Hell Difficulty Tutorial Chapter 604: Walk around the Academy

These kids… it’s almost like dealing with Aaron and Dennis. Maybe I’m truly getting older and grumpier, but when I was younger, we knew how to show respect to a teacher, or we got slapped on the back of the head. I an, for so reason it happened to a lot, but that’s not important right now.

I would lant the fact that they can’t all be like Izzy, but that might not be fair. Izzy’s almost thirteen years old, and as she grows taller, she also changes a bit. I an, she is still the main source of emotional support for group 4 and the primary therapist for our guys, as funny as it sounds. But as of late, she’s been more rebellious and stubborn at tis.

Min‑Jae has been acting strangely ever since the first event of the second tournant. Apparently, Lissandra had a talk with him, and whatever she said—or whatever conclusion he ca to—has made him act… well, strange. It’s hard to describe.

Indeed, even after two years and seven floors, I remain the most normal person in this group, and if that isn’t worrying, I don’t know what is.

To add to my mood, I got lost again, and these damn rules stop from doing wide range scans or floating into the air. Maybe my stubbornness adds to it as well, but it’s not like I have anywhere to be.

So I walk through the academy, which is huge. It’s like a mix of the Palace at Versailles, Hogwarts, so kind of expensive private university back in the US, and God knows what else.

In so ways, I like it, it looks new, nice, and it’s interesting to explore. The gardens, hallways, all these towers and buildings that should have fallen in on themselves, but manage to stand either because of the weird materials that make up their fras, or whatever inscriptions they have doing the heavy lifting. That also ans there’s probably a Core sowhere, along with a control room, multiple mana batteries, counterasures to people trying to locate it, and all that fun stuff. I wonder: could I get through all that without anyone noticing? Is it rely rude, or is it actually illegal? If it’s only rude, I could totally do it. It’s not like I care about my reputation.

I step into another garden, this one filled with incredibly detailed animal statues that make wonder if they were once real creatures that have been turned to stone. That’s when I see Lily.

She and a few other girls and boys are seated on a blanket near the fountain and seem to be having lunch. Each student has a personal guard standing just a few steps away, alert and watchful. Nearby, servants move with practiced grace, refilling cups and handing out napkins as if these teenagers were royalty. There’s an air of quiet luxury and control, like everything around them has been carefully choreographed to ensure maximum comfort.

Even though she’s in the middle of socializing, Lily is very aware of her surroundings, and I’m sure she’s even training while these guys slack. Of course, she notices right away.

Her neutral face brightens into a huge smile, and without any concern for how it might look, much less any other thought, she gets to her feet.

One of the boys says sothing, but she ignores him, so he reaches out to grab her hand, and she swats it away like an annoying fly. Even then, it’s a surprising amount of force, and the boy, or young man, I should say, clutches his wrist, which seems to be broken.

Oh boy.

With a few smooth leaps that, even without using mana, show the strength of her body, she reaches and stops just before crashing into .

“Yo!” she says with that bright smile.

“Aren’t they going to think it’s weird that you ca to greet the Assistant Professor out of nowhere?”

“It’s fine. Tess said if that ever happens, I can just say you’re a family friend or sothing, and leave it at that without explaining anything else about my background.”

Damn, Tess, have you already predicted Lily would do that and co up with an excuse for her? How scary.

“Well, that’s fine then. Are these guys healers?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Yes. They’re better at healing others than themselves, and most of them are scared of getting hurt. They can’t even regenerate limbs quickly.”

“Well, aren’t healers supposed to be like nobles? Kept safely on the back lines to heal and extend the lives of important people and that kind of stuff?”

“That’s dumb,” she says.

“Yup,” I agree with her, “I an, isn’t it an insane advantage to heal yourself during combat? I would expect most healers to go that way.”

“ too! But they said healing skills tend to be very rare, so it’s not worth losing a healer in combat. There’s more value in saving multiple strong people of a similar level to the healer, rather than allowing the healer to fight at that level and risk dying.”

Once again I shake my head and lower my voice as I see one of the boys coming closer, the one whose wrist Lily broke. “So dumb,” I say.

Lily nods, and the boy, well, young man, honestly, joins us with his guard. He has eyes that smile on the outside but seem like they’re ready to stab you in the back at a mont’s notice. At least he can do so healing, given the way his wrist is already recovering.

“Lily, who is your friend?” he asks with that forced smile.

“Fuck off, Walric,” Lily answers without hesitation.

Both the man and his guard stop, surprise washing over their faces.

“E‑excuse , Lily?” he asks as if he doesn’t believe the words that have co from her mouth.

“You have five seconds, and then I’ll do the sa thing to you as I did to Xara and lori.” She faces him, and even though she’s a head and a half shorter than him, the man backs away.

As he leaves, he doesn’t forget to shoot that cliché look that clearly blas for his departure.

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When he’s far enough, I ask, “What happened to Xara and lori?”

Lily shrugs. “We, the ones with student roles in our group, are kind of like transfer students, and they tried to pick on because I'm new or sothing, so I… well...yes, I defended myself! Of course, nothing too extensive! They’re just kids after all!”

“Aren’t they the sa age as you?”

“They feel like kids, Nat,” Lily says, deflating. “It’s so dumb how sheltered these people are. I know they’re here to learn and pick up so skills before being thrown into fights with monsters, but damn, it really gets annoying.”

“So it sucks? Dennis and Aaron seem to be having fun.”

“It’s not all bad. My room is huge, the bed is amazing, and I even have my own massive bath and training area. There are servants everywhere, ready to do anything I ask. And Nat, the food is so goddamn good. I can also eat so much of it without getting fat, I cannot believe it. So of the students are nice, snobby, but still nice. So yeah, it’s fun, but I think I’ll be bored of it in a week or two.”

As she talks, I rember my small office and, even though it’s nice, it sounds like hers is even better. Damn healers, they sure do have it nice.

“Sounds good so far. Aren’t you worried about dear Walric?” I gesture toward the boy, who has awkwardly sat back down with the group.

Lily glances over and then back at . “Not at all! His uncle is the disciple of a Champion or sothing, but that’s all. I think I could easily beat his guard too if I wanted. He tries to act like he fell for and makes all these weird faces, but in reality, he’s sleazy and wants to ‘charm ’ just in case. All only because I let it slip that my healing skill is [Reconstruction] and it’s apparently a very good skill.”

“Well, just be careful.”

“I will. See you later! And talk in Community sotis, you’re the only one who doesn’t do that much.”

“I will, I will. Later then.”

She leaves to return to her group, and out of curiosity, I open the Community.

NotAaron (Hell, group 4) - nerd

StrongestOne (Hell, group 4) - I’m not a nerd! It’s just that there is so much information in the library!

NotDennis (Hell, group 4) - neeeeerd

StrongestOne (Hell, group 4) - Do I have to give up and be dumb just to get you to leave alone?

NotAaron (Hell, group 4) - NotDennis does it without trying.

NotDennis (Hell, group 4) - That’s just natural talent. Can’t teach it.

StrongestOne (Hell, group 4) - Incredible. Truly an inspiration.

NotAaron (Hell, group 4) - Don’t hype him up, it only makes him stronger.

I close it again. Maybe I’ll check again later.

But before the window closes for the millionth ti, I start to wonder if NotDennis is actually Aaron and NotAaron is truly Dennis? Or maybe it’s the opposite, after all, they must have known it would be our first thought? Or maybe they knew we would think it would be too simple and think the opposite? But what if they knew we would think that they knew we would think that, and did the obvious to seem unpredictable, knowing it would feel too obvious? Or maybe they went even further, thinking that if they did the obvious, people would think it’s a fake-out of a fake-out, and so they’d co all the way back around to assuming the nas are reversed, which ans they’re not?

The worst part is, I’m sure even if they tell us which it was, they’d just lie. Or maybe they’ll tell the truth because we’ll think they might lie. Or maybe they’ll lie knowing we’ll assu it’s the truth because they expected us to think they might lie, but not actually expect them to lie about it.

These thoughts continue to go through my mind as I continue my walk. The longer I walk, the more surprised I am by the size of this Academy and its facilities. There’s an auditorium big enough for thousands of people, each row filled with luxurious seating and enough space for servants to move about freely.

Then there are training halls with fancy sparring circles and training weapons, and so elaborate exercise machines.

There are swimming pools, wellness buildings offering saunas, massages, and whatever other magical wellness things they’ve decided to include.

Barbers, hairdressers, shops, tailors, restaurants.

So buildings are well guarded, locked, and extrely mysterious too.

Overall, I’m sure a person could live here their entire life without wanting for anything.

Done with my examination, I turn and start walking back along the pathway between the buildings and the garden, which looks more like a forest. The sun is already setting, and so lamps on the side light up with a cozy glow. Well, not like they can compare to my thermal cubes or pyramids.

I walk for a while, and after a few turns, I notice a presence behind .

Observing the waves and vibrations the person sends my way, and the length of their steps, I identify it as a woman, they seem to be just about as tall as Tess, but I estimate her strength stat is lower. Dexterity and constitution are hard to gauge just from the surface kinetic senses I’m using.

After a few more turns, that person is still walking behind , and I detect another presence, much smaller and barely moving, sticking close to the woman in question.

I stop.

She stops as well.

I start walking.

She starts walking too.

This level of shalessness is almost admirable.

Out of curiosity, I stop and stand in the middle of the pathway for a full five minutes.

She does the sa, stopping in the middle of the path, not seeming to care how weird it must look.

And I still refuse to turn around or use more senses. It takes five more minutes before I finally reach my rooms, and the pathway splits. For the first ti, my stalker heads in a different direction.

This ti, I turn around and watch her, and our eyes et.

The woman is wearing clothes that identify her as a Professor, and on top of her head sits a big, pointy hat with a wide brim, reminding of every witch illustration I've ever seen. She also wears a long black robe over her clothes.

On her shoulder sits a tiny brown owl with huge eyes that seem to be watching as well. Its body isn’t moving at all, but its head turns like a human would twist their neck.

That tiny owl is very cute.

My stalker finally disappears from sight, and I decide to visit my office to grab a few things before heading to my room.

Even before I reach it, I know sothing is wrong. The locks I added in addition to the original ones are gone. Well, maybe “gone” isn’t the right word. They are still there, they’re just a tiny bit different, as if soone removed them and then attempted to replace exactly the sa ones, which shouldn’t really be all that difficult since I didn’t put much effort into them, not having expected sothing like this in the least.

I unlock the room and enter, only to imdiately notice the change.

One of the two big wooden boxes my sister gave is missing.

Soone has stolen my thermonuclear warhead.