<399 - Shocking News>
Mob heard a gasp-inducing piece of news.
“Apparently, this guy Dobi cast a bizarre illusion on Oknodie and toyed with him.”
“That Oknodie?”
“Can you believe it?”
Oknodie had been played with by someone.
Struggling to believe such a story, Mob sought out the student who spread the rumor.
“Can you tell me more about that story?”
“W-well, don’t get so angry… I just heard it somewhere…”
Boom!
Explosion!
Charisma!
With overwhelming full-body armor and daily continuous weight training, Mob unwittingly exuded an aura.
The nearby lower-class student, unable to handle the intimidating energy, shrank back in fear.
Seeing the terrified face of the student, Mob realized too late and pulled back his aura.
“Sorry. So, what’s the deal with Oknodie?”
“I heard Dobi made Oknodie wear a swimsuit and was seen moving a box filled with tentacles.”
“Whaaat!!!!”
What the heck is that!!!
“What the heck is that!!!”
“Ahh, don’t shake me by the collar, aaaah!”
“Tell me right now!!! Where is that guy!!!”
As Mob shook the student furiously by the collar, the fabric ripped with a rip sound.
Unable to withstand the shock that rattled both his head and brain, the student fainted in a pitiful state, collapsing forward with a thud.
The expressions of the surrounding students turned pale white from shock and fear!
“What did Dobi do to Oknodie, forcing him to wear a swimsuit and making him do what with the tentacles!!!”
“W-we don’t know either, please forgive us!!!”
“We didn’t do anything wrong, please!!!”
Grabbing one student in each hand by the collar, Mob continued to shake them like a vending machine that ate coins, knocking them out once again.
Leaving three victims behind, Mob set off to find the person most knowledgeable about the information.
Bang.
“Jezel!!! I need your help!!!”
Seeing Mob burst in, Jezell wore a proud smile and said,
“Ha! Thanks to Son Ohchun constantly banging the door open, it’s worth having a sturdy door. See? Even after all that, the door is unbroken.”
“I don’t care about that. Tell me right now where this guy Dobi is hiding!!”
Jezel, hurt by Mob’s disregard for her pride, replied with a slightly wounded expression.
“The information fee has been displayed on the panel. Please place your palm there to make the payment.”
Beep.
[10 points have been deducted.]
“Dobi is currently in the Second Year Large Classroom, classified as H1L25 danger zone, recruiting seniors for the Church of the End.”
“Second Year?”
“Only upon hearing that you realized you were mad. Why don’t you tell me why you’re so angry?”
“That guy made Oknodie wear a swimsuit and forced him to carry a box full of tentacles!”
“…Hmm? Please wait a moment.”
Jezel began operating the information network to verify the authenticity of the information.
As always, he smiled with half-closed eyes before placing his communication magic tool down, his expression sharpening into a more intense grin.
“You’ve brought good information… Upon verification, it turns out all the information Mob provided is indeed true. Dobi, he can’t be left alone any longer.”
The moment it was revealed that a mere first-year lower-class brat, not even a member of the Foundation, had committed such an act against Oknodie, Mob could barely contain his rage.
“Moreover, it’s not just playing with Oknodie. They even found a wet curtain.”
“A curtain too!?”
At this point, Mob’s mind began conjuring even more scandalous scenarios.
Dobi grabbing Oknodie’s weakness and threatening him.
Reminding him to strip off his school uniform and putting him into a pool filled with tentacles while being surrounded by curtains…
Alone with Dobi.
Skipping lectures too.
“I can’t take it anymore!!!”
Mob drew his sword and charged into the gathering place where the second years were clustered.
“Let’s kill the vampire!”
“Convert to the Church of the End!”
“Ughhhh, even after all this studying, if the world ends, it’s all for nothing!! Dobi, please tell us what to do!!!”
The second years, heavily influenced by Dobi’s teachings, seemed to be listening intently.
“Dobi, get out here right now!!”
“Who’s this brat?”
“How dare a first-year call out the name of our Grand Bishop Dobi so casually!!”
“Is Dobi your friend!?”
“The minion of the vampire who accelerates the end has appeared! Let’s defeat him and protect our grades from becoming trash by our own hands!!”
With a roar, the second years rushed at Mob from all directions.
Mob was very flustered.
However, the more dire the situation became, the more Mob’s training would shine through.
Binding Vines!
Sticky Ground!
Heavy Footsteps!
Curse of Weakened Strength!
Obscure Sight Magic!
In an instant, a flurry of multiple spell connections flew at him.
Using his honed stats, he forcibly broke the initial binding magic.
“What! He broke the binding vines with pure strength!?”
The succeeding spells that followed hesitated, but Mob evaded the physical attacks with swift movements, and overcame the curses with endurance.
“Got it! The vision-obscuring magic hit. With this, he won’t be able to see for five seconds… Oh no!?”
“It doesn’t matter if I can’t see. I’ve already trained for it.”
The training Mob had done under Oknodie had honed his abilities to cope with ‘all kinds of crises.’
Even with eyes closed, just after a few seconds, he maintained balance and envisioned the fading scenes in his mind, activating his rare skill, Combat Continuation.
Additionally, swinging the sword with the strength trained through the cursed training armor set?
“It’s still no use! We’re second years. The density of our defensive magic is an entirely different level from a first year!”
“This brat is so overly eager but thinks he can overcome second-years seriously dedicated to their lectures. His arm must be broken!”
“W-what the heck. This kind of strength is only supposed to show among upper-class students! I’ve never heard of a first year like this! It’s not even in the high-severity first-year pamphlet Castellan has issued!!”
Just one year.
The gap was too small to be overcome with high-intensity training when you played around all day and barely studied.
Those second-years, who had ditched their studies to hover around Dobi, simply couldn’t surpass Mob who was earnestly fighting.
“Crush him with mana!”
“Take turns taking damage!”
“Switch to wheel tactics!”
Of course, it wasn’t long before it became meaningless for the second years, who were now aware of Mob’s strength, to be overrun like they were during their first year.
As soon as they sensed Mob’s strength, they swiftly decided to take turns receiving blows and exhausted their power.
Mob, having to expend his resources at every moment, quickly started to tire.
Cough, is this really it!
Oknodie faced unjust treatment and yet he couldn’t capture the culprit and got taken down by those lackeys instead.
“Good job holding on, greenhorn.”
“This voice…!”
Just as Mob’s knees finally hit the ground and the second years began to gain the upper hand, a chilling gust of wind blew through the gathering place, sparking something in Mob.
This was no ordinary wind.
It was a power wind, arising from numerous mana users emanating their magic but not overpowering the dense mana pushing through and creating its own domain!
Mob recognized only one person who could produce such an intimidating presence.
“Eastern Swordsman Sing!!”
“If you want to rise to the upper class, you must be able to defeat something like this on your own.”
With all his might, Mob released mana into the surroundings, barely creating an ‘area’ around him.
He sharply organized this energy, extending it like a sword strike toward the direction of his aggression.
The area stretched out before the sword was deployed by Sing.
Magic Destruction!
Curse Destruction!
Physical Destruction!
Defense Destruction!
Sing demonstrated an absolute hierarchy, forcibly dismantling all the attacks aimed at him as he proved his superiority.
“I will only show you the way this one time.”
Like the second years who had lost their motivation, Mob’s spirit briefly wavered.
‘What monstrous strength! Are they saying I need this kind of power just to see Oknodie making cute faces?!’
Mob was now aware that the rumors surrounding Oknodie weren’t limited to what happened with Dobi that day.
Even sitting idle at the cafeteria, people were talking about how today’s meal was so good that even Oknodie was eating well, leading to increased cafeteria attendance. When they merely saw her digging in, the seniors would gossip about experimental materials they had pilfered, causing students to pop up like a mob with shovels in hand.
Of course, everyone knew about Oknodie’s overflowing friendliness toward Sing, and that alone added to Mob’s stress and insecurities.
‘Dobi was just the finishing blow, but the one who pissed me off first was that Sing guy.’
Hiding the jealousy and rage bubbling within, Mob humbly bowed his head.
“Thank you for your guidance. I will definitely catch up with today’s level someday.”
When that day comes, I will return the favor of today’s strike directly to you.
Looking down at Mob’s clenched fist, Sing chuckled lightly.
“So, where exactly is that Dobi hiding that Jezell mentioned?”
“D-Dobi is after the meeting…”
One of the second-year students nearby hesitantly began to speak.
“After the meeting?”
“He went to the cafeteria for lunch…”
“…Looks like it will be noisy at the cafeteria today.”
Observing Sing leading the way toward the cafeteria, Mob regained his composure and followed closely behind.
