Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 99:A Night Out [3]

As I glanced backward, Mira was endlessly talking while Evangel walked forward, occasionally nodding her head and licking her strawberry ice cream.

Had she taken my words about Mira being an observer too seriously? She did know she could talk, right?

At that moment, some students suddenly entered through the gate and walked forward, blocking my view of Mira and Evangel.

"..."

It was cold, very cold.

My body ached from the hours of running around while training today, and my mental state was perhaps at its worst yet.

Whenever I was alone, left in pure silence, the everlasting words of my mother had said to me in my dream echoed through my head.

I knew it was a dream...I knew I had imagined that entire interaction, yet it felt so real.

Sometimes, the picture of the former hero’s dead body lying on my throne would flash across my sight, as well.

It was hard to believe that I hadn’t even been in this world for longer than a week.

I had gone through more hardship in these past few days than my entire sixteen years back on Earth.

Of course, though, I simply stood still with my usual neutral expression throughout all this.

It felt as if I were a fish desperately trying to swim upstream.

If I stopped moving or showed any sign of weakness for a moment, the current would wash me away.

Weirdly, though, I didn’t feel any internal pain or exhaustion.

It was almost as if I had accepted everything going on as natural and part of my life.

Not even a few days ago, I had compared Evangel to a robot, yet at this moment, I felt exactly like one.

Was I even in control of my body?

I only had one programmed and intended purpose: to grow strong enough to survive.

Besides that...what else did I have to live for in this world?

I didn’t know or particularly care about anyone here, did I?

Was there a single thing I even loved here?

I was living to survive, but why did I want to survive?

Glancing at the hundreds of students, similar in age to me, crowded together, I wondered.

Why do they live?

Whether they had selfish person-motive or simply wanted to make this world a better place, everyone around me had some sort of reason to keep going.

For me...? It was just the fear of dying.

I didn’t want to die; that was it.

I knew I didn’t need a reason to live...but I wanted one.

As that question echoed through my head and the crowd dispersed, revealing Evangel and Mira’s approaching figures, a fear appeared inside my head.

Subconsciously, my body moved toward the gate and onto the dirt path.

Suddenly, as my right foot hovered above the path’s dirt ground, a gust of wind rushed against my chest, pushing me backward.

... Why was I so scared to find a reason to live, then?

An overwhelming feeling of disgust enveloped my head, not toward anyone but myself, and a frown appeared on my face.

Back on Earth, I had this entire plan set up for my life: go to a good college, get a good job, and live a rich life.

Yet, right now, I didn’t know what I wanted.

When Mira and Evangel finally got within hearing distance, I turned around, an artificial smile on my face, and said.

"I’ll continue on ahead."

This time, though, I didn’t hesitate and await a response I hoped might come.

Instead, I instantly walked away.

Why? Why was I afraid of getting closer to them?

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Walking into the outside area of the Imperial class’s training hall, I was immediately met with a pair of bleachers, filled with unfamiliar students.

Since this class was meant for all swordmanship students, they weren’t just Imperial class students sitting down.

I did spot a couple of familiar faces, though, as Evangel, Liam, and Scarlett were sitting amongst the bleachers’ first and second rows.

As I found a seat on the isolated top row of the bleachers, the teacher also appeared below us, standing with a wooden sword in his hand.

Raising his sword to the sky and waving to the over thirty students in the bleachers, the teacher began.

"You may call me Professor Brock, and I’ll be your swordmanship teacher for this semester."

In contrast to Imperial only student classes yesterday, the audience was much more talkative as Worldly students unhurriedly talked, outright ignoring Brock.

Nobody seemed to care, though, as even Professor Brock ignored them and continued.

"Today, I’ll start by displaying some simple sword strokes, and from there, you may partner up and spar while I walk around."

My mentor wasn’t even a sword user, leaving me with no competent individual to teach me swordsmanship, so I carefully payed attention.

After presenting basic moves like lunging forward jabs and various forms of uppercuts, Professor Brock said.

"For many of you, who have already trained for countless years, this may seem useless, but please remember, the basics are your foundation."

"If you fail to maintain them and keep them in perfect shape, no matter how exquisite the rest of your swordsmanship is, flaws will appear."

Pointing the tip of his wooden sword, Professor Brock sighed and continued.

"Wooden swords are on the left wall; please choose a partner of equal skill level."

"This is a spar of swordmanship and swordmanship only. Abilities, mana, and elements are all restricted.

Patiently waiting until all the people in the rows in front of me had descended, I stepped onto the ground and picked up a wooden sword.

Before I could even look up and awkwardly mingle with the other partnerless people, a voice sounded from behind me.

"Would you like to spar?"

Slinging the wooden sword over my shoulder, I gazed at the red-haired girl before me and nodded my head.

She seemed rather confident.

Then again, this wouldn’t be the first time I had overestimated the capabilities of Imperial class students.