Chapter 25 – Episode 25: Graduation Ceremony
Han Ye-ji and a few people were standing on a street where white mannequins roamed around.
“Ah, I thought it would be enough to get grades.”
“Practice should be said to be hard.”
People in groups of two or three each grumbled and rolled their eyes nervously.
It is the same with Yeji. The three of them looked around without saying anything, as if this one was a little worse.
A woman with a large plastic shield on her back her leads, followed by Han Ye-ji and another man.
Similar to the others, one person with a shield was followed by another person with a club and a tranquilizer gun.
I didn’t shoot while standing still like at a shooting range, nor did I shoot while listening to the instructor’s advice.
A graduation exam conducted on a huge set that replicates the appearance of a city somewhere.
To be precise, it was a test for the last grade.
Is it because of that? Han Ye-ji’s face is hardened, and she can be seen holding her teeth so tightly that her chin hurts her.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare advises Han Ye-ji to relax.]
“Yes Yes…”
Still, her expression did not lighten.
Well, who would make a mistake at an important moment in life like the CSAT if the tension is relieved with just one word to relax?
Three people walk in a city full of mannequins.
The graduation exam for the final grade changes according to the desired career path of the incarnations.
If you are a cadet going to the front line, you will not be facing a city of mannequins, but a legion of monsters flocking from the wasteland.
However, neither test was easy or comfortable.
Han Ye-ji’s test also had various restrictions.
Patrol more than a certain range, make sure that civilians are not harmed, do not over-pressurize, do not stay in one place for a certain amount of time, and so on.
About thirty teams of three people.
Shouts and the noise of battle can be heard from somewhere in the huge model of a city where about 100 people are scattered and do not encounter each other.
Whenever that happens, all of her team members her, including Han Ye-ji, flinch and shrug their shoulders.
Seeing that, she felt that she must be of some help.
When I was watching Yeji wandering around the academy for a year, she often watched other people’s graduation exams.
Since it is natural for constellations to give information to incarnations, even the graduation exam is not covered by the black fog.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare warns you to be careful of the white mannequin.]
“Yes Yes…? Is it white?”
“Well? Did the Constellation give you the information?”
“Yes, they tell you to beware of the white mannequins.”
A woman holding a shield asks without looking back, and Han Ye-ji answers.
In the meantime, Hwa-sin, a man with a Taser gun on his waist, shouts loudly.
“Under the street lamp at 11 o’clock, check for weapons!”
Before Bang Bang-nyeo and Han Ye-ji could react, the two needles fired from the plastic gun had already lodged themselves in the mannequin’s shoulder.
The mannequin, who was trying to wield a cleaver from his pocket, sat down on the floor trembling before he could even raise his arm.
Seeing this, the shield woman spurns her to the ground and charges, knocking her mannequin and tying her wrists and ankles.
A white kitchen knife rolling on the floor and a white mannequin shivering and being suppressed.
What they have to subdue in this test is not the black mannequin that was the enemy of shooting training.
You have to distinguish the crazy mannequins hiding among the white mannequins.
Just like the fallen incarnations walk around without wearing a name tag.
“Ah, that’s why… “
“The Constellation gave me good information. Somehow, seniors didn’t open their mouths.”
The shield girl muttered as she overturned a sturdy 180 cm mannequin with one hand like turning over a fish.
They were scattered in various subjects at the academy, such as marksmanship and arrest, but they had one thing in common.
The training mannequin is said to be suppressed in black.
Only then did the three of them nod their heads and understand the shouts they heard around them.
It must have been that the Constellation didn’t pay attention to it, or it must have been careless and couldn’t stop the white mannequin from attacking the mannequin right next to it.
“Let’s move first. Just a little longer, and I’ll deduct points.”
“This time limit, this means that the suppression should be done quickly, right? Time is tighter than I thought.”
The three men, somewhat relaxed, put their weapons back together and walk down the street.
There is no reason to drop out of the test unless it is the first deduction you get without knowing it.
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Bachelor caps soaring into the air, pollen being sprayed, flashing camera baptisms and buzzing welcome crowds.
Of course there was no such thing.
It is the only incarnation educational institution on the continent where hundreds of students enroll at the beginning of each month and graduate at the end of each month.
At what time of the year will all the admissions and graduations be celebrated?
However, all he had to do was return supplies like a laptop and receive a graduation certificate that looked like an outing pass.
“Wow… I really graduated from the academy!”
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare congratulates the incarnation of graduation]
Fortunately, there is no subject that took more than two months to pass, so Han Ye-ji, who graduated in exactly one year, swings the diploma in her hand her.
A card the size of the palm of your hand, if you have to put it succinctly, a resident registration card, an incarnation certificate, and an academy graduation certificate, glistening under the lights.
Her eyes are drawn to her as she dresses up in her graduating incarnation’s uniform, which is slightly different in design from her cadet uniform, and she wields her diploma.
No matter how gifted souls are, they will still feel the burden of graduating from the academy.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare advises not to be impatient]
“Are you in a hurry? Oh okay. Because I want to rest a little too.”
Now, when she heads for the East Continent on a cruise ship approaching far away, Han Ye-ji is treated as an incarnation of a person, not an academy cadet.
As much as he received a lot of social consideration and became an object of envy, he was an incarnation with numerous issues.
‘To be honest…’
Exactly one year has passed, so Han Ye-ji is in her third year of high school and is 19 years old.
She is a minor, not even twenty.
She takes a can of lemon soda from the fridge and gulps it down, but it only stings her throat her and does n’t make her feel better.
It’s because of her troubles her about her and her one foreknowledge her.
Yeji looks like an adult when you add her mature body and dignified behavior to her tall height her, plus a uniform that suits her makeup her.
But she knew better than anyone how young and fragile her mind was. Maybe she’s more than her.
She is afraid of failing the test, her hands her tremble, and she has nightmares that her contract her with the Constellation will be canceled.
Fearing that she will not live up to her expectations of her, should she alone take on her fears of her and push the girl with her delusions straight into the point earning?
“Isn’t there anything urgent…?”
He muttered as he tossed the empty can into the corner.
It is a whisper close to self-rationalization.
Having spent decades in a ruined world, I feel keenly how precious the daily life of childhood is.
By earning 5,000 points per month, a few basic powers have been purchased.
Things under 10,000 points, but I bought them with effective guys.
So there is no need to rush.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare asks you to spend time with your family]
“Yes I will. Constellation.”
Han Ye-ji is not a fighting nation anywhere, nor is he a psychotic who shouts, ‘Ahaha, die!’ As he fires his gun.
I had no intention of sending a 19-year-old to work right away.
I thought I would die right away, so I was stuck in a solitary cell in an underground shelter, like hibernation.
When there are no worries about the future or immediate threats to life, laziness becomes a great luxury.
At the end of her memory of her, Sachi is far from foreknowledge, having lived as the head of a girl without parents since her lower grades in elementary school.
She has her her support her money her, but because of her anxiety about her future her, she has lived her life to the fullest with her studies and part-time work.
Who would dare to point a finger at them for only playing for a year as the Constellation ordered them to do?
She doesn’t play for a full year, she rests for about half a year, and when she turns 20, she just needs to be active as an incarnation from then on.
While thinking about this and that, Han Ye-ji arrives at the port and puts her body her on her bus.
Leaning her head against her window, she lifted her smart phone as it was, and she watched the personal broadcaster’s game live-
“No fuck, there’s a game like that.”
She immediately knocks on her keyboard, but it is already too late.
[Constellation, lethargic nightmare dissuades you from watching such an ugly broadcast]
“Constellation? Uh, why are you like that?”
On the screen, characters roughly made of polygons were running around.
A shoplifting player trying to steal protein supplements, and muscular, hellish NPCs trying to hunt the shoplifter.
You can’t even call it a micro bikini.
A cheap comical horror game in which muscular women with only one line drawn on their pectoralis major muscles chase after them with red light emitted from their nipples.
A female broadcaster screams in a high tone to stop messing around with her dirty breasts and runs away, but due to her inexperience of her, she gets a game over right away.
Looking at it, I knew one thing for sure.
‘I’ll appear in a nightmare, fuck… ‘
If it was such an intense image, it would remain 100% in Han Ye-ji’s unconscious her.
She is a muscular human being who appears to be 2m tall.
Her abs revealing an eight-pack rather than a six-pack, and her sides her wrinkled without a drop of moisture.
Not her forearms of her, but her bulging arms like her thighs, and her pectoralis major of hers, which I could n’t tell if it was a woman’s chest or a man’s chest on steroids.
In the meantime, it’s a female character and she’s running with her beautifully braided pigtails waving her thigh-sized forearm.
I’d rather turn a pipe that doesn’t move because it’s rusted with my bare hands.
Fragments of a nightmare, I really hate to collect them.
