Chapter 2 – How to Live as a Master of Science (2)
“The way I see it, all the professors in the world have no love.”
At my regular bar, more familiar than the local mart, I murmured as I drank a shitty amount of urine-flavored beer.
“No shit, you crazy bastard! This is a bar where even the professors come!”
At my heartfelt impression, a fellow researcher sitting in the same seat turned white and kicked me under the table.
“Ah!! Shibalom!! If you are a scholar too, speak up!!”
“Damn it. Do you want me to be beheaded by the professors for neglecting my fellow slaves?”
It hurts to death, but receiving cold eyes makes my heart ache.
Even though we’ve been friends with professors for three fucking years, I still see myself as a slave in their eyes.
“You bastard girl who looks like a Viking… Even if you search, you’ll go to Valhalla, not Magmel…”
“Really?”
Tingly-.
A slave (graduate student) colleague who glared at me nervously and drank beer that looked like water in a cassock. It was my friend, Dana, who had really impressive purple curly hair like dog hair.
First of all, that guy is also a woman, but if you roll in a lab together for three years, gender has no meaning. This is a creature called a graduate student. It just feels like a kinship with a chest.
Is this what it feels like to have an older sister? They’re only a year older than me, and they don’t look like the opposite sex, so they’re probably roughly similar.
“No, just listen to it. If it’s time to take a picture of Professor, honestly, you’ll be too old, right? So their parents are all gone, right? So you’re living your life as if you’ve maxed out your pad lip resistance?”
“I understand how you feel, but if you keep yelling at me, will I get up?”
“Oh please. Poor slave-turned-master… Please don’t throw it away…”
“Shut up if you don’t want to be abandoned.”
Dana sighed and shelled a pea-like bean and flicked the kernel on my forehead. A cheap snack bar hits my head and lands on the table.
I shed tears of sadness at the sight of the beans plummeting to the ground like my diploma and carrier.
“Fuck… I’m a master’s I’m a Master’s…”
“You have to speak straight. It’s a master’s bronze chapter.”
“You bastard…”
It was a week ago that the culmination of my efforts over the past three years was robbed by that rotten professor.
The sodomy-haired dickhead who flew off to a university in another country copied and pasted my thesis in his own handwriting to the academia before leaving, and threw it away under his name.
And that year’s thesis (my masterpiece in the guise of ) caused a great stir in the academia.
“Did you see the paper Professor Gracie submitted this time?”
“Of course I read it! It’s been a long time since I’ve been up all night searching through the library. Oh my God, Elune might not be a derivative of Rune! Isn’t that a revolutionary idea and hypothesis!”
“Isn’t it? It’s been a while since I was a child, and my heart was filled with joy, just like when I heard the tales of old heroes!”
“If this hypothesis is proven, wouldn’t this flywheel belong to her?”
“Of course! No one will dispute!”
Cheonikjang was roughly a different world version of the post-novel prize.
Since this was a different world where the most advanced information and communication devices were telecommunications and horseback messengers, there was no Nobel Prize level of ripple effect, but there was no way to deny that it was the highest honor in the archaeological world.
“Mother.”
It made me sad the more I thought about it. Tears flowed out of my eyes like plucked turtle eggs.
The bitch who stole my thesis was nominated for a Nobel Prize for that thesis? Even the thesis I submitted in haste was heard by the examiners saying, “Hey, this is true.”
– Although the influence of Jerna Gracie, who was an advisor, is strong, the degree of completion is sufficient for a thesis at the level of a college graduate.
-Worry about the quality of the thesis rather than the technique of enriching the writing.
– I followed the existing research and theorem, and there is no new creativity.
-According to the above reasons, this scholar is awarded the master’s degree.
-Asherad Cynthia, representative of the dissertation program management office.
Do you see Look at what these fucking roms are talking about.
What? Who has a strong influence? It looks similar because it’s a thesis written with the data left over from the Kampyeon stole from me.
Creativity is a plague. The thesis you guys are talking about is my creativity, but someone said it was a duplicate.
Anyway, in case someone isn’t a fucking teaser, he’s good at making people angry with a few lines of text.
Making a pure-blooded Korean, Kang Buk-ho, the people of Padlip, bite into crab bubbles with a sheet of A4 paper. After all, those who have learned are different.
“Mother. The alcohol tastes really good!”
Now that things had come to this point, it was no wonder that I passed out after two days in shock, and that I skipped meals and came for a drink as soon as I woke up.
“Hi-Hi. Life is shit Even if I live a good life, there’s no fucking meaning to it.”
“… Hey, don’t be too pessimistic. Originally, the average degree earned by a foreign scholar with a dissertation is a master’s degree.”
“Are you going to keep making fun of me?”
Obviously, at first, I expected a master’s degree as well.
Maybe there are people who think why I’m so damned that I fell from silver to bronze.
However, as I said, the people of this world are all Tier monsters.
Even with the same master’s degree, the treatment of the Bronze and Silver Masters was different. Are you saying there’s only one level difference? If that’s the case, the difference between a college graduate and a high school graduate is only one diploma. There is a difference between Dia pull-up high school and the pro who took Challenger by one grade.
To put it bluntly, it takes two years just to get a silver medal in the master’s degree.
Is it a game that takes two years to get out of the fucking bronze?
To be honest, it was clear that even my master’s degree was thrown at me with the mindset of ‘Okay, so get this and get it’.
“Under. Should I really go out and search?”
I poured urine-colored beer into my mouth, resenting the world and looking like it was made from malnourished wheat.
I couldn’t go anywhere and say that my thesis was plagiarized.
Yerna It’s been 50 years since that year was listed in the academic world. Claim plagiarism against a 20-year-old who spent twice his fucking life in archaeology? A foreigner from slavery with no degree or achievements?
How much more is that thesis just a thesis?
My dissertation was a rare piece of shit that even the fucking flying and crawling scholars twisted their bodies while yo-yo-yong. Such a masterpiece that a 20-year-old lab lab slave cannot possibly write.
If you claim that such a thesis is mine, you will be kicked out of the academic world for saying that a foreign bastard is ignorant of it.
As a result, it was only the purple dog-haired girl in front of me who could make such complaints at ease.
“Are you cursing my head right now?”
“Caught.”
Dana, quick-witted in her eyes, clicked her tongue and licked her chin.
“Look at that. All those with straight hair should die.”
“Oh, I agree with that too. I’m going to shave my head, so just mess with an elf with straight hair.”
“What? This bastard’s real condition makes no sense.”
Dana pitifully filled my glass with her beer. She only refilled her liquor without a taste bud, but that would be her own consideration as well.
“Dana, you are a smart and nice guy for a graduate student… !”
“Squeeze it out before you slam a beer glass on her head. … Tsk. I’m going to shoot today, so why don’t you order a whole chicken roast?”
It was a blunt tone. However, as for me, I felt grateful just for believing in my words, so tears came out of my eyes.
What if she had the opposite of hers and mine.
Let’s say I got my doctorate with this thesis.
But if Dana, her master’s gold medalist, said, ‘Yerna took away her thesis for her doctorate this time!’, Would I have believed her?
I probably couldn’t believe it easily.
What kind of bullshit is he talking about all of a sudden? Would have
Yerina’s acting was just as good. Even I couldn’t imagine that that bitch would jump out with my thesis.
“Thank you for trusting me. If it wasn’t for you, Dana, she would have hanged herself already.”
“… I believe that it is. Besides, it’s true that there’s no way you can fight a fight that you can’t win against Professor Yerna by throwing away the thesis you’ve been writing.”
“Uh huh. I love you Dana.”
“Don’t mess around, kid.”
Dana chuckled and tossed a pea at me.
***
“Therefore? What are you going to do next?”
It was a time when they ate whole chicken, one level better than chicks, and filled their stomachs. Dana tilted her glass and asked.
“Even if you are a master’s degree student, you can stay in college. Well, if you didn’t have anything else to do, you were just in the Archeology Department. You should follow the doctor who started. It’s a waste.”
“Have you already become a professor by saying this, son of a bitch?”
How bad can the world be? Do you continue to be a slave to a slave colleague who was demoted because his thesis was stolen? You sound the same
Dana kept her mouth shut for a moment before she chuckled.
“Can’t I just curse at you? If you leave, even your share of work will come back to me.”
“Even if there are fewer people, I will hire a new one.”
“Where can I get someone as competent as you?”
“Don’t hold on to me pretending to praise me.”
“Oh, I heard. Look at the quick-witted bastard.”
“Yeah~ There are a lot of people who can do it without me~ The lab won’t go bankrupt~.”
“Yeah~ If you go, the lab will be ruined~ Don’t go~.”
We giggled and laughed at each other and bumped into each other over drinks.
“Oh, so what are you really going to do?”
“Okay.”
“If you are going to stay here, could you help me with my thesis? I think I’m going to have some achievements too. I’m thinking of going for a doctorate, but I put your name in the thesis there. Is it good?”
“My older sister has been dripping with regret since a while ago.”
It’s the first time I’ve ever experienced such an appeal to the opposite sex.
It’s just a new day, but because I’ve already been through 3 years of high school together, it was very surprising because I looked more like a comrade than a woman.
She’s not saying that Dana isn’t particularly ugly.
But damn, we sat at our desks for 5 days, staring at the letters, or chatting while being chased by monsters in the ruins. In the meantime, there is no way there will be sexual desire.
The three major human needs are sleep〉appetite〉sexuality. If Juji reacts even while running out of energy and searching, you have to go to the hospital. My brain is being controlled by Juji!!
“Actually, I have already decided on my career path.”
I put down my drink and told my original plan.
“I plan to become an adventurer. Go to Sardigas in the west.”
“… What?! Adventurer?!”
Dana was as surprised as her teacher when she heard that the boy’s high school student she was in charge of was going to Ewha Womans University.
“Are you insane?! Why are you suddenly an adventurer?!”
It was understandable that she was so dumbfounded.
In this world, the Department of Archeology is roughly the same position as Earth’s space engineering. Promising, practical, easy to earn and live.
Because in this world, there is a history of great ancient civilizations that have declined due to wars and disasters.
Like old online games, in this world, things with names that talk about primitive ancient times are rather more technologically advanced than modern ones. Not even fucking Diablo.
“Hey, calm down and think again! Let’s say you become an adventurer. Then, do you think you’re going to win at least as an adventurer by finding an artifact in the ruins?!”
“No, it’s not like that…”
Anyway, there is a gap between the destroyed ‘ancient civilization’ and modern times that is daunting to even guess. The ‘relic’ that Dana refers to is an example.
As for the gap, if you add a little bit of exaggeration, even if a time machine is developed and goes to the past after about 500 years, the ship will be shot down by an ancient primitive stone tool javelin thrown by a caveman.
Perhaps, if you are an astute person, you will know why the archaeological community is respected in this world, even if you don’t say it.
Archeology is an industry that deciphers the language of ancient civilizations, finds out their history, and retrieves relics and opatsuni.
In other words, the archaeological world in another world was like a kind of space industry. This is especially true in that it is a by-product of research results and can strengthen technological power and military power.
In fact, the state also pays close attention and sponsors research.
However, in such an industry, a friend who had the ability to fight with incumbent professors suddenly said that he would quit his job and go to the countryside to do business. If you don’t stop this, you’re not friends.
“Because running on the field is quicker to produce results. If you apply, the academic world will give you a license as an archaeologist in the field.”
“No, no matter what…”
A field archaeologist is a so-called ‘running’ archaeologist.
In general, there are three types of professional archaeologists:
A government contract worker who is usually dispatched when he discovers a ruin in the country while doing his own research.
A free research position that hires people to explore ruins and remote areas, receives the results they bring, and studies them.
And a field explorer who explores ruins by himself while walking around with monsters like a fucking motherfucker.
My future goal, steeped in machoism in a different world, was a field exploration job, abbreviated ‘field job’ archaeologist.
“That and this are in different order. They’re more like adventurers with degrees in archaeology, and you’re obviously a scholar! No matter how much I ruined my degree, why suddenly…”
Dana stopped talking and she was startled, as if she had realized something.
“No, no. You couldn’t believe that you didn’t prepare for another year and just wrote your thesis this year because you wanted to become an adventurer?!”
“Yes.”
“… Wow. I thought you were a crazy bastard, but I didn’t know it was this much.”
Dana sat down as if she had passed out.
Exactly. I didn’t throw away the thesis because my mentality was smashed.
In order to become a formal archaeologist as soon as possible, he had obtained a degree with a thesis at the level of a college graduate.
The reason I stayed at this university was to become a fucking intelligent adventurer from the start!
