Chapter 3 – How to Live as a Master of Science (3)
“… Ha. Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
Dana, who was quietly staring at the ceiling, asked with a disturbed face.
“It’s not even a job for you to get a doctorate. You can stay here, succeed like you’re proud of, and even fuck Yerna.”
When I persuaded him again and again, my heart wavered a little.
Dana’s concern is probably not the only reason that her work will increase after I’m gone. You must be worried that your friend of 3 years will search for you.
But it was time for me to be stubborn here as well.
“Doctoral degree. I might be able to pick it up.”
“What?”
“But how many years will it take? 7 years? 8 years? No matter how fast it will take six years?”
It takes two years to go from master’s degree to silver. It will take at least 6 years before I get my PhD.
“No, six years was actually the shortest period. Even if you can’t do it normally, it takes more than eight years.”
No matter how brilliant a scholar is, it is impossible to write a thesis overflowing with creativity all the time.
It is common for scholars to continue digging into questions that have arisen during research, and at some point to publish a thesis by compiling the parts that come to their realization, “What the fuck?”
And the thesis that Yerna stole was what I had collected while helping with research for three years. What the fuck? It was a compilation of
The achievements of the past three years were completely stolen by the wow-style bitch who blows away the students. Now, it wouldn’t be surprising if it took more than 8 years to get to the real doctor.
“Total 10 years until a Ph.D. Is too long. But field archaeologists are much shorter depending on their performance.”
I thought I would eat and live here for the rest of my life, but I never did a field job.
It’s not like living on passion pay while a master’s is taking a doctor’s degree. Since the salary comes out every now and then, I must have quietly stayed in college.
But my goal is not to live in another world.
Someday I will find a way back to Earth.
Both the current title and the degree are only a transitional period for that purpose. I don’t know if it’s translation ability, but there’s no fucking meaning even if I bring my foreign language license or experience to Earth.
“How many times have I told you? My dream is to someday make my own technology from the ruins and research it.”
“Uh. I’ve heard of it once or twice before.”
Dana nodded. It was a story that she and Yerina had often told since their slave days.
In this world, possessions obtained from ruins and dungeons cannot be claimed by the owner of the land.
Even if ruins are found in the front yard of my house, I shouldn’t ask them to hand over things that others take away because they are mine. Even in Nara, it is impossible to steal artifacts or money excavated by adventurers.
In other words, if I get a technology or artifact from an ancient civilization somewhere in the ruins, it becomes my property.
“Are you exactly looking for a legacy about teleportation?”
“I remembered. That’s right, teleportation.”
It’s a dimension shift to be precise, but that’s what it is, so I said it that way externally. I didn’t want to give a suspicious impression by talking about dimension shift.
The technology of ancient civilizations is much higher than that of modern times.
I can be sure of that because I have often come into contact with historical records of the past.
Unlike modern times, where teleportation is the exclusive property of some excellent wizards, there are records of warp gate-like devices or structures in the past.
There is a high probability that the technology or tools for my return to Earth are buried in ruins somewhere.
“With a master’s degree, it’s hard to get involved in national projects. However, there is not enough money to build a team and do individual research, and it may take several years before permission is issued for individual exploration.”
Even if I cut 6 years until my Ph.D., Adding the last 3 and a half years is 10 fucking years.
And! Ten years of wasted time in another world! Army number 5!
Besides, wasting 10 years on a degree is just a starting line on the way back home. It may take another 10 years each to get a degree and find and study the ruins.
A total of 20 to 30 years.
Fucking like that, I’ll be 50 when I get home. At best, I went back to Earth, but at the age when others were considering retirement, I didn’t want to go back and forth between part-time jobs and jobs.
“So we should do it at the same time to save time. While I’m looking for a ruin that will fulfill my goal, I’m aiming for a doctorate by submitting an artifact or writing a thesis.”
“… Are you in such a hurry? Even if you go according to your plan, it won’t take a day or two to get results.”
Dana muttered incomprehensibly.
In the eyes of others, it will feel like I am being chased by time. It was true, so I couldn’t deny anything.
“It is a matter of efficiency rather than urgency. Do not worry. I have no intention of being nervous either.”
As soon as I became an adventurer, I didn’t intend to jump into the fucking dangerous ruins. It was an idiot to leave 10 years early but fall behind at the age of 28, who has a bright future.
I was thinking of slowly working as an adventurer, building up my strength, and taking my time to carry out my plan.
“Ah. I remembered it while talking, but there are other reasons.”
“What else?”
“It’s simple. I need the strength to defend myself in order to keep my life alive during or after my studies.”
Let’s say there is a scientist with a technology that turns all existing missiles into idiots.
That scientist could cooperate with the enemy and turn all of our country’s missiles into outdated firecrackers, or he could misuse the technology and cause great harm to the international community.
Even on Earth in the 21st century, in such a situation, there will always be forces trying to appease or kill the scientist.
It was the same in this savage other world.
Maybe I’ll finish my research and yay! Go home now! The moment I hurray, it is certain that the graduate student I was rolling with will stick a knife in my back and steal my research results and blow them away.
“Even if I put a back, there are some tricks that I can’t block. I can’t afford to have my papers stolen twice.”
“Write… It’s hard to deny that.”
Even to Dana’s eyes, my thoughts didn’t seem like an overreaction.
Even if I have astounding humans as my backbone like royalty, the danger is the same.
When the risk of neglecting my research is greater than the risk of being hostile to my back, I become a target for the assassins of another world who aim for my back.
“After all, being a field archaeologist is a win for me, both in terms of my survival and my goals.”
I don’t think I will be able to return to Earth. It will take time, but there is a way.
Earth and another world are two-way traffic.
‘I’m not sure, but there’s evidence.’
Viking. Valhalla. Odin. Thor. Loki.
Haven’t you heard of it somewhere? Not a Marvel movie.
Hit. It’s Norse mythology.
In this world, there were many anecdotes of gods or divine beings whose names were heard even on Earth.
My ability to translate doesn’t translate the name of a god in another world like that. The pronunciation and detailed concept are exactly the same.
This is proof that there is a way to get to Earth from another world.
Evidence that people from another world spread the myths of this world to the Germanic tribes of Earth thousands of years ago.
If it’s not that, I can’t fucking believe that the gods of this world–
(Different World God A: “Fucking other world people is fucking fun.”)
(God B of another world: “God of lightning? Dogs are cool! I want to play Thor!”)
(Divine World God C: “Freya, the goddess of beauty? This is my story, right?”)
… Wouldn’t he have done the same shit?
It doesn’t make sense that the gods changed their names after hearing the rumors of a former earthling. This hypothesis is far too convincing.
‘In the first place, this side’s human history is longer than ours.’
So, it makes more sense to say that people from another world, who also crossed over to Earth, spread the myths of this world to Earth, where the mythological system was not properly established yet.
Also, on the other hand, there must be a way to go from Earth to another world.
It’s not fucking intentional, but I’m not a living witness.
If there is no way for earthlings to get to another world, it doesn’t make sense for me to be here.
“No matter how hard it is, I can’t help it. If you can’t do it, you can’t help it.”
It is unknown whether dimension shifting is an accidental natural phenomenon or a technology that can be reproduced through proper laws.
But at least the two-way movement between Earth ↔ Another World was never a dream.
There are also mothers and fathers who will be waiting for me on Earth.
So I couldn’t do chilele palele endlessly in this world. Whether I can go back or not, finding a way was what I had to do in this world.
“… Ha. Okay. I don’t think I can convince you any more than this.”
After hearing my story, Dana sighed and ordered more of her beer.
This world-style beer is sold by pouring it into a 2000cc beer glass.
Ordering an extra beer like that was evidence of her fatigue she was feeling. I’m sorry I couldn’t
“I have no face, hey. As you said, the work will be even more difficult after I leave, but I am just giving you unnecessary worries.”
“Ah, that’s all right. It’s better than not saying anything and walking away.”
Dana gulped down the beer that her daughter, the owner of the bar, had brought her, so she scolded me.
“It’s not that people aren’t incompetent, and when you think you can do it, you should dream big. To be honest, to me, who only wastes time in college, your side looks amazing.”
“Why are you talking like that again? If you said doing your PhD at Carmine University was a waste of time, would you be beaten to death by undergraduates who failed before you went home today?”
“Whoops. Even if that happens, I can throw you as bait and bounce.”
“Regret. This bodyguard only pays for a drink.”
“Really? Then have another drink. You should drink as much as your life costs.”
“Haha. Look how smart my sister is. You are filthy logical.”
I received half of a 2000cc beer glass.
I just drank a few beers today. I drank two cups earlier, so 4000cc. If you add this cup here, you get 5000cc.
Roughly calculated, 5 or 6 beer bottles?
“Tomorrow is a hangover.”
The cheaper the alcohol, the less likely you are to get a hangover.
I need to buy herbs for hangover cure so that I don’t break my bones.
***
A week after I told Dana that I would become an adventurer.
I went to a university professor’s lab with an application for a field archaeologist.
“I didn’t know you were intent on excavating ruins.”
Professor Brahmaton, a linguist, said that while looking at the application form I brought.
“Yes. I only became interested in it recently.”
Professor Brahmaton nodded seriously at my answer.
He was the kind of professor that would come to mind when the Hellswords were asked to imagine a Greek philosopher who could hit 3 to 1000.
He was also a linguist who concurrently served as a gold class adventurer.
Rumor has it that he was a person who smashed through all kinds of ruins and dungeons with his tenacious arms and legs in order to find the language used in ancient civilizations.
Because Yerna was revealing, the archeology department’s advisor evaporated, so I had no choice but to come to submit an application to him, a professor in the related department.
“If I had known you were planning to advance there, I would have trained you much more deeply. It’s a pity.”
Haha. That’s all.”
‘Don’t talk bullshit. If I received one-on-one PT from the professor, I would die from overwork before escaping from slavery.’
I answered only inwardly to Professor Brahmaton’s terrifying voice.
Under the dog shit philosophy of ‘healthy knowledge resides in a healthy body’, Carmine University forces its research students and slaves to walk every morning and do physical training.
It’s a harder schedule than the fucking army because you have to extract efficiency within a short time due to time distribution.
The fact that I never force myself on professors gives off a feeling of absurdity at first glance, but the person entrusted with this physical training is Professor Brahmaton.
However, on days when work comes down, a research student slave whose basic option is 3-day all-nighters works out until he catches his eye? Who the fuck do you want to kill?
“Hey, basic strength training that I do every day is enough.”
The name is called basic strength exercise, but based on my experience, the expression of what the foundation is all about is sin.
A full course of muscle torture that twists the whole body in just 2 hours a day is a basic exercise!
If that’s the basics, what kind of advanced exercise would you like to crush at least a lump of metal with your grip? I think that professor can do it.
“It’s quite different with or without someone guiding the exercise. Keep that in mind, and don’t miss out on repeating it in your spare time as an adventurer.”
“Yes. Of course. Since it is a movement containing Professor Brahmaton’s philosophy, it will surely be of great help to my future path.”
It’s a workout that I made with another world macho after 3 years of being skinny. It’s so damn hard to practice, but I admit the effect.
I never imagined that I would actually go through the hell-chang-style math that I used to laugh about after hearing about it on the Internet.
Fuck 19. Next time it’s 20, not one more. I can’t even count the numbers because I’m afraid someone might not be with Moon.
“Yes. That should be enough to start with the iron class.”
Professor Brahmaton, who spoke seriously to the world again, stamped the certificate of field archaeologist I brought.
I suppressed the feeling of wanting to smile and put the paper in my arms seriously.
Done.
With this, it became possible to live as an adventurer from now on while maintaining my degree.
Even while receiving regular salary and research grants!
