Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

"That's all for today's class." Instructor Chris said to the students lying on the ground.

No one could remain intact, and they were so exhausted that it was impossible to distinguish who was a noble and who was a commoner.

"This time, the freshmen seem to have the best perseverance in the melee group." Chris looked around at the students and finally nodded.

"In order to improve personal deficiencies, physical strength is the most important thing for survival. Well, that's it." Chris said, and as if he had completed a task, he turned calmly and walked towards the college building.

"too tired."

"Testing my physical strength from the first day without even a warning is too much."

"I can't get up, someone come and help me." After the instructor left, the students' dissatisfied voices were heard.

"Tsk, they are all monsters. How come they have such great physical strength?" Of course, not all the words were negative.

The students who persevered to the end under the extreme circumstances also gained a certain degree of recognition from each other.

"These crazy guys. They treat the physical test as a competition." Although it was a time to test personal physical strength, the students treated the physical test as if it were a competition.

"It's all because of that guy."

"That guy was doing it like crazy, and I just unknowingly..."

"He's a monster." Suddenly, some students looked at Cardin with resentment.

As a necromancer, Cardan also scored high in the physical test and became a stimulus for the students.

The students who didn't want to lose to Cardin, a necromancer, in the physical test unintentionally tried their best.

Cardin, who had inadvertently provoked everyone and pushed them to their limits, sat on a bench and rested with an innocent look on his face.

"It's harder than I thought." Cardin also felt the limit of his physical strength. If he hadn't been doing physical training every day since 10 years ago, he might have collapsed on the training ground, gasping for breath.

"Is that all now?" Cardin raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction and nodded.

He had always exercised for training purposes and never tested his limits.

"Not bad." The physical training that he had been doing like a habit for the past 10 years came in handy at this moment and even made him feel proud.

"Kadan!" At this time, a familiar voice came. Looking back, Alves and Kalia walked over with sweat on their foreheads.

"Let's go eat together!" Alves, who had decided to take it easy on each other the day before, suggested with a bright smile, and Cardin chuckled and nodded.

"It seems like we can't enter the restaurant like this?" Cardin pointed at Alves' clothes. Alves naturally lowered his head to check his condition.

Clothes covered in dirt. Clearly not in line with restaurant etiquette.

"Ah, really?"

"Meet me in front of the dorms after you shower." Cardin said, standing up from his seat and starting to walk towards the dorm building.

Deep in a dungeon, two men sat around a campfire, talking while tearing meat apart.

"Yes, No. 7 entered the Hero Academy?"

"Yes. Among the three people who took the exam, only No. 7 passed. He may be taking classes now." The middle-aged man asked while tearing the meat, and the man sitting opposite nodded in answer.

“This time, No. 7 did it too.”

"He has a strong will and outstanding abilities. He has been a unique child since he was young, hasn't he?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

"Tell him that he has worked hard. Support him as much as possible in the future. Give him more money so that he can buy some delicious food."

"Yes, I understand. Ah, but, Boss. I have a question, can I ask it?"

"Go ahead. There's nothing wrong with that." The middle-aged man known as the boss smiled tolerantly and nodded.

"I heard that our people are also among the academy instructors. Is that true?"

"Yeah, it's true. But don't tell No. 7."

"Why? After all, they are seniors and juniors. Wouldn't it be better if they knew each other?" The man who looked like a subordinate asked with his head tilted.

"It's nothing good. He's too busy hiding his identity, it's better if he doesn't know." The man called the boss said this while drinking the beer in front of him in big gulps.

"Yes, Boss. But..."

"what happened again?"

"I don't know why the boss wants to start destroying the Hero Academy?"

"How should I know? He must have his reasons. Anyway..." The middle-aged man sneered and held out his hand.

"So, why?"

"I don't know the details. Surveillance has been very strict recently, and even communication between cadres has become difficult." The man who looked like a subordinate looked at the campfire with confusion.

"Yeah."

"In any case, tell No. 7 to learn his lesson well before the captain's order comes down." The middle-aged man threw the leftover meat bones on the ground and said with a sneer.

"Soon, No. 7 will become a strong force on our side."

"Yes. He is a talented kid. That's why he entered the Hero Academy."

"That's right. Ah!" As the conversation continued, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something and his eyes widened.

Then he looked at his men again and continued, "I have something to tell No. 7."

"Yes, please tell me. Boss."

"Try not to make friends there."

"Really?" The man who looked like a subordinate asked in surprise. Then the middle-aged man nodded and replied with a bitter expression. "That's good for him. Think about the future."

The afternoon classes at Hero Academy were in-depth classes by occupational group. The students who were not familiar with each other did not greet each other and went to find their own classrooms. "I'm alone."

"I am alone."

Cardan also walked towards the classroom of the Necromancer course.

"There's really no one."

Empty classroom.

The location of the Necromancer course was unusually quiet and deserted.

"But it's quite convenient to be alone."

According to Jack Carter's information, there are only two necromancers among the students of the Hero Academy, including Cardin.

"The other one is from the graduating class, right?"

The remaining one is about to graduate, so there is no special opportunity to meet him.

This means that Cardan will continue to have one-on-one lessons with the Necromancer Professor from now on.

"Since he can become a professor in the college, he must be a very outstanding person."

This was the first encounter with a necromancer since Charlotte Ingmar.

What kind of person will be the second person to become his master, and what kind of strength will he have?

Cardin was filled with anticipation.

"Ah, right."

Suddenly, Cardin remembered the conversation between the mercenaries he had heard in the "Coward Hunter's Dungeon" he had visited before the first entrance exam.

-I heard that Professor Isaac has temporarily taken over Charlotte's guardian position? Is that true?

-Ah! Is it the professor of Hero Academy? The famous Necromancer second only to Charlotte?

The necromancer second only to Charlotte, although temporary, is also a professor of the guardian position.

"Isaac..."

If the reputation and strength are so outstanding, there shouldn't be too many problems.

Click.

Just then, the door of the classroom slowly opened and a neatly dressed man appeared.

In his early forties, he looks suitable for formal wear and gives people a bright feeling.

"It looks more serious than I thought."

There is no atmosphere for dealing with the undead.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Guardian Isaac."

Cardin stood up from his seat and greeted.

Isaac motioned for Cardin to sit down and slowly walked towards the podium.

"The only necromancer in the first year. The academy is very interested in you. Probably because of the potential you possess."

Isaac, who was standing at the podium, smiled amiably and continued.

"But to be honest, I can't say you're very strong right now."

Cardin nodded in agreement and looked at Isaac.

"Unless they can swallow a dragon, it's hard to say that a necromancer below five stars is strong."

This sounded natural, and Cardin nodded in agreement.

Although they are stronger than ordinary people, among the strong ones, it is difficult for Necromancers below five stars to play their due role.

"So, what is the first thing a necromancer needs to learn?"

Isaac looked at Cardan expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"Survive."

It's not hard. I learned how to survive from Charlotte.

"In order to become so strong that you don't need to survive, you first need to survive."

That answer seemed to satisfy Isaac, and he nodded with a smile.

"That's right. Here, I will teach you how to survive. How to survive as a weak necromancer."

That meaningful voice made Cardin feel an inexplicable sense of tension.

"In that sense, you have a very good talent."

Isaac pointed his index finger near Cardan's heart.

"Even after summoning hundreds of skeletons, the hard core of magic power remains intact. This is a natural talent."

This could be due to Charlotte's emphasis on basic training, or Cardin's natural talent.

What is certain is that Cardan possesses extraordinary survivability.

"is it?"

Cardan looked at Isaac modestly.

Having never encountered a necromancer of equal strength, Cardan has always felt that he is not good enough.

He always compared himself to his father, Charlotte Ingmar.

"No comparison to the most powerful necromancer in the world."

Cardin chuckled inwardly before speaking again.

"Mr. Guardian. Can I ask a question?"

"Please call me Professor. I am not used to the title of Guardian yet."

"You said you would teach me how to survive. I'm curious about what exactly I'll learn."

Isaac expressed his understanding of Cardan's question and answered it.

"efficiency."

“Efficiency?”

"Can we win the war just by summoning hundreds or thousands of undead?"

He shook his head.

Even if so many skeleton soldiers were summoned now, victory could not be guaranteed on the battlefield.

"Find the highest efficiency at your current level. That's how a weak necromancer survives."

This is different from Charlotte's teachings, it is not about simply getting stronger.

If Charlotte explained it in general terms, Isaac gave a detailed answer.

"Well, can you summon some skeleton soldiers?"

"How many should I summon?"

"Do what you can. But don't tax your magic core."

Isaac said, pointing to the empty classroom and Cardin nodded and stood up.

"Ok."

This wasn't a difficult task. It was what he had always done as a necromancer.

Whoosh.

“Remember death.”

As usual, he held out his ringed hand and whispered a spell.

Click!

"There are probably about 300 of them, right?"

Isaac sneered in his heart as he looked at the skeletons that instantly filled the classroom.

What surprised him even more was that Cardan summoned so many skeletons without breaking a sweat and seemed very calm.

"He has armed so many skeletons. And this kind of skeleton... maybe it's already three stars?"

The information Isaac had seen about Cardan showed that he summoned weak, unarmed skeletons.

But now the skeletons in front of him were equipped with old weapons and armor, and the skeletons' bones looked very strong.

Cardan looked around at the skeletons around him, waiting for Isaac's next words.

Click.

Isaac walked towards the nearest skeleton soldier.

"Not very good indeed."

Isaac examined the skull several times and shook his head in disappointment.

Although it might hurt his pride, Cardin silently waited for Isaac's next words.

"Well, let's find a way to improve efficiency, shall we?"