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Chapter 1

“Ugh…”

I get up from my seat, touching my head due to the overwhelming headache.

However, by now, it’s been quite some time since I heard anyone say, “If I drink again, I’m a dog,” and I have to bear the hangover that I feel in my head.

“Huh?”

As I head to the bathroom to prepare for what seems familiar, I couldn’t afford to be flustered.

First of all, there was a wall where the bathroom should be.

Even if I thought I was confused about the direction, I couldn’t be since my room was too small for that.

And the layout of the room was completely different from the one in which I lived.

An old wall-mounted mirror, a table, and a wardrobe that looked like it was about to break.

No matter how poor I was, I wouldn’t use such old objects.

“What the hell?”

I wondered if I’d been kidnapped, but who would have a reason to kidnap a guy living in a one-room?

With no family or connections, I had no choice but to be flustered.

I wasn’t some hidden rich kid or anything.

It would be a better scenario if I were sent abroad to work by the tax office for not paying taxes.

“Ummm…”

Moreover, what was most strange was that even if all the other structures had changed, my line of sight was inexplicably low.

Could it be about 150 cm? No, it seemed like it was even shorter than that.

Unless this was the castle of giants, I must have shrunk.

Just looking around, I saw a pair of small hands that definitely weren’t adult hands, pale skin, and long white hair.

“Crazy.”

As I approached the mirror to take a closer look, I couldn’t help but curse.

“Loli?”

My appearance exactly matched the ideal type of loli I knew.

If I had to say, I was a bit taller than that, but still, this was definitely a body that fell under the category of loli.

“Ouch.”

After pinching my cheek, I confirmed that it was indeed reality.

So what should I consider next?

[1. Figure out where I am and pull out a notebook to soak up the story and fate.]

[2. I’ve turned into a cute girl, but I’m not broadcasting it? This is now an internet broadcast material!]

[3. First, I’m getting a headache, so let’s drink some alcohol.]

These were difficult considerations, but my decision was quick.

“I choose option 3.”

However, to make this plan successful, I inevitably had to go through option 1.

‘It’s clear that I’m inside the Dreaming World.’

I had passed out drunk but still faintly remembered the appearance of the saved character.

And right now, my appearance was just as I had last seen it.

Creak.

Just in time, I heard someone trying to enter my room, so I hurriedly lay down.

For now, what I could see was a person who looked like my mother and another who looked like a doctor.

Seeing the doctor in a white coat with a bag full of terrifying instruments, I could roughly guess what was going on.

“Aesha, are you feeling okay?”

“Uh, yeah.”

I answered vaguely and listened to their conversation.

“Doctor, what will happen to Aesha?”

“Well… we’ll have to keep a close eye on her, but in the worst-case scenario, we’d need to split her open to release the alcohol poison.”

What? At that moment, I thought I misheard.

They’re going to split me open to release the alcohol poison?

I knew that the accumulating poison was caused by the alcohol I drank. But does it really come out by splitting my belly?

But this isn’t the Middle Ages, and the Dreaming World is definitely set in a modern academy, right?

“There’s a high probability that blood will burst and kill her… but it’s better than living forever intoxicated.”

The latter seems much better, you doctor.

But the doctor, unaware of my thoughts, was wearing a serious expression while thinking, his hands moving towards the doctor’s bag.

Creak.

What was that sound just now? Why is it so eerie?

“Ugh!!”

“Or, there’s another method.”

“What… what is it, doctor?”

“Sending Aesha to the academy.”

“What? How could we possibly send someone who’s already in bad shape… and besides, we can’t afford that.”

“I guess there is a way to find a wizard, but that would be unimaginably expensive, as would hiring another capable doctor.”

Ah, I see.

This house was so poor that they could hardly afford to hire a quack doctor to treat me, and if I stayed like this, I might die due to this quack doctor cutting me open.

So there’s only one solution!

“I want to go to the academy.”

“I’m sorry, Aesha. We don’t have that kind of money…”

I had already figured out that this house was very poor.

But there were ways to get into the academy other than just with money.

‘If I become a scholarship student, the tuition will be waived.’

The moment you become a scholarship student at the academy, all tuition fees for that year are waived, and various benefits are provided, including financial support.

Moreover, the infirmary at the academy usually has people with magical or medical abilities, so it would be helpful for treating alcohol poisoning.

“Are you trying to aim for a scholarship at the academy?”

The person who looked like my mother seemed to realize quickly that I was aiming for that.

It’s such a significant advantage that it’s common knowledge even among ordinary people. In terms of social prestige and status.

“You… do you think you can do it?”

“I can do it.”

Fortunately, one of the academies, where the main story of the game takes place—the Central Academy—doesn’t require an entry fee.

While it might seem that anyone could apply, the difficulty is extremely high, and many give up before even starting.

Tasks like hunting monsters in the forest or engaging in life-and-death battles with test tubes to gain recognition or navigating through dungeons filled with trap magic are the main contents.

“If you want to do it, you can, but… if you think it can’t be done, just come out…”

“Thank you.”

Fortunately, this person seemed to be poor materially, but not poor in spirit.

They were willingly pushing the back of a sick child who wanted to apply for an exam.

It’s possible they might not have the strength to do it anymore, but either way, it wasn’t bad for me.

“Oh, and there’s something I want to ask of you.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Please buy me some alcohol.”

“……..”

The person who looked like my mother could only look at me with pitying eyes.

***

A wide-open stadium.

A place with numerous stages and spectators.

Before participating, physical abilities must be verified, and if one doesn’t meet the required level of talent, they will be rejected.

[3302]

“Next, participant number 3302.”

“Oh, that’s my number?”

Upon seeing my number on the ticket I had drawn, I entered the measuring room.

“I will proceed with the measurement.”

“Okay~”

“Um… have you been drinking? Alcohol content is showing.”

“I did drink just a little, hehe.”

“Uh… I see?”

I had drunk a low-alcohol beverage, and while it registered during the breathalyzer test, it thankfully wasn’t enough to reject me, allowing me to enter.

If I had consumed just a bit more, I might have been denied, but I had my own circumstances.

Characteristic [Alcoholic].

This characteristic, which seemed to have been taken from some alcoholic guitarist, indicated that the more I drank, the more cheerful and positive my personality became.

Conversely, when I hadn’t drunk any alcohol at all, I would turn extremely negative, and in reality, I would suffer a considerable headache.

Additionally, due to the characteristic [Drunken State], my physical abilities significantly decreased if I didn’t consume any alcohol.

In this condition, even winning against a small child would be a challenge.

Thus, I had no choice but to drink in order to pass the minimum measurement criteria.

Though it wasn’t entirely for my enjoyment.

“Hehe~”

Isn’t it better to just enjoy it?

Beyond the passing entrance, a stage where countless people were cheering stood before me.

“Whoa~.”

“Isn’t that alcohol?”

“Can you really bring something like that in?”

“It seems like swords and guns are allowed, so maybe that’s nothing…”

In the large plaza I entered, a multitude of people had gathered.

And I was the only one there without any weapon.

Even martial artists or summoners at least had some minimal equipment, but I didn’t even have that.

In my left hand, I held a low-alcohol beverage bought from a convenience store (diluted).

In my right hand, there was nothing.

Moreover, I had only worn a common white t-shirt from home as I stepped onto the stage.

“That’s a bit…”

“Isn’t it an insult to the academy?”

Many people must have made enormous preparations every year to pass the academy, but I was at zero.

If I could have had better characteristics, like Omniscience or Future Sight, that’d be great, but all I had were Drunken Fist, Courage Potion, and Stage Release.

Characteristics that solely relate to physical power, and on top of that, second-rate ones.

It’s easy to see how stupid I’d become when I drank.

Never did I imagine I’d become the very character I created…

“But there’s a way!”

Regretting the past is for amateurs. Living hard in the present is for intermediates. Changing one’s own future is for masters.

With my second-rate characteristics.

I knew well how to use them.

“Alright! Then, let’s start the academy exam!!”

Countless students simultaneously dove into a portal opened in the air.

To advance a bit faster, to overwhelm other competitors.

Gulp gulp.

“I’m so sleepy.”

But at least if my predictions are correct, this exam won’t be influenced by how quickly one enters.

That’s why I lay down on the ground for a moment, using the ground as a pillow, and closed my eyes.

“Hey! That person is sleeping?”

“Who let such a drunkard in!!”

“Even the academy exam has lowered its quality!”

I heard jeers from around me.

“Cool…”

“Oh no! Quickly, move that person inside!!”

Feeling myself being lifted by flustered examiners around me, I sensed my body being dropped through the portal.

Academy’s Drunk Fighter

Academy’s Drunk Fighter

아카데미의 취권 고수가 되었다
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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: Korean
Somehow, I ended up possessing a character in an academy setting. “Our school has a strict no-alcohol policy for students.” “Huh?” I’m a Drunken Fighter who gets stronger the more intoxicated I am, but alcohol is banned.

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