”

Randolf lifted his dagger with a delighted expression.

At the tip of the dagger was an eyeball he had just plucked out.

The person, still alive, was gasping for breath, blood dripping from their empty eye socket.

“How long are you going to keep up with this disgusting hobby?”

“Disgusting hobby? Do you know how valuable a Ranger’s eyeball is? They’re always filled with mana. This one’s worth hundreds of millions.”

Randolf proudly showed off the eyeball skewered on his dagger.

“Tsk.”

“It’s so rare even the black market can’t get enough of it. I’m full now.”

“Kill… me…”

“You’ve still got one left. Eyeballs from corpses lose their value. Want me to put some ointment on it?”

“Ughhh…”

The Ranger, trembling like a leaf, began to sob at Randolf’s words.

Their mind was collapsing under the weight of despair, knowing nothing but hopelessness remained.

“Having fun?”

“What, you finally…?”

Randolf reflexively answered, then quickly took a combat stance.

It was a voice he shouldn’t have heard, one he was hearing for the first time.

“Who are you?”

Someone stepped forward, squelching through the thick pool of blood.

“Haah.”

“I kinda wanna pluck one out too. Think that’s possible?”