Overpowered in the Wrong Genre - Chapter 12 – The Man Out of Time at the Academy (4)

Chapter 12 – The Man Out of Time at the Academy (4)

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Chapter 12 – The Man Out of Time at the Academy (4)

“Hmm.”

The next day. Deus wasn’t feeling very well from the morning.

The reason was a terrible accident that happened yesterday.

‘I was really excited to relax for the first time in a while.’

Calling himself an idiot.

Deus tapped his forehead.

After finishing the friendly match with the swordsmanship club.

He went back up to the rooftop to continue his workout.

But maybe because he was too excited. He accidentally ripped off the railing on the stairs.

He thought he was being careful but it seemed he gripped it too tightly.

“Freshman! What is the meaning of this?! The Cradle will not tolerate the destruction of its property without reason!”

A professor who witnessed the incident scolded Deus severely

A childish student who was eager to show off his abilities to others.

The culprit of something that always seemed to happen every time a new academic session began.

—That was what the professor seemed to firmly believe, albeit mistakenly.

Deus was trying to control his strength not to show it off.

Anyway, this was the terrible accident that ruined his mood today.

No, it wasn’t even worthy of being called an accident. At least it was resolved with just a scolding.

‘The problem happened after I went up to the rooftop.’

Given the incident with the freshman ripping off the railing a few minutes ago, he was extra careful. But even with all his caution his transcendent body caused another accident. He handled the equipment too lightly and ended up breaking the rooftop floor!

-Thud!!

“What is going on here!? Why are you destroying the rooftop?!”

The Cradle’s caretakers who immediately rushed over tore out their hair.

The rooftop wasn’t meant for expansion. Therefore, it was protected by a barrier ability. But some freshman showed up and smashed it.

Being strong was one thing but an accident caused by carelessness was still an accident.

Above all the rooftop was a public space that individuals shouldn’t use recklessly.

There were some parts that were tolerated but this incident was no longer possible to overlook.

“We’ll close the rooftop immediately! Remove all the exercise equipment too! Right now!!”

“No, you can’t!”

“Yes, we can!”

In the end, his personal gym was shut down just a day after opening.

That was the whole story of the terrible accident that happened to Deus yesterday.

“Sigh.”

A sigh naturally escaped him. Where was this black-haired foreigner supposed to work out now?

The Cradle’s state-of-the-art training facility? He’d love to go! But he’d be a spectacle there!

Everyone would just stare at him instead of working out! Was his hair color that fascinating?! Or were they trying to say that all a barbarian knew was how to do exercise?!

Working out without worrying about others’ eyes. Yes, he could do it.

But it seems his self-discipline isn’t strong enough to ignore all the stares from other students.

No matter how you look at it, that would be like being a lion or tiger in a zoo.

‘…No, wait. If I’m working out, wouldn’t I be more like a monkey in a zoo?’

In a situation like this, even the promise he received was messed up.

“Huh? What do you mean, junior? Didn’t you need money to buy exercise equipment right away?”

“That’s true. But give me later. I mean”

What should he say? That there was a delay in finding a new place because he broke the rooftop?

If he did this senior might say, ‘What!? You broke the Cradle!? There’s no way I’m giving money to such a cruel and barbarian black-haired savage!’ and refuse!

“…Not yet. The friendly match isn’t over yet.”

“Huh?”

The reason Deus came up with this was quite good for improvisation.

“I will receive the rightful reward for my work after everything is done.”

The friendly match didn’t end in a complete victory for the swordsmanship club. There was still one match left. Therefore, he would receive his reward after everything was completed.

‘…Now that I’ve said it, it sounds like something the second son of the Tak clan would say.’

If someone who knew him heard it, they might say he was imitating that person. But to those who didn’t know, it would sound completely different.

“Junior…!”

Indeed, the second-year student who heard the answer covered his mouth with an emotional expression.

He said he had never seen a junior with such a manly and refreshing side.

“If you’re even thinking about joining the martial arts club officially, just say the word! I’ll talk to the club president and get you in right away!”

“I appreciate the thought.”

No thanks to the club.

He kept trying to promote it.

So, what now? He had to find a new place before everything was over. The rooftop was out and the quiet spots were now occupied by students.

At this rate, he might have to go all the way to the outskirts of the Cradle.

-Swish!

An unexpected savior appeared before Deus.

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“Ohohoho! I heard the news, Junior. Did you do something interesting yesterday? Hahaha! No matter how much energy you have, destroying the Cradle’s facilities is…”

—Thud!

The Student Council President, Neferti made a grand entrance, falling right onto her backside.

“Are you alright?”

“Ugh, yes. I’m fine.”

Neferti, rubbing her bottom body as she got up, started looking for something. Deus politely offered her the fan she had dropped.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you! As expected of a promising student!”

“You’re welcome.”

Deus, after handing over the fan, looked at Neferti quietly.

Neferti, Student Council President, head of the powerful Student Council at the Cradle. And this figure suddenly appeared and even mentioned yesterday’s incident.

‘She couldn’t have come here just because she was bored. Right, President? If you’re the president character, you’ll do what I’m thinking! Please! Tell me I’m right!!’

Did the desperate prayer of someone who wanted a personal gym reach the heavens? Neferti’s next words were enough to make Deus’ arms flutter upward.

“Ahem! So, junior. I, the Student Council President of the Cradle, might be able to help our promising student?”

Long live the Student Council President!

“If you would help me, President, I will definitely repay your kindness.”

“Oh, there’s no need for repayment.”

Neferti coughed and began to explain in detail about the ‘help’ she could offer.

“The rooftop is originally off-limits for personal use by students according to the Cradle’s rules. It was being tacitly allowed but since you broke the rooftop junior the rules have become stricter.”

“I have nothing to say in my defense…”

“It’s okay. I’m not blaming you, Junior. Anyway! So, the rooftop is out. Instead of..”

Neferti smiled, waving her fan gently.

“I’ll give you a spare room in the basement of the main building where the student council is located.”

“…Wait, hold on. President. If it’s a spare room…”

“It was originally intended for club use, but it’s not suitable for that purpose. Being in the basement is a minus and it’s unnecessarily too spacious.”

In short, it was a room that no club wanted. It was getting filled with dust there. How about it? Deus quickly assessed the situation at Neferti’s words.

‘If it’s underground, it must be built very sturdy. And if it’s unpopular enough to be rejected for club use, other students will rarely come there.’

Thinking it over, it wasn’t bad at all. No, it was a great place.

It wasn’t even affected by the weather, so it could be made even better than the rooftop.

However, there was one thing he was worried about.

“Um, President. Are you sure about this? Giving this to me, a student that is not even in a club…”

“Ohohoho! What kind of nonsense are you worried about? I’m the Student Council President, Junior Deus. The one and only current Student Council President of this Cradle.”

-Swish!!

Neferti unfolded her fan with a flourish and burst into a confident laugh.

Feeling her clear confidence, Deus nodded.

“Though in return, think seriously about joining the Student Council later.”

“Is that a condition?”

“It’s not so much a condition. Hmm, how should I put it? Let’s just say it’s a request. No need to feel burdened.”

“After all, the Student Council isn’t a position you can just take because someone tells you to.”

The Cradle’s Student Council. Deus nodded at the offer. It wasn’t like she was asking him to join right away and he could always think about it.Geett the l𝒂test 𝒏𝒐vels on no/v/elbin(.)c/om

“Oh, by the way, I heard you had a match with the swordsmanship club.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Are you trying to join the martial arts club?”

“No, I’m not.”

But you even had a friendly match with the swordsmanship club? How amazing.

Neferti murmured and looked at Deus while giving a mysterious smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“You said you’re continuing the match tomorrow, right? The swordsmanship club said they’re preparing again.”

“That’s right.”

“It seems like they’re trying to call on ‘that senior’…”

That senior? Deus looked curious and Neferti seemed flustered.

“What? You don’t know about this either?”

“I’m a freshman. Isn’t it natural for me not to know?”

“Well, you should at least know about ‘that senior’…”

Sigh. What kind of clueless junior is this? Neferti rubbed her temples as if she had a headache.

“Listen carefully. I’ll tell you about the person you might be facing tomorrow.”

She continued, wiping away the relaxed demeanor she always carried.

“The top student in the 4th year. The leader of the dispatch team. Just like you, she was a top prospect from the moment she enrolled. Above all, their swordsmanship is already close to the level of the Cradle’s professors. And one more thing.”

“…”

“She is the imperial princess.”

“…?”

Wait. A member of the Imperial family, the imperial princess no less attending the Cradle. A being who shouldn’t even associate with nobles. Was she actually attending in a place where there were even commoners?

Does this make any sense? Just as he thought about it, Deus said, “Ah!” let out a sigh of realization.

‘Academy trope….!’

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