Fanatics of the Magic Academy

After saying goodbye to Hans and his daughter, Rose walked out of the underpass.

The trip has achieved its intended goal: obtaining the means to buy enhancement agents, which is to acquire magic.

This also provided a way to acquire marks, which are essentially money.

Provide information about the corpse to the head of the nearest magic academy or soup kitchen, and they will pay you.

However, what puzzled Rose was why the head of the soup kitchen wanted to collect the bodies.

At that moment, Rose remembered that when she went to collect the porridge that morning, there were a few bits of meat in it.

He immediately made the connection.

Could it be...?

Immediately afterwards, he dismissed the idea.

Because if that were true, the porridge would have to be meat porridge instead of just bits of meat.

Not that few.

Rose is more inclined to believe that the soup kitchen manager had access to corpses and made some extra money from it.

He walked toward the garbage bin where he used to live.

By this time, it was almost completely dark.

But this had no effect on Rossai anymore; under the influence of his high level of rationality, he could walk back even with his eyes closed.

Reason is a good thing; it brings so many positive benefits.

Exceptional memory, lightning-fast thinking speed, and outstanding observation and reaction abilities.

Not only that, it can also intervene in reality and cast spells.

As for faith? You're just a substitute for being born in an era without magic!

At that moment, Rose noticed that there seemed to be an argument going on ahead.

He groped his way toward that side in the dark and managed to get a rough idea of ​​what was happening there.

It appears that two groups are trading something, but the transaction doesn't seem to be going very smoothly.

Rose carefully leaned against the wall, straining her ears to see if she could hear anything.

"...Fuck! You're fucking messing with me?!"

"You son of a bitch, take it or leave it!"

"Fuck! Do you think I'm new to this?!"

Still using "fuck" as a comma, everyone's a son of a bitch.

The two groups became increasingly agitated, and the atmosphere grew more and more tense.

Finally, at some point, the taut string snapped.

"Bang--!!"

A deafening sound, without warning, suddenly tore through the night sky.

Rose was first taken aback and confused, then shocked, and finally he recognized the voice.

"No way! This is a magical fantasy world where they hang believers up and burn them, and now they even have guns?!"

Rose wouldn't mistake the smell of gunpowder after the huge explosion, or the flash of light.

That's a gun!

Immediately afterwards, the whole street erupted in chaos.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da da!"

What?! They even have fully automatic rifles?!

This has gone beyond a street brawl!

Rose poked his small head out; in the darkness, his short body was not very noticeable.

He could barely make out the source of the "da da da" sound.

It wasn't the fully automatic rifle he had imagined, but a handgun held by a man in a vest.

However, the pistol was equipped with a fully automatic paddle shifter at the rear, turning what was originally a single-shot pistol into a miniature machine gun.

It is small in size, but its power is exactly the opposite of its size.

The firing sounds were extremely frequent and rapid, a violent "da da da" sound, even so frequent that they resembled the "buzzing" sound of electricity.

With his high level of rationality, he could even see the trajectory of the bullets; the gun's rate of fire was approaching 20 rounds per second.

The bullets exploded like a barrage of firecrackers in the confined space, causing a painful ache in the eardrums.

The strong smell of gunpowder quickly overwhelmed the stench that Rose had grown accustomed to over the past few days, and a choking, irritating aura spread through her eyes.

The blinding muzzle flashes flickered wildly in the thick smoke, vaguely illuminating the twisted, brutal faces of several people.

"Ah—! Fuck!"

Some people screamed in agony, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Some people were searching for cover while frantically emptying their magazines towards the opposite side.

After an unknown amount of time, the gunfire gradually subsided, and it was unclear which side had won.

The few survivors picked up something from the ground and scrambled out of the alley, disappearing into the darkness.

The alleyway was plunged into darkness once again.

Only a few people remained, lying on the ground convulsing and groaning, their voices gradually fading away.

Rose emerged from behind the wall.

Azure pupils scanned the messy alley.

He was thinking about what would happen if he faced that pistol that had been modified into a fully automatic weapon.

He quickly made a decision: if he were in a materialistic state of mind, he would almost certainly die.

Even if he could see the bullet's trajectory clearly, his body couldn't dodge it.

Moreover, the chanting phase of using magic is enough to make the opponent riddle you with holes.

Thinking of this, Rose felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

The joy of learning self-defense magic was completely swept away.

But soon, Rose began to think again: what if we were to remove the state of "materialism"?

Can I face someone wielding a fully automatic rifle while maintaining my [Ancient Dragon Follower] status?

Ultimately, Rose concluded that there was roughly a 6-7% chance of winning.

With the added boost of [Vitality Flow], Rose's physical abilities are sufficient to dodge bullets.

Furthermore, the intuition and perception gained in the [Ancient Dragon Follower] state during combat are no less than the judgment and observation brought about by a high level of rationality.

Despite the exceptionally dense hail of bullets, Rose believed he could still quickly escape the range of fire.

Then, they quickly approached the gunman and killed him.

Of course, getting shot twice during this process is unavoidable.

Furthermore, the prayers in the "Gu Long Faith" series are all started at almost zero frames.

I can come up with any move I want and use it effortlessly.

Thinking of this, Rose breathed a brief sigh of relief.

I apologize, [Gu Long Faith], I was too arrogant before.

With its zero-frame casting animation, it's enough to crush magic.

Then, Rose slowly approached the scene of devastation.

A pool of dark red blood, like a viscous venomous snake, crawled along the cracks in the bricks towards Rose.

Rose glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, only one thought in her mind:

"OK, guys, time to eat!"

I forgot to sell the corpse this morning, so I'm making up for it here tonight.

This is truly a case of misfortune turning into fortune!

Still possessing an exceptional ability to adapt, Rose quickly adapted to the rhythm of this world's slums in just two days.

This world has a completely different set of beliefs than his previous life.

In his previous life, generally speaking, the corpse belonged to an owner and family, and should have been buried.

In this world, the lower classes seem to be indoctrinated with the idea that corpses are valuable, similar to stealing steel bars, electrical wires, or manhole covers.

It's a windfall; once you discover it, you can find someone to take it back and exchange it for a sum of money.

He turned and jogged away to the place Hans had told him about the porridge house supervisor, which was where Mr. Valentine Hope was located.

Although the alley was in a very remote location, the commotion was too loud.

It's hard to say that someone might beat them to it.

With Rossai on his right-hand run, he quickly arrived at Valentine Hope's doorstep and knocked.

A moment later, Mr. Valentine opened the door, looked down and saw Rose, his eyes showing surprise.

Rose looked up at Valentine's kind face, her expression showing just the right amount of anxiety, and said:

"Mr. Valentine! There's been a gunfight in that alley over there, and there are many corpses!"

Valentine understood Rose's meaning in an instant, put on a coat, and followed Rose.

Before long, Valentine and Rose arrived at the place where the gunfight had taken place.

Valentine examined the corpses on the ground, then knelt down and began to assess each body as it lay before him:

"A total of six bodies were recovered, all of which were damaged. Three were severely damaged, two were damaged to a lesser extent, and one was slightly damaged..."

After standing up and thinking for a moment, he gave a price:

"I can give you 200 marks."

After saying that, he took two 100-mark notes out of his pocket.

However, he glanced again at Rose's height, which barely reached his waist.

After hesitating for a moment, he put the two 100-mark notes back into his pocket and took out more than ten coins from his pocket.

He counted out 200 marks and handed them to Rose.

Rose took the money, a childlike smile of joy on her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Valentine!"

Valentine saw Rose's smile, his eyes flickering, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

But he quickly regained his composure and extended an invitation to Rose:

"Have you had dinner yet? Would you like to come over to my place for a while?"

In Valentine's mind, Rose shouldn't have refused his invitation.

However, Rose shook her head and, to Valentine's somewhat surprised look, refused:

"Excuse me, Mr. Valentine, I have to go now!"

Rose bowed to Valentine and thanked him.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me this morning."

Rose stuffed the money into her pocket, turned and ran into the dark alley, disappearing into the darkness in no time.

Valentine looked regretfully in the direction Rose had left, shook his head, and then squatted down to deal with the corpse on the ground.