I Want To Save the Academy Time-Limited Madman

9 – 3. Test (3)-Stamina measurement.

Dyers is doomed.

He wasn’t just an idiot, but his personality was so different that it was thought that he was a human made by combining all the bad elements such as budget abuse, gang fights, bullying, and unhappiness.

Because he didn’t say honorifics to anyone and skipped classes infrequently.

The sight of him silently running without expressing any dissatisfaction was something the students were not accustomed to at all.

“Honestly, most of us want to be wizards, not swordsmen or physical ones. Is there anyone who can run 2,000 meters?”

“Whoa…Whoa… That’s right. Almost no points are given anyway, but who works hard. Half of them won’t be able to go a thousand meters.”

“But he doesn’t stop at all?”

“Leave it alone. Could it be that we’ll lose to him? The one who entered the student council at the price of the family name.”

The blatant ridicule and contempt was heard from the people around him, but it was not a reason to stop Dyers from taking his steps.

He just ran under the hot sun.

He had no reason not to run.

Suddenly, he widened his distance with Straw and entered the top line.

Looking back, I can see that everyone is moving around.

The male students walking while talking among themselves about the next mana measurement time,

Girls talking about what to buy at the canteen and what to eat.

Even the couple students who seem to enjoy dating as if they don’t care about other people’s eyes.

This is relaxing.

Because there must be a lot of time given to you guys.

Since Jenna, the main character, hadn’t even gone through the tutorial yet, there was no way to come up with an elixir that would increase her lifespan.

Even if it comes out, it will take another year to come out.

Dyers has less than a year to live.

In that case, I’ll have to somehow get rid of the development until then.

The only possibility is to solve the case quickly while helping the main character, Jenna, as much as possible.

I want to live.

I’m depressed, but I don’t have time to be depressed.

Because if it’s a one-year deadline, you have to live 100 times harder than others.

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Dyers jumped.

As if being chased by something, I desperately moved and moved again. The figure looked like a person locked in fear, and it looked like he was suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder.

After running over 500 meters for 1,000 meters and 3 laps, his eyes slowly began to relax.

His feet were hot and stinging, as if on fire, and his arms were sweaty.

My lungs are heavily constricted, as if telling me to stop doing this right now, and I feel my heart beating like a drum.

It is said that the body, which seems to have exercised for the first time in its life, is desperately trying to maintain its original state.

It is because we reject change and choose stability.

If you give up even once here, it will always be like this.

In the original work, Dyers was found dead on the side of the street at Beatus Academy during summer vacation.

Looking at the description of the student council members frowning at the body, the cause of death is unknown, but it must have been suicide.

The family, the student council, and friends were too far away from Dyers, the extra villain.

I didn’t want that because I did something.

My goal is to escape the time limit, live as if I don’t exist, and graduate safely.

Dyers gritted his teeth and increased his speed.

He also caught a monstrous wolf, but there was no way he couldn’t run even this far.

He broke through four laps before he knew it.

“Wow…Did he take medicine, crazy man? What’s so fast…”

“It’s more scary to be expressionless, I…”

“Why isn’t it speeding up? Why?”

“Dyers… Is he on a diet…?”

“It was slow when I was a noble, but it became faster when I became a commoner.”

Students’ ridicule and ridicule were gradually changing into different reactions.

But whether it was good or bad, Dyers couldn’t hear it.

‘It’s really f*cking hard.’

I used to run for about 10Km as a warm-up, but now I was panting at just this much.

But it wasn’t a bad feeling.

At the fourth and a half turn, there was only one person left on top of Dyers.

Riché is the only swordsman in the magic aspiring class.

She was pretty sure she was going to be number one anyway.

She goes mad until she sees a monstrous creature jumping towards her.

Tutututututututu!

“Sir, f*ck! What?!”

She was a one-armed swordsman who prided herself on not being surprised by anything, but this sight was an exception.

What’s wrong with that pig?

Richet had a short time before joining the Dawn Society, she was a member of the student council with Dyers.

At that time, in terms of the number of accidents, Dyers was the 1st and Richet was the 2nd.

That’s not the important thing, Dyers. That guy didn’t like to run, let alone exercise, so he barely moved his body.

Thanks to that, when I was a freshman, Latina proposed a ‘report on a grand plan for holding a student association movement competition’, and in the end, I drenched it in water and turned it into a piece of toilet paper.

‘Senior Dyers! Can’t you just run once? If we do it together…!’

‘When I leave the competition, I commit suicide. Latina, where did you learn to vomit at the words of your seniors? Besides, the name of the report is childish.’

‘I-I just…’

‘I’m not one who enjoys repeating the same thing over and over again. Get out.’

I remember back then comforting a Latina who was whimpering in the backyard.

She’s never comforted anyone, so it was f*cking difficult.

‘Riche-senpai… I’m so scared of Dyers-senpai… I’m so happy.’

‘Ah, what, hey, why are you crying over something like that? Do it right Blow your nose too.’

‘Neem.. Buheuhheung!’

‘Hey!! What if I untie it on my arm?!’

‘Sorry!! hehehehe…!’

…Come to think of it, is this because of him?

Dyers’ refusal to exercise was so stubborn that even the filthy Richie came forward.

At that time, timid chick Latina always found Dyers difficult.

‘Hey bastard. Wouldn’t it be possible for a junior to do something like that? Do it! Please do it!’

‘Don’t talk to me because it’s annoying. If you want to settle down, go out by yourself. I’m saying don’t try to put me in.’

‘This bastard said that now…’

‘If you’re going to jump, go at it. I won’t avoid it.’

On that day, Dyers, Richet, and the movement were so close to each other that the chairman came and managed to stop them from fighting.

That guy who used to run like that now…?

Riché was dumbfounded rather than angry.

Even though he was running wildly, the gap with himself, an aspiring prosecutor, was rather narrowing.

Is this possible with that body?

The gap gradually narrowed to a gap of about half a sheet of paper before I knew it.

And there’s not even half a lap left until 2,000 meters.

Dyers muttered something to Richet.

“Tell me. What is my name? …What is my name?”

“What…?”

“Say my name…!!”

He is talking crazy. Is your brain broken from running too much?

His eyes were wide open enough for Richet to think that way.

No, at least it wasn’t normal.

“Instructor! Dyers is in a weird state!”

Dyers increased his speed.

Finally he got ahead of Richet.

Riché, staring blankly at Dyers, didn’t realize that fact.

“Yes, I’m Jeong, no, Dyers. I’m a man who doesn’t know how to give up…”

I crossed the finish line just as it was.

There was no finish line, but it felt like it.

“Dyers.. 7 Minutes 43 seconds, 1 deung..”

“Second student.. Um.. 7 Minutes 44 seconds 2nd place…”

Aranya sang her record in a tired tone.

Riché, who came in second place, stood and looked at the dead Dyers as if he were a madman.

Crazy bastard bastard.

Such thoughts were not unique to Richie.

Most of the students looked at him that way.

The run is over.

“This test is a measure of mana… Hmm, do you see the anti-magic scarecrow in front of you? Against him like this.”

As Aranya stretched out her arms, the scarecrow burst into flames in an instant.

“Ohhh…!”

Aranya, frowning in spite of the students’ admiration, simply finished his words.

“If you do this, I’ll measure and grade you. I’ll start in 10 minutes, so practice.”

After saying that, Aranya took refuge in the shade of the tree again.

Anyway, he doesn’t like sunlight.

By the way, right after he finished running he really nearly died. It wasn’t a joke, my heart was beating like a pump and it took me a while to come to my senses.

Fortunately, I didn’t vomit?

But in the end she could only do 2 push-ups, damn it.

Riché easily gets a perfect score.

“Oh.”

Then Richet held a bucket of cold water to my cheek from behind me.

“What is it?”

“In return for getting an A earlier. Also, I have a question.”

I drank some water.

Ah.

This is paradise.

“So what’s the question?”

“Originally, you could run like that, so why did you do that then? No, more than that, why did you do that?”

Riché asked as if he really didn’t understand.

Why did you work so hard?

That’s simple.

Because there is a reward.

Strength 10

HP 7-＞9

mana 14

Dexterity 5

Will 2-＞4

I was pretty lucky.

Limited to the early stages, there was a low probability of increasing stamina and willpower if you placed first in anything, whether it be running or not.

Probably less than 0.1%, Though.

However, if you use the ‘lucky tail’, an item that can be obtained by catching a dire wolf in the beginning, the probability is increased up to 30%.

This is why dire wolves are f*ckers. 99.99% Of users will die from Dire Wolf, but I’m alive.

I have to get all the stats I can get.

I said looking at Richie.

“Is it that unfair to be second place?”

“f*ck. I’m an idiot for asking. Give me the water back, you bastard.”

I obediently handed the water back.

Then Richet’s eyes flinched a little again.

“…Why are you so obedient? Just eat everything.”

I emptied the water neatly as if I was grateful.

Riché continued to look at me with a subtle expression.

Latina was watching us like that.