[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero":3,"chapter-i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Became the Academy’s War Hero",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1531717,1990,"Chapter 10 : Physical Strength Is National Power, You Idiots (2)","i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>Chapter 10: Physical Strength Is National Power, You Idiots (2)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, that day’s three-hour orientation was filled entirely with physical training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had considered ending it after asserting dominance a little, but decided against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I need to make a lasting impression now, so they won’t dare to talk back later.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was also the reason I had shown off a bit of my skills earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, part of it was to test the performance of my newly gained ability—but the main goal was to spread rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, an exaggerated story like “Eric Halenber picked a fight with Eugene Carter and got crushed instantly” would circulate among the cadets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once that rumor spread, it would soon reach every corner of Karbenna—and eventually, Frederick and Michel would hear of it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had already left a strong impression during the welcoming ceremony, so now both professors and cadets would have no choice but to pay attention to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make an impact at the Imperial Conference later, I had to start with these small, steady buildups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘As long as I don’t look like someone unworthy of dealing with.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least the Frederick I knew wasn’t the kind of trash who took pleasure in tormenting the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed as I looked around at the cadet candidates sprawled all over the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How disappointing. To think the so-called best elites of the Empire are like this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric Halenber, whom I had especially focused on, was completely knocked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, a few seemed relatively fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, the most notable was, of course, Francia Brida.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already regained her calm, steady breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘As expected of Francia. That hard worker wouldn’t collapse from just this level of physical training.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I smiled in satisfaction while looking at her, our eyes met for a brief moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending it was nothing, I continued my explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From fourth year onward, you too will participate in actual beast-slaying operations. After graduation, you will lead troops as honorable officers of the Empire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every word I spoke, Eugene Carter’s memories filled my head more vividly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with them came emotions I never could have felt as just a player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That instinctively made my voice ring with conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The battlefield is a horrific hell. It’s incomparable to training in every aspect. If fighting humans is like that—then what about when your opponent is a beast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twisted smile spread across my lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll leave that to your imagination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—now the connection had been made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that was left was to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the day Francia would come find me herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After briefly posting a notice about next week’s class, Eugene Carter left the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exhausted classmates of Class 3 supported one another as they headed toward the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because they had rolled together on the training ground for hours, a strange sense of camaraderie hung in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there were exceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poking halfheartedly at the bread and soup on his tray, Eric Halenber seethed with visible anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as they noticed his mood, Billy and Philip couldn’t stop shoveling food into their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it… damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curses slipped out of his mouth uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humiliating scene from earlier wouldn’t leave his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the fact that it had all been caused by his own foolish judgment only made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely five minutes later, unable to endure it any longer, Eric rose abruptly from his seat—instantly drawing the eyes of his classmates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you staring at, bastards?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who would’ve averted their gaze just yesterday didn’t flinch in the slightest now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric knew all too well what that meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-Yeah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio hurried out of the cafeteria, and behind them, familiar words began to surface among the murmuring crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words they might have casually tossed around themselves before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s been acting all high and mighty since first year—guess he finally met his match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would you even mess with a war hero?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t he hear the rumors?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess he thought being from a noble family meant he’d get away with it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As if. Was effort something he inherited with his bloodline?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wasn’t his first-year ranking just luck anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were me, I’d quit out of shame. Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing those words echo in her mind, Francia felt a wave of disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year later, and this place still hadn’t changed at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought was what prompted her next words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be heading out first, Chloe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yes! See you in the afternoon class, Miss Francia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she moved through the crowded cafeteria, her mind swirled with thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one that lingered at the end was about the instructor of Practical Tactics III—Eugene Carter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, throughout the entire orientation, Francia hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To someone from a fallen noble family like her, the name Carter carried significant weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t expected much, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the incident seven years ago, most believed Eugene Carter had fallen into complete ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eugene Carter she saw with her own eyes… was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Though I can’t quite put my finger on why.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If nothing else, she trusted her eye for talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, she could clearly recall the mana flowing through Instructor Carter’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That weak, fragile pulse of magical energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I had hoped it wasn’t true.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumor that his mana heart had suffered irreversible damage… seemed to be true after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard talk that he’d shown his skills during the welcoming ceremony, but she’d dismissed it as mere gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, none of the cadets had seen it firsthand—and rumors were always prone to exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if that was the case—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then how had he looked perfectly fine earlier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damage to the mana heart was essentially damage to the heart itself. Even half-damaged, one could barely stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And yet that dying man supposedly floored Billy Gray in a single blow?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might’ve embarrassed himself during orientation, but that trio wasn’t to be underestimated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric Halenber — Comprehensive Rank B, 9th in the year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy Gray — Comprehensive Rank C, 56th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Philip Petra — Comprehensive Rank C, 60th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the case, the three had trained together for a year, developing strong coordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the opponent was a legendary war hero, their bodies would’ve reacted instinctively if he’d made a move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, until the moment Billy fell, neither Eric nor Philip had managed to do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…If only I’d seen it from the start.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing she remembered was Billy writhing on the ground in pain—hardly enough to form a clear conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, there was more than enough reason to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that man truly was the imperial rebel her father had spoken of—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, he wouldn’t turn his back on a cadet because of her status or bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once her resolve was made, there was no reason to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickened her steps and headed straight for Building E.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>11:30 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…So this is what it means to be mentally exhausted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even doing nothing, sighs kept escaping my mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What I’d witnessed during lunch was that dreadful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I crossed the plaza from Building I, where the dining halls were clustered, I felt as though I’d received the stares of every single cadet and instructor on campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even if someone else had done the same thing, they wouldn’t have drawn this much attention…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit me once again how infamous Eugene Carter was within Karbenna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after shaking off all the meddlesome stares and hurriedly returning to my private office in Building E could I finally let out a sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Perhaps I was a bit too careless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I honestly hadn’t expected such a fuss over something this minor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I’d done was take down one beast and run the kids through a single round of drills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise still echoed vividly in my ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had snapped at me, asking if I was out of my mind, while others had praised me for doing well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few had shouted that they’d see me expelled, and others applauded, saying “That’s the Special Task Forces for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some claimed they were only saying it out of concern and warned me never to treat cadets that way again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it really sank in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Looks like there’ll be a lot of annoying business coming my way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, one thing was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d gotten one step closer to my goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within just ten days of possessing this body, I’d formed clear connections with three of the heroines, and even created links with the remaining two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were few starts this smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, I couldn’t afford to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Because this world works that way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that was how MAGA had always been during the ten years I’d watched it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when I barely managed to reconcile two of them, they’d become enemies again the next day over some trivial event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relationships tangled from the start rarely unraveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Variables always appeared from unexpected places, and the heroines always died at unexpected moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were times when Edel—the officially fragile one of MAGA—was perfectly fine, while Francia, who rarely even got injured, was found dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through countless failures, I’d realized one simple truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This world runs the complete opposite of how I expect it to.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like our own reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I’d stopped expecting anything at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I merely analyzed the given facts and situations, making the best possible choices over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Even so, I still failed to save them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a file that stood out from the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were Francia Brida’s academic records and comprehensive evaluations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I combined the document’s contents with the information from my memory, I fell deep into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francia Brida.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sole surviving member of the Brida family, successor of the Phantom Swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her first-year comprehensive evaluation: C-rank. Overall ranking: 34th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In-game, her five main stats were Agility, Endurance, Technique, Willpower, and Insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among over sixty main characters, she ranked 8th in physical ability and 3rd in potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the female characters—the heroines—her ranking rose from 3rd to 1st.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a saying: “Francia, the one you can always count on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her defining trait was her tenacity—she simply wouldn’t die from anything short of catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why players usually left Francia alone in the early game and focused on taking care of the other heroines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, I wasn’t going to do that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘In Apocalypse Mode, the earlier Francia awakens, the better.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of butterfly effect this strategy would bring later, I’d have to wait and see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I thought that, my gaze shifted toward the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large map of Karbenna was pinned to one side of the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had been scanning it for a while when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock, knock, knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a knock came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even turning my head, I answered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s open.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened, and a small hand shot up in a sharp salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second-year, Class 3, Cadet No. 12, Francia Brida, reporting. I have business with you, Instructor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I turned my head, Francia was standing there, legs pressed together, posture straight as a rod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That was fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pardon? What do you mean by that…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just talking to myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I brushed it off quickly and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My sharp tone came out naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francia paused for a moment, then met my gaze directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d like you to give me special training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her burning red eyes, I could see both determination and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>",1948,"2026-06-06T06:11:51.613Z",1,"novelbin.me","156aef8c261cb11f0c2efe64e0242fb665f8c4d935fb87aaae1dbd2fc119e569","i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-11","i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-9",163,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-cover.jpg"]