There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 510



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EP.510 The person closest to the top 10.

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There are few people who are grateful for mercy, and many people believe that they are unfair victims.

Once you’ve bled, never stop.

[Chilean Special Forces, Pinochet’s Children’s Proverbs]

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Even though the Olympia preliminaries were almost over, the atmosphere at the Academy did not subside and became increasingly heated.

It was natural. The preliminaries were merely an internal competition within the Academy, but the finals were a real competition where the pride of each country and group was at stake.

From the small scale of competition between superhuman training periods to the large scale of age-old pride battles between nations.

There was some opinion that what kind of national pride comes out in a mere student fight, but the opinions of the parties involved were different.

Can a student from the Small Kingdom of Asha, who was forced into unfair trade by France for decades, compete with a French student with a pure heart?

Can students from countries that participated in the ASEAN War see each other as just fellow students, rather than future enemies?

What happens when a Korean student meets a Japanese student? How about a person from Israel meeting someone from Germany?

Although it was not like the real bloodshed of system competition during the Cold War, it was a fact that no one could deny that the current Olympia was taking on the character of a proxy war.

And people who are competitive often… No, quite often the word fair is trampled upon.

Moscow, which was recently humiliated by the Ayatollah, is blatantly spraying elixirs on its own students.

The rumor that several South American countries were stealing illegal elixirs and giving them to students was already considered an established fact.

In the end, it becomes a vicious cycle in which even fair people commit injustice in order not to fall behind…

“… In other words, this season is the best season for black market alchemists.”

It was Princess Maggot who interrupted Seti who was trying hard to explain.

suddenly? As Dawn turned her head, La Chic, who was pressing a glass bottle filled with pink liquid into her wrapper, added:

“Alchemists aren’t stupid either, they stock up on medicine in one way or another before the Olympia starts.”

“is it so?”

“Yes, the effectiveness of the medicine has been reduced a bit, but potions that normally don’t sell, such as the fast-digesting elixir, are selling like crazy this season… It’s a good time in many ways. The price of doping potions that last for a day or two has increased several times, and drugs are actually not worth the money this season?”

Rashik finished packing the potion in the box and looked at Dawn with pink eyes filled with caffeine and fatigue.

Dawn, facing those earnest eyes, tilted her head. what? Why is it like that all of a sudden?

The saint next to me said, ‘Has he finally gone crazy because of working overtime?’ As he was saying the same thing, Rashik pushed back his messy hair and said,

“… Now, then, how would I feel about missing this part thanks to someone?”

“uh… I do not know?”

“… .”

Rashik, who was about to spit out a swear word from between his lips, sighed and spoke.

“I’m not going to ask you for money… huh? “Can’t you at least treat me at my level?”

“Treatment? “What kind of treatment?”

“Aside from this stuffy laboratory, what are you talking about? They’ll let you stay in the highest VIP room in the downtown area?”

Perhaps because he thought this was too much of a request, Rashik spoke and secretly looked at Dawn’s notice. But she smiled and answered.

“If that’s the case, tell me early and move it right away. “I will pay the expenses.”

“… .”

When Dawn accepted obediently, Rashik, who had brought up the story, blinked in surprise.

‘Is this what happens?’ As she looked at her dawn with her longing eyes, she secretly added a condition.

“Hey, then, while we’re at it, can I buy you some ingredients for the elixir? You don’t need a lot, just enough to make one or two bottles… .”

Judging by the way he trailed off, it seemed like he was going to ask for a fairly expensive elixir. However, Seti and Yeomyeong, who knew how hard she helped, nodded at her without saying anything.

“I can save you, but… Wouldn’t it be better to rest? “You’ve been staying up all night lately.”

“That’s because you fucking work…” ! no no. I can’t compromise on this. “You have to make a decent drug and put it on the market when it’s a major issue to maintain the value of the name.”

“… Worth the name? Pink Death?”

“Lord of the cochineal bug! At least call her Maggot Princess! uh?! “I’m doing that because I don’t think the Maggot Princess’s name is worth it, you bastard!”

At that time, the saint asked Yeo-myeong, ‘Did drug dealers even have a reputation?’ He whispered.

The voice was explicit, as if telling everyone to listen, and Rashik immediately screamed.

“I’m not a drug dealer, I’m a traditional alchemist! I have international pharmacist qualifications?! “It’s a professional job!”

“Oh, you said that. “He was a drug dealer with a pharmacist’s license.”

When the saintess chuckled, Rashik raised his finger and pointed at her.

“Should I tell you what kind of medicine you took for me? uh? Even after all that, you’re a saint-”

Instead of answering, the saint quietly placed her hand on the handle of the gun. A warning that if you say anything, they will pick you up and shoot you right away.

I don’t know what kind of medicine I received from Rashik, but the atmosphere was unusual.

‘… ‘Did you get some strange medicine?’

Well, at most I probably received some aphrodisiac pills. Dawn, who saw through her saintly woman’s obvious (?) desire, raised her hand and stopped the two people.

“This is the end of the drug story. “I promised that I wouldn’t make Rashik anymore, so you can stop teasing me too.”

The saint answered half-heartedly, “Yes, yes.” Dawn asked Rashik again.

“… So, Rashik? “What material is it?”

Rashik did not answer right away. She sat between her dawn and Soemiri in case the saintess fired her gun.

I wanted to do something like that, but the material that came out of her mouth was worth it.

“Clear rights, two roots… No, just buy me one root.”

This time the saintess screamed loudly.

“what? Are you really crazy because of working overtime? “Why don’t you ask for dragon scales instead?”

“No, that already exists… .”

“… .”

Then the saint really put her finger on the trigger. Dawn used her telekinesis to snatch the gun from her and then asked cautiously.

“Is this clear right the same as the elixir I know?”

“… “What do you know?”

“One of the causes of the elven war.”

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After speaking up to that point, Dawn looked at Soemiri.

She came to Rashik’s laboratory with Seti, the saint, and Dawn, and had been quietly reading a book next to him.

But from the moment the words ‘clear right’ were uttered, she closed the book and stared at Rashik.

Rashik, perhaps aware of Miri’s reaction, shrugged his shoulders and answered.

“It’s the grass that the forest people sold in America and got on the nerves of the elves.”

“… Why is that?”

“This is difficult to find these days, but it was a fairly common elixir in the past. Thanks to this, there is no place that is not included in old recipes… “Give it a try.”

“… .”

“I’m not doing this all of a sudden, it’s something I’ve been coveting for a long time… It’s because there happens to be a person selling it. huh? “How could it not work?”

The answer to that question came from somewhere other than Dawn.

“There just happens to be a person selling it? “Where?”

“Yes?”

“Where on earth, what kind of guy with a big liver…?” Are you selling buds from the World Tree?”

The sprout of the world tree. That was the elf’s word for ‘clear right’.

And after hearing those words, Rashik belatedly remembered that Soemiri was an elf. An elf who is so great that she can even spit out informal language at her saintess.

I can’t believe I forgot this important fact just because I can’t see. My brain must have been damaged from working overtime.

‘To speak of clear rights in front of living witnesses of the American-Elf War… .’

It would not have been strange for an extremist elf, that is, most elves, to swing a sword right away. Rashik, embarrassed, pleaded with Dawn with his eyes.

Help me.

Dawn shrugged and answered, just like she did a moment ago.

“Rashik, you should be looking at the princess, not me.”

“… what? princess?”

“Yes, the great name is Sprout Gong…” town!”

Before he could finish answering, Soemiri slapped him on the shoulder! I hit it down.

“I am! I told you not to call me princess! “How many times do I tell you that I’m not a princess!”

For a moment, Dawn exaggeratedly shrank her body and avoided Soemili’s hand.

Soemiri continued to hit Yeo-myeong on the back two more times. Fortunately, that mischievous behavior seemed to have had an effect, and she spoke in a slightly angry voice.

“… Rashik, I won’t be angry, so tell me who is selling the buds of the World Tree.”

But Rashik could not answer right away. It was because of the atmosphere and the word princess that pierced her mind.

What the fuck, princess? Could it be that she is Damerond’s daughter?

The situation was quickly understood, and action was even faster.

Rashik bowed straight towards Soemili. It was a survival instinct that came from living as a small citizen for a long time.

“Well, I didn’t hear it myself… This time, it was clearly collected directly by a South American mercenary group that came to promote their membership to academy students… No, they are selling buds from the World Tree… “That’s what I heard.”

“… Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course. For sure! “I heard it clearly with both ears!”

The saintess, who saw Rashik suddenly becoming obedient, grumbled briefly, saying, ‘A saint is higher than a princess,’ and it took a moment for Soemiri to count the names of the mercenaries who came to the academy.

Seti, who had been quiet, burst out loud! I loudly placed the folder on the desk. With everyone’s attention, she explained.

“DINA mercenaries. Although they are not the best, they are a veteran mercenary group that has been active in conflict zones in South America for a long time. We are also actively trading elixirs… “I’m not sure if they’re really selling the buds of the World Tree or if it’s just promotional fishing.”

“… Why do you have that information?”

When Dawn asked again, Seti opened the folder and tapped a part as if he had been waiting. At the place where she knocked, there was a picture of her unfamiliar third-year senior.

“That’s it, Dawn, the mercenary group that your final opponent in the preliminary round, a third-year senior, is joining… “It’s right here.”