I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 66: Hell Where Good And Capable People Go

Chapter 66: Hell Where Good And Capable People Go

Scop, the warrior in charge of the partys vanguard, was feeling aggrieved by the current situation.

He was just gambling in a tavern after finishing a job when the fallen hero approached him with an offer.

He thought it was a lucky break, demanding equal pay because it seemed hard to form a party, and she even agreed to it

Talk about bad luck Why does this have to happen when Im in the dungeon?!

No answer, I see.

In this situation, even the thoughtless mage who had bolted out had turned into a lifeless undead. The very being who killed her began to stagger towards him, surrounded by other undead.

Since there was no escaping from here anyway, it seemed like he had resigned himself to being boiled alive at their will.

Silence is consent, they say. Then, may I take it as your application for enrollment?

Please, save me!!

Scop finally screamed and knelt down on the spot.

As a vanguard known for enduring the enemys attacks with his body, he was supposed to have strong courage, but the presence before him was powerful enough to crush even such steadfast valor.

Everything it touched quickly lost its vitality, and the magic it spread forced dried-up bodies to rise, making it impossible to find freedom even in death.

Haha, begging for mercy, how amusing. Saying that makes it sound like I was planning to kill you, doesnt it?

Gorgon, the Knight of Famine, laughed mockingly, finding even the fear he induced to be amusing, and soon stooped his gaunt body to meet Scops eyes, beginning to taunt quietly.

I simply need an assistant, so theres no need for fear. Or do you have a reason you cant accept my offer?

Th-that, well, its like

Speak up. As someone who wanders the world seeking knowledge, I have time to listen to those Ive taken an interest in.

Gorgon offered.

Encouraged by his words, Scop, with sweat-drenched lips, began to raise a hopeful smile.

Could it be a chance to live?

The atmosphere seemed somewhat friendly.

At the very least, if he could appease him, there seemed to be a mercy in not killing him right away.

Well, the thing is, I have a sick mother at home

Hmm, I see. You have a sick mother at home, you say?

Yes, yes. I must take care of her. The reward from this mission is supposed to go towards her medicine

It was a lie.

In reality, there was nothing for him to protect, as he, an adventurer, would invest his earnings in gambling.

Well, I must say, youre quite the commendable young man than I thought.

But the other party didnt know the truth behind his words, hoping this lie would move him enough to let him live.

With that hope, Scop felt the Knight of Famines hand swiftly moving towards his neck.

I cant just let a kind-hearted young man like you go! Since youve been so good, Ill graciously take you to my graduate school!

What? Me?! Wait a minute! Aaaargh!

His bodys nutrients were swiftly drained.

Soon, his lifeless body convulsed on the spot before weakly rising, beginning to shuffle about.

Indeed. The world would benefit from having kind-hearted talents like you in the graduate school. Dont worry about your mother; if she comes with you, shell be able to work regardless of her illness.

Encompassing both the virtuous and the sick in his vision for progress was a principle Gorgon faithfully believed in.

His gaze then began to shift towards a monk who was trembling while watching the situation unfold.

Next is

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

However, facing the great calamity known as the Knight of Famine was enough to push anyone to their mental limits, even those who adventured for spiritual practice.

Ultimately, feeling his faith crumbling, he began to run away in madness, screaming prayers to the deity he worshipped.

O deity! Please stop this trial! I have yet to find my destined place, and I cannot die like this!

To think impure thoughts while serving a deity! This wont do. Ill take you to my graduate school and correct your mind!

Kkuaaaaaak!!

Abraham, the monk, was swiftly captured by the Knight of Famine and immediately began to have his essence drained.

Eventually, he became just like the two who had died before him, starting to let out cries of agony in front of Gorgon, his new master.

Well then, little one. Its your turn next.

Ignoring such cries, the next target chosen was the hero Yi Ga-ram.

A young girl, too immature to bear the responsibilities of her inherent powers.

Eek!

For such a fragile being, the current situation was too much to bear.

Observing without showing it, he began to see the undead blink, albeit with flesh stuck to his skull.

Uh, um. Is that so?

It worked.

Being obsessed with research, his reasoning was swayed by pointing out such a blind spot.

Yes, thats right. After all, a research institution like a graduate school isnt just for anyone, is it? So, for now, send this child back, and maybe make the proposal again when shes older and the time is right.

Hmm, well. It cant be helped. One shouldnt overwork a promising sapling from the start.

Yes, it was working much better than expected.

Hoping the absurd turn of events would just slide, he, hiding his impatience, prepared to leave with Ga-ram.

Then, well be off

Wait a moment, young man.

Damn it.

Swallowing the curse that rose from within, he turned to face him without showing it.

Whats your name?

It wasnt that his mood had soured.

His interest had simply shifted from the girl, who was no longer an immediate target, to him.

Ah, yes. My name is Woo Hyo-sung.

Woo Hyo?

No, not Woo Hyo, but Woo Hyo-s

Oh, I see. You are Woo Hyo?

Gorgon, despite it being their first meeting, exclaimed as if he recognized him.

The Knight of Famine, smiling with his tattered mouth, propped his chin and began to stare intently at his face.

Come to think of it, the Knight of Death remembered your name quite distinctly. I also vaguely remember hearing that name. So its you?

You heard about me from that person?

No need to hear about it. We undead, under our lords protection, share the most intense memories we have to some extent.

The undead, upon noticing his presence for the first time, had reminisced about him for that reason.

Of course, for beings with self-awareness, such memory was just one of many, unlike the undead, who were solely driven by instinct and whose actions were not hindered by dwelling on those memories.

However, its the first time Ive seen such a stubbornly principled creature have such a memory of the living Yes, now that we meet face-to-face, its quite intriguing.

But even such a minor thing was deemed too significant to overlook by one who claimed to be a devourer of knowledge.

To live with the foolishness of exploring the world, yet to have in his memory at all times a power that never faded.

Wasnt it more than enough reason to be obsessed?

Wouldnt you like to become a graduate student?

I refuse.

Oh, thats too sad to be rejected so bluntly.

Gorgon laughed good-naturedly despite the firm refusal.

His step forward, unhesitating, suggested he had already anticipated such a response.

I saw your eloquence, trying to persuade me out of concern for giving too much responsibility to that girl. If you were to submit an assignment, you would receive the highest marks at any educational institution.

No, I just casually used something I picked up somewhere. You dont have to rate it so highly.

Even making something you heard into your own is commendable. Isnt that what learning is all about?

Coincidentally, Im more suited to physical work than learning from books.

Physical strength is needed for learning, too. So, become a graduate student. If you become a graduate student following me, you can remain in this world for hundreds, even thousands of years, continuing your exploration.

I refuse.

If you become a graduate student, Ill guide you myself. You dont need to bring any baggage; just come as you are, and Ill accommodate you as much as I can.

I refuse, as Ive said several times. I have too much to achieve while Im still alive.

Even the graduate students around him hardly looked human.

How could one possibly accept the offer of such a mad, decaying creature as kindness?

That answer is a failing grade.

Sensing his wariness and raising his spear, Gorgons eyes flashed as he began to draw a black longsword into his hand.

Theres no other choice then. Since youve had such a foolish thought, Ill take you to the graduate school myself and enlighten you.

You crazy bastard. Why take a failing student to graduate school?

Clang!

The clash of weapons swallowed up even his voice, which was filled with rage.

Become a graduate student!! Woo Hyo!!!

Gorgons gesture, easily overcoming the struggle, was already slashing towards his neck through the gap in the battle.