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The Sidekick's Masterpiece

A hopeful novelist named Aether faces rejection of his meticulously crafted works in a contest. Crush by disappointment; he never gives up. With his burning passion, he decides to mix his rejected stories to create something better. But, Uh-oh, he needs a cool ending, and he's got zero experience for it. "How do i end this thing without any real adventures?" So, he heads up to Sierra Madre, hoping for inspiration. But up there, things get crazy. He meets a fate he didn't see coming. "This wasn't in the plan." Suddenly, he transmigrated as Felix, an orphan destined to perish in the entrance exam at Avalon School. But wait. He'll actually be part of a legendary hero group in the future.

Iam_monarchi · Fantasy
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Anti-personnel

"Just be careful; don't let them fool you into joining! "I said.

Many groups aim for revolutions or change but exploit others for their own motives. I believe that's the leftist group in the country. I think.

"I forgot to ask you about visiting the orphanage; my sister keeps bothering us. You were supposed to visit them weekly, and it's been almost 3 months. You never went, so my sister threatened that if I don't go, she'll come here instead," Milo mentioned. 

I tend to forget to go visit the orphan.

"Okay, I'll probably go after the exam day," I replied to Milo.

"Well, we have only one exam for the entire semester, so it's better to finish that first," Shakiro suggested.

"Though it might take some time, we'll have a vacation then, right? For a month?" I asked about the length of the vacation.

"Actually, it's two months."

But still, I don't know if the exam is near. There's no class, but sometimes instructors require it. I can't go, but because of that indecent instructor just paying for the days the student skips.

"Then take your girlfriend with you!" Shakiro teased, pointing at someone with his eyes.

"She's not my girlfriend," I clarified, and the two friends just smiled.

"Ayieeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhh," they shouted, mimicking a car brake sound and started dancing.

Suddenly, Mel appeared beside me. "Are you really going to the orphanage? Can I come with you after all? I'm your girlfriend."

The smiles on Milo and Shakiro's faces vanished as if they sensed something wrong.

Did they actually believe she was my girlfriend?

"Girlfriend, my foot!" I muttered, frustrated by the false rumor spreading among my friends.

"Can I join?" Mel asked while Milo and Shakiro watched us closely.

"No," I stated firmly. Ignoring my refusal, she began clinging to me.

"I want to go!" She pulled at my shirt, stretching it out.

"Alright, alright, after the exams." 

I surrender with my stretched shirt. This was my outdoor shirt.

Antipersonnel weapons - that's one of the subjects at Avalon. It's a class where students learn how to handle human criminals like mercenaries, killers, and more. It's crucial in case of demon attacks on humans, but most of these criminals have political motives and are extremely deceitful.

But better not talk to them yet; they will not exist until the red wormhole 3.

"So, you must not forget that monsters are not only threats to people; demons, doppelgangers, and shapeshifters are human forms of monsters," a female instructor said during her discussion of her philosophy. She talks about it so frequently that I've even memorized it. She displayed her knife and moved like a professional assassin.

"You must not show any mercy!" The instructor said, and with a bold move, she spun and kicked the air.

"Woahhhhhhhhhh" all the students were mesmerized by her, especially her boobs. They are bouncing.

Steve, why are you not here? Come look! Calling Steve with my gesture. He just laughed. This man protects his reputation, but if you do this, you will forget your name.

And as we watch our instructor.

"Pervert!" All the girls in my section look at us like we did something wrong.

"Clap* clap* is she showing those tits? I mean those moves. How can she not appreciate human life? They are even crying for hope that another day will come again.

"We will have a duel spar!" The instructor said, smiling at us.

"So why did it turn into a one-on-one with her?"I muttered.

I didn't expect she would be my opponent. This is really bullying!

"You must demonstrate the ability to make your opponent a little scared," the instructor said to me.

"Wait, instructor, I can't move. Please wait. Oh, don't grab my legs! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrh!" I exclaimed to the instructor. "Can you ease up a bit? I feel like my legs are going to break."

All my classmates' boys seem interested in seeing me taken down, no! It's a misunderstanding; I was being tortured. However, most of my classmates aren't happy with my instructor really locking my legs with her arms.

"Guilty! Guilty!" All the boys halted their duel, but while watching me, they seemed to ask, 'What the hell did I do?'

"You can't fight if you're just going to run! Then we won't stop here!"

What did she say to me? We won't stop if I don't fight well.

As I look at her grabbing my legs, I don't know, but I feel an urge. I have to do something about this.

"Ah~" 

Ah? What did my instructor say? What a weird sound! That is horny!

"He touched it! He! Touch it! "All my classmates are in chaos. Not only did I accidentally touch my instructor's boobs, but I also escaped from her grappling technique.

"Wait, it was an accident! Wait, let me explain! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! My legs! My legs! "

She came back to lock me up! That's too much!

 

After that, I was, really pissed at that instructor. If I see her again, I'm going to fondle that until they crush like a tomato.

In front of the vending machine, I push a coin on it. And look for a can. Pressing the button, I buy a carbonated drink!

Clank*

Suddenly spotting Elina walking alone, I purchase another carbonated drink and offer it to her.

"Hmmmm!" She looks at the can and me with a tilted head.

"Hmmm?" I smile at her, take her hand, and give her the drink.

She doesn't say anything, but I can tell she likes it.

"Thank you!" she says and then runs off.

How cute.

Moving on, I head to the wall. My progress is swift and impressive at first glance.

"Boss! We're finished digging. What's next?" One of my members calls me 'boss,' even though we're equals. It's become a regular practice among our craftsmen; however, Sonia's fans don't call me that.

"Next, we'll construct a beam for the wall foundation at the bottom!"

Several members of my team are constructing structural steel and wood frames for the beam.

"After this, we're going to pour cement, boss!"

"Yes," I said, I don't know much about construction anyway.

Although I'm not entirely familiar with their current tasks, I understand the process of building a wall. It feels awkward not to respond wholeheartedly to their queries.

"In hindsight, memories are influenced more by the silence of past companions than the words of those against us."

-Aether

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