WeTried Translations
Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 51: A Student Who Got Some Rest (Not)
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[Your basic stat, ‘Stamina,’ has improved from E-rank to E+-rank.]
[Remaining Merit Points: 0p]
I stared at those messages for a long time, frozen stiff.
Merit Points? Forcibly improving stats?
Even I, a veteran of the original game, had never heard of anything like this.
‘The Hell Realm option... was unlocked?’
Additional options.
When the difficulty was set to [Impossible], a variety of extra choices appeared.
The direction of a playthrough changed depending on which option you added.
You could lose your sight and take the blind swordsman route, or play as one of the faculty members.
‘Content for veteran players.’
Every one of them boasted brutal difficulty.
They were made with the safety rails removed, since they were aimed at old players.
Still, among those options was one considered the hardest of them all...
[Additional Option: Hell Realm]
-All spawned monsters remain in a berserk state.
-The difficulty of all hostile factions that appear increases by 300%.
-All of the player’s basic stats are fixed at E-rank.
It was Hell Realm.
Even seasoned veterans clicked their tongues at its difficulty.
[Title: Is This Fucking Difficulty Actually Meant to Be Clearable???]
[Author: CashGrindLover]
I’m already on my fifth Hell Realm attempt
the difficulty is so insanely fucking ridiculous that I’m losing my mind
do this and I die do that and I die do nothing and I die fuck’s sake
this game is such complete trash I want to find the headquarters and set it on fire
I don’t know about anything else
but all basic stats fixed at E-rank <- this is the truly absurd restriction
how are you supposed to deal with Calamities and clear Purgatory with an overall E-rank rating
I’ve already died four times to Lacquer Night, the easiest Calamity
and I think I’m going to die on this fifth attempt too lol
isn’t there some bug that forcibly raises your stats?
if I could solve the stat problem, I think I could somehow brute-force it with my brain
[Yeah, no.]
-> There isn’t a bug that improves stats.
-> CashGrindLover) Why the hell isn’t there?
[By basic stats, you mean stamina, strength, and agility? There’s no bug that raises those.]
-> CashGrindLover) Why are there character parry, baseball, and status-effect parry bugs, but no bug that just changes a stat letter and raises your stats?
-> Lol, these bastards are sneakily thorough, you know?
-> There are so many bugs, but none serious enough to truly break the game.
-> That’s why there’s no item duplication bug either. At most, you can duplicate simple items like food.
[Honestly, it’s right that there isn’t a bug like that.]
-> If bugs could destroy everything, would that even be a game? It’d be an insect museum.
[Then why not just not enable Hell Realm? Why are you stubbornly trying to play it?]
-> CashGrindLover) There’s an achievement you can only get by clearing it...
-> You’re achievement hunting? Even so, isn’t this a bit too hard?
-> CashGrindLover) But BugFinder used to clear stuff like this all the time...?
-> Are BugFinder and you the same person? Lol.
-> You bastard... Are you looking down on our lord BugFinder?
-> I’ll kill you, you fucking bastard. I’ll flood the board with cursed images right now.
-> CashGrindLover) When did I ever...
As it turned out, there was no way to alter the stats fixed by Hell Realm.
There wasn’t even a bug that could break through that restriction.
If there had been one, I would’ve used it long ago.
Yet I’d found the answer through a mysterious title.
‘Saint... A saint.’
I read the title’s description over and over again.
‘So if I save someone’s life, I gain something called Merit Points. Then I can spend those points to improve my basic stats...?’
I thought it over carefully.
I’d received 50 points for pulling one survivor from a cell just now.
Then it had cost 50 points to raise my Stamina by one rank.
[Basic Stats]
Stamina: E+
Strength: E
Agility: E
Mana Sensitivity: E
The increase had been from E-rank to E+-rank.
Was it easy to raise because the stat was so incredibly low?
Just by saving one person, I’d broken through the limit on my Stamina.
‘It does feel like I’m a little less tired than before...’
A system that gave you currency in exchange for saving other people’s lives.
It really suited the concept behind the [Saint] title.
I never would’ve guessed there was a feature like this hidden away.
The reason I’d gained nothing despite wearing the title for so long after acquiring it was probably because I hadn’t saved anyone during that time.
‘If the status window hadn’t told me, I might never have known.’
Hell Realm.
A restriction I could overcome through the title’s special ability.
Then there was only one thing I needed to do from now on.
“Activate. Saw.”
Farm points.
“Activate. Scythe.”
Slash, slaaash-!
The wildly swung scythe sliced through the rows of iron bars.
I tore off the doors to each isolation cell, rescuing the people inside.
Then I held out my hand to the terrified survivors.
“Don’t worry, everyone! The cultists have all been dealt with by us Slayers! It’s time to wake from this nightmare and return to your warm homes!”
Words meant to reassure them.
I mixed in the same kind of lie I’d used at the ranch.
There were fewer people than before, so managing them wasn’t difficult.
The rescued survivors obediently moved as directed, hugging one another and bursting into tears.
“Oh, oh my God... Sob, were we really rescued?”
“God, thank you. Thank you...”
“I thought I was going to become a monster for sure...”
“Sniff, hic... It’s a miracle. It’s a miracle...”
They all either thanked me or prayed where they stood.
Some clutched my hands and collapsed, weeping.
I stayed beside them so they could calm down.
I even showed them the cultists’ corpses sprawled across the floor, making sure they understood they were safe.
Ding-!
[You have acquired 20 Merit Points.]
[You have acquired 20 Merit Points.]
[You have acquired 20 Merit Points.]
[You have acquired 20 Merit Points.]
.
.
[You have acquired 20 Merit Points.]
[You have acquired 20 Merit Points.]
[Remaining Merit Points: 400p]
Each saved life seemed to be worth 20 Merit Points.
Had I received 50 earlier to celebrate unlocking the ability?
There had been twenty unharmed survivors imprisoned in the isolation cells.
Once I’d torn away all the bars, I had accumulated 400 Merit Points.
“Your Highness.”
“Mm, shall I throw them to you like last time?”
“Please.”
There were also ten people confined in the special isolation cells.
Their bodies had been contaminated by demonic energy and had begun to mutate.
Carmilla used Bloodcraft to form a large hand.
She picked up the mutated people and hurled them straight toward me.
“Hngh...!”
People came hurtling toward me like baseballs.
I held the Absolute Balloon Sword in my hand.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
A never-ending game of parry baseball.
Every time I swung the gleaming Balloon Knife, the mutated people returned to their original forms.
“Whew.”
They hadn’t yet become mutants.
Their mutation process wasn’t complete.
That meant there was still room to intervene through Status Effect-Parrying.
Their species hadn’t changed. They were only suffering from a status effect called ‘Corruption.’
“My daughter...? M-my daughter...!”
“Mom...? Something’s strange. I had such a strange dream...”
“Ah, how could this... Sob, thank you. Thank you...”
The survivors were reduced to a sea of tears again.
A few of them even bowed to me.
The parents who had nearly lost their children did so most of all.
“Please rest easy. We Slayers have rescued you.”
“Sniff... Sob, Saint... Are you the Saint?”
“It’s a miracle. How could something like this...”
“God, God...”
It took quite a while to calm them down.
Amid the sniffling crowd, Carmilla tilted her head slightly.
“Vikto... No, Deputy Commander Garulik.”
“Yes, we should head back soon.”
“What do you intend to do with the survivors?”
“I contacted the Border Knight Order.”
“The Border Knight Order... You mean the knights we met at the ranch last time?”
“That’s right. Sir Kantas promised that he would help us whenever we needed it.”
“There’s no way you could have reached them at this hour. It seems you gave them advance notice.”
“You need to prepare things like this ahead of time. I contacted them before arresting Professor Glinbert.”
“I see... My retainer is truly thorough.”
“Hehe, isn’t it better to be certain?”
About an hour later, troops arrived near the temple.
A lion was embroidered in gold thread on their fluttering banners.
It was the symbol of the Border Knight Order.
Kantas hurried ahead of the others and gave a salute.
“Sir Garulik! Lady Manre! It is an honor to see you again!”
“It’s good to see you too, Sir Kantas. Please handle matters as I explained beforehand.”
“On my honor as a knight! I will identify every survivor and ensure they return safely to their families!”
“Reassuring.”
“For humanity!”
“Mm, for humanity.”
He was still excessively polite.
Perhaps because we’d earned his goodwill during the Human Ranch incident, he seemed ready to grant almost any request.
‘Well... He’s useful enough, so that’s good.’
Having someone to handle the cleanup was a good thing.
It meant I could leave the rest to them, like this.
After handing the survivors over, we left the temple and returned to the academy.
“Ugh...”
My whole body ached.
It felt like thick fatigue was crushing me.
‘How had so much happened in just a few days?’
During practical training, I’d cleared the first Calamity.
Then I dealt with Alice’s nightmare that appeared afterward.
I arrested Professor Glinbert, who had orchestrated the situation, on suspicion of being the academy’s mole.
Finally, I even wrecked the Cult branch he had been communicating with.
‘All of that happened in just four days.’
Of course, I’d gained plenty too.
A rush of rewards from practical training.
A cooperative relationship with Alice.
Compensation from the academy.
A wish token from Javert.
White Knight’s End.
And finally, I’d learned how useful the [Saint] title was.
‘If I keep stuffing myself with rewards like this, I’m going to get indigestion...’
I was full. Completely full.
I had gained as much as I’d suffered, so I didn’t regret it.
That didn’t mean the fatigue built up in my body had disappeared.
Thud.
The moment I reached my dorm room, I flopped onto the bed.
The soft blankets wrapped around my exhausted body, carrying my consciousness into a sluggish rest.
‘Let’s get some rest...’
I’d been running around frantically for far too long.
They said classes had been canceled for a while because of the practical training incident, too.
I intended to avoid any bothersome trouble for a while and quietly recuperate.
‘I’m absolutely not leaving this bed.’
With that resolve, I pulled the blankets over my head.
* * *
And then.
There was no such thing as absolute in life.
[Student Viktor.]
The auditorium was packed with the entire student body.
Students standing in neat rows all watched the stage.
I sat in Class E’s waiting area, staring at the podium with a displeased expression.
[Not only did he achieve first place in this practical training evaluation, he also played a decisive role in apprehending a collaborator within the academy.]
[Please come up to the stage.]
[Cadets, welcome him with a round of applause.]
At once, every student turned to look at me.
The kids murmured among themselves and clapped.
I had no choice but to awkwardly get to my feet.
‘No...’
It had only been twenty-seven hours since I swore I would never leave my bed.
I’d been dragged out before I could even enjoy my rest.
And it was to receive an award in front of the entire student body.
A silent scream echoed inside me.
‘Fuck.’
Let me rest.
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