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I sat in the lecture room in my normal clothes, but today everyone was dressed in a suit and tie.
On the other hand, on the stage are all kinds of distinct individuals who seem to be in direct opposition to the word uniformity.
Among them, of course, were Instructor Fusio and Instructor Kio.
I’ve never seen them before, but the ones standing there are probably instructors from other professions.
I can sense the similarities between them, not so much in the atmosphere but in strength.
Noticing our gaze, they smile in a way that would make a child cry and an adult sit up and shudder.
I was used to it, so I quietly and silently bowed.
Then, again, shift my line of sight to the other people and observe.
There’s a large, bare-chested man with a scar over one eye and reptilian scales, a dark elf woman like Suela-san dressed in a kimono, and a small man with the hood of his robe covering his face. What? There is a towering giant with dark skin over 3 meters tall wearing a fur and metal helmet, and a woman with compound eyes whose mouth is hidden by a fan and whose antennae are peaking from her head. Her body, which is covered but can be said to be human-like, is almost exposed with only her underwear carefully hidden.
Some men are glued to it, but have they noticed?
She is smiling, and her gaze is that of a perfect predator.
You can never be too careful with that one, you know.
Everyone on the stage could instinctively understand that they were absolutely strong at first glance.
How amazing is the existence of a hero who can beat these people?
Rather than being rich in individuality, the banner of the “Welcome Ceremony”, which is hung over the people who seem to suit the word unique, makes everything look very surreal.
“It’s time, are you all ready?” (Evia)
And for the final touch, Supervisor Evia, a demon in a suit, steps up to the stage with a cold expression that makes me want to call her a Mistress.
It’s no wonder that even in the midst of such a unique group of people, she exudes a strong presence rather than being buried.
The air in the room tightens up at the sight of her.
Yes, not constricted, but tightened.
The pressure of her physical presence forced the sleepy-eyed faces of the audience to tighten up.
“I’d like to start by saying thank you for the training. Of the fifty-eight people recruited, only thirty-seven here have completed the training course.” (Evia)
The Welcome Ceremony began without any greetings or opening remarks.
I was told that a third of the people had left at the start of the ceremony, which didn’t come as much of a shock to me since I had gone through the training course alone, but it seemed to be different for the people around me.
Some were shocked, some had a sense of accomplishment on their faces, and some were bracing themselves.
“I have something to give to you. Look at the desk, do you have a box on your table?” (Evia)
Following the words of the Supervisor who proceeded with the Welcome Ceremony without caring about our feelings, I looked at something on the table that had been bothering me for a while.
If you look at it, you will see that a black paper box about ten centimeters (four inches) cubed had been placed on the desk before I took my seat.
It didn’t lift up, let alone open it, so I left it after touching it a few times at first, but what exactly is it?
“Open and take out the contents.” (Evia)
Even when I was told, I don’t know how to open it, but when I lifted it, it was lifted easily, and it seemed to be a cover box, and the lower box fell off and exposing the contents.
It contained an octahedral crystal-like pendant that could be hung around the neck with something like a leather strap.
“It’s a Soul Stone. You must bring it with you when you enter the dungeon. Otherwise, you’ll die.” (Evia)
The air froze.
Someone dropped an octahedral crystal pendant on the desk under the weight of the supervisor’s words and pressure.
“Hmm, I’ll tell you because some people seem to think that they are strong after the training. We don’t make dungeons that are so easy for you to conquer.” (Evia)
The lecture room was quiet from the start, but now it felt chillier than an air-conditioned room.
“Of course, there is a risk of death. I’m sure you’ve all experienced it. If anyone thinks that fighting a monster won’t kill you, it’s not too late. Don’t go into the dungeon.
It’s just a painful experience and we won’t be able to pick up any useful information.
We don’t need information that’s neither useful nor harmful.” (Evia)
The supervisor’s words of cold dismissal, as if to say, “Now, get out of here,” made me feel something, but it was not fear, but more of a defiant spirit.
If I had to describe my heart, it would be like shouting, “All right!”
I was curious to know what the deepest level was that I had tried so hard and still had not reached.
That thought almost made me smile a little.
But it wasn’t the only thing that made me smile.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! You didn’t tell me I would die!” (Employee)
“That’s right! I heard about getting injured, but I wouldn’t put my life on the line for you!” (Employee)
“That’s right! You’ve got to be kidding me!” (Employee)
Several of them stood up and roared their complaints.
“… Is that all you have to say? Then walk away, there’s no point and no use in working with something you’re not happy with. Don’t worry, we’ll at least give you a paycheck for the training period.” (Evia)
Then, when Supervisor looked at them with a cold gaze rather than a glare, I instantly thought that a magic circle had appeared at her feet and disappeared in an instant.
“I explained to you at the beginning that this is a life-threatening job. Anyone who doesn’t understand that and mistakes it for an exaggeration is just a fool. Once again, we are not looking for such a person. Only those who are prepared will be allowed to remain here. Of course, as we explained and promised at the beginning, we will guarantee your lives to the fullest extent. But it is not absolute. Please be aware of that and give us your answer. Will you stay or walk away?” (Evia)
Looking at the previous exchange, I thought that some people would leave.
“I’ll let the results speak for themselves and get back to my explanation. I said earlier that you could die, but if you have this soul stone, you have almost no chance of dying. That’s what this is.” (Evia)
The supervisor took out the same item that we were holding with a flourish.
“This is not only a sign that you have completed your training, but it is also the key to entering the dungeon and your lifeline. The dungeon is filled with a huge concentration of magical power. This stone absorbs that magic combining it with your magic and records the information. And as soon as you enter the dungeon, it will automatically create a temporary physical body in the dungeon. It is a body made of magical power, based on your soul. Even if you die in the dungeon, you will be instantly transferred to the company’s infirmary and your body will be regenerated to its original state based on the information. It doesn’t matter if it’s your heart or your head that gets wiped out, it’s the body made of magic, the etheric body, that gets destroyed. I assure you that you are actually unharmed, so you can die in peace. But instead, it’s going to hurt like hell.” (Evia)
The supervisor smiled wickedly as if she was in a sadistic mood.
Seeing this, I pulled my chair back a little, which was not a bad thing.
It’s more of a survival instinct.
However, the idea of a temporary body is becoming more and more like a fantasy.
“However, it’s not a perfect tool either. First of all, it can only be used in the dungeon.
Outside of dungeons, it’s just an ornament.
Secondly, you should know that each one of these costs more than you could pay in a lifetime, and if you lose them, your fate is sealed.” (Evia)
The last part sounds like a serious threat to me, but I’ll leave it at that because I’m sure there is a huge financial issue related to that.
The point is just to tell people not to lose company equipment.
Also, you should be careful when handling it.
“Thirdly, this may eliminate the physical damage, but it will not prevent the psychological damage. You will be taken care of for the trauma, but whether you can recover is up to you.
In addition, if you come out of the dungeon with injuries, those injuries will be reflected in your flesh and blood.
If you don’t want to writhe in pain, treat your injuries.
Yes, missing a limb will leave you with phantom pain, but unless your “soul” is missing something, there is no need to worry about missing a limb.” (Evia)
I didn’t like what I heard. Even if your body is made of magic, it still feels pain. There’s no guarantee that you’ll be able to challenge the dungeon again after experiencing death. That’s the end of the world if you’re traumatized.
Besides, if you leave without treating your injuries, they will be reflected in your flesh.
In a workplace where fresh wounds are a constant occurrence, it is necessary to take measures to prevent such injuries.
Fortunately, the good news is that there will be no loss of body parts unless there is a serious injury, but the way the supervisor put it was strange.
The good news is that loss of limbs does not occur unless there is a serious accident, but the way the supervisor said it was strange as if he was saying there was a possibility of losing limbs.
“Lastly, here’s a rule of thumb. I’ve been almost killed by the last hero.
You guys could easily be in the same position, so brace yourselves and take on the dungeon.” (Evia)
I missed the timing to hear it, but I should investigate this on my own.
I don’t want to end up losing a limb from not investigating.
From start to finish, the parade of warnings kept me on my toes.
“Well, do you understand?” (Evia)
I understood well enough, but thanks to that, yesterday’s field trip mood had completely died out.
The people around me had the same look of anxiety on their faces.
The supervisor didn’t seem to care about the tension in the air.
I don’t know if I can challenge the dungeon in this mood, but I feel like I’d be better off just letting the instructors beat me to a pulp and then challenge the dungeon.
What should I do now?
“Hmmm, since it’s our first day, can’t she make the atmosphere a little more cheerful?” (Seatmate)
“No, I don’t think she was wrong about making the atmosphere tense, those are just information we need.”
It’s mainly about our life’s safety.
“Is that so? If you’re too strict, the people below you won’t be able to follow you up. There has to be balance in the workplace.” (Seatmate)
I wonder who I’m talking to during the ceremony.
My seat is at the end of the line, and there is no one on either side of me, so the sad reality is that my conversation partner will naturally disappear.
Therefore, there should have been no one next to me, but,
“Who are you?”
“The Demon King!” (Seatmate => Demon King?)
Before I knew it, a refreshing handsome man calling himself the Demon King was sitting next to me.
“Ahahahaha, can’t believe it? Should I have a more serious image, and be the kind of person who exudes his battle prowess.” (Demon King?)
The self-proclaimed Demon King, who understands the meaning of my silence, puts his hand on his chin and begins to worry.
“Hmm, it’s too cramped, so I think it’s okay to let it be, and Evia there. I’ve told them not to do this because it would make the ceremony itself unworkable. But I wonder if this is the best.” (Demon King?)
Unless he is forgetting that she’s the supervisor or he is someone pretty close to her, she is the type of person that won’t allow you to forget formalities.
Or he could be a person in a considerably higher position.
Then, the self-proclaimed Demon King leaves. Is the person next to me really the Demon King?
Yes, when I look at the person who was beside me before, he doesn’t look worried. The Self-Proclaimed Demon King walks casually as if he has something to do on the stage.
My other colleagues who are concentrating on the front did not notice the figure walking.
Only the instructors on the stage are aware of him.
They knelt down as soon as he was near, and they welcomed the Self-Proclaimed, no, the Demon King who is now climbing up the stage.
Certainly, the way he appeared was sobering.
However, and the sight itself displayed his dignity.
The instructors are kneeling, all of them have the qualities of being a king. However, they are showing that he is better than any of them.
“Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen! I’m the Demon King! To put it simply, I’m your employer! The president!” (Demon King)
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