I Became the Golden Sun That Steals the Academy’s Aircraft

013. First rules of engagement. The giant god soldier is not omnipotent.

“Whoop. Whoop.”

In the physical training room, a cadet was sweating hotly and undergoing physical training that was close to arduous. Although it was the most basic training, there were cadets who devoted themselves to the training, which was important and fundamental, immediately after the entrance mock battle.

An upper body drenched in sweat and golden hair.

The main character was Gilbert.

After struggling to lift a weight that would have made you feel scared just by looking at it, he finished the last set and took a long breath. Since his physical ability was 90, his recovery speed was so fast that giving him exercise load was not an easy task.

But there was nothing I couldn’t give. Because it was a very simple problem of just increasing the weight if the exercise load did not come.

After putting away the equipment he had used, Gilbert wiped away the sweat with a towel he had prepared in advance and entered the shower room. Highly developed magical engineering played a similar role as science in the real world. The setting is similar to the Middle Ages, but this technology made me feel like I was in a modern society.

It was a luxury that could only be enjoyed by rich nobles or academies, but it was fortunate for Gilbert that he was able to meet both requirements.

After showering and putting on his cadet uniform, he brushed back his slightly wet hair and packed up the luggage he had brought with him. Training any further than this would do more harm than good, so I thought it would be better to get a good rest after dinner.

I wanted to train my magic power, but if I tried to train my magic power on my own, which I had never actually done before, something bad could happen, so it was safer in many ways to learn the training method through regular classes.

Just as Gilbert was about to leave the training room, he was able to face someone coming inside.

Smooth facial lines with black hair.

The main character was Ian.

“You…”

“Nice to meet you. Let me formally introduce you. My name is Gilbert.”

Although it was an unexpected meeting, Gilbert was not embarrassed, and immediately held out his hand and introduced himself. Gilbert, who already had to create more contact with the main character, couldn’t help but be happy about this situation.

Moreover, since we met in the training room, he may have a slightly different impression of himself, so the timing was not bad.

“It’s Ian.”

Ian’s expression as he held hands was strange. He had a face that was difficult to express, perhaps because he was surprised that Gilbert, the so-called bastard, was here.

“I enjoyed today’s entrance mock competition.”

“This is it. He’s a great pilot.”

It was a simple evaluation without any sarcasm. As a player, I was not moving, so I thought about what would happen if the settings were wrong, but as a result of using the giant soldier myself and clashing with them, I saw the promise of something big. It seemed like it would take a lot of time to become known as one of the world’s best knights, but the main story hadn’t even started yet.

At best, the tutorial has just been completed, so it wouldn’t have been unreasonable for it to be one of the best articles if it helped you progress smoothly through the main story. That’s because Ian possessed a characteristic skill that allowed him to exceed the limit of 100 in his control ability.

“It sounds a bit sarcastic when you say something like that to someone who can’t do anything.”

“I didn’t mean to do that. It was just a pure thought, so I hope you accept it without hesitation.”

“Well…Okay. By the way, did you come to the training room right after the entrance mock battle?”

“It’s better not to skip training.”

“It seems a little different from what I heard.”

Gilbert thought there was something thorny in the words, but when he saw Ian’s smiling face, he dismissed it as just his mood. He hadn’t done anything particularly worth pretending to be, and Ian’s evaluation wasn’t that bad from what he could tell.

“You’re not wrong. I don’t think it’s something you should say to me. I didn’t think there would be any weirdos coming to the training room right after the entrance mock battle.”

“I guess you don’t think that the weirdo is you. I also don’t skip training.”

When I saw Ian shrug his shoulders, I felt even more satisfied because he seemed to be sincere. If he had a lazy personality, it was obvious that his growth would stagnate no matter what help he gave.

“I see. You have a good posture.”

“Nothing much to say. Then, can I pass by? If I delay any longer, I think I’ll have to train until late at night.”

“That was a distraction. Let’s go now.”

Gilbert, feeling warm as if he was watching a growing chick, stepped aside to allow Ian to pass.

Ian passed by with his head slightly lowered and headed toward the magic training room, not the physical training room he came from.

When Gilbert saw that, he remembered the protagonist’s ability level at the beginning. He remembered that in the name of adding a training system, his initial abilities were mostly in his 30s, except for piloting.

When he first saw this as a newbie, Gilbert was also focused solely on training his magic power, but there were many types of items that could increase his magic power among the items that could be farmed, and more than anything, there was a time when he was in pain because he did not increase his physical abilities. It was a common mistake made by newbies who were playing Tactical Combat for the first time, and all of the knights currently asked to be released on the continent had fairly high physical abilities.

For no reason, I felt excited as if I was seeing a newbie playing the game for the first time. It was a moment where I began to understand a little why there were so many words in the community about ‘Newle Park’ and ‘Putting on sleeves’.

“Are you planning on training your magic?”

“Of course. It’s necessary to control the Giant God Soldier.”

“That’s the truth. But don’t forget about physical training. That will be the foundation.”

“Is this the basis of your monstrous manipulation skills?”

“Of course.”

“Really? Then, shall we do a little physical training this time?”

Ian glanced back at Gilbert, grinned, then turned his body to face the weight training room. Gilbert chuckled at that and left the training room. He thought that in the future, when he gets an item that increases his magic power, he should at least add sleeves.

As Gilbert left the training room, Ian’s friendly smile hardened and he looked for a moment at the entrance of the training room where Gilbert had left.

Poof!

Then he turned around again and entered the magic training room.

He listened to his rival’s advice as if he could not beat him.

***

Demeia Academy’s class curriculum was based on taking classes according to a structured annual plan, rather than registering for classes like in real universities.

Lectures were differentiated based on grade level, but due to the nature of Demeia, which was based on a strict ability system, there was no division between nobles and commoners, and only students had to take lectures according to the curriculum based on their grade.

There were cases where cadets from high-ranking noble families protested their low grades, but they were only evaluated at a disadvantage and were not given any privileges based on their status. Looking at it this way, it seemed like everyone was equal, but due to the nature of the academy system, which places emphasis on ability, the discriminatory treatment between grades tended to be much more severe.

Gilbert also kept this in mind and stood out as much as possible in the entrance mock competition, and succeeded without difficulty in being assigned to the first grade class as per his goal. The news that was to be delivered to his family could not have been more perfect. Being the first cadet to receive the Commander’s Award Badge in several years was something to be proud of.

Of course, his father, the Iron-Blooded Count, never thought he would be satisfied with this much. Not only was there an enormous amount of work that Gilbert had done so far, but when it came to the commander’s award badge, Count William also had a history of receiving it during the entrance mock battle. He may have thought that his children had to do that as standard, so he needed more satisfactory results.

A tangible achievement that requires both talent and effort, such as being the top of the grade at Demeia Academy.

With a firm resolve, Gilbert opened the door to the classroom where the first lecture was being held and entered confidently. Perhaps because of the suddenly opened door, the cadets, who were already talking in groups of twos and threes, confirmed that the person entering the classroom was Gilbert and all avoided eye contact, keeping an eye on what was happening.

His 190-foot tall frame, thick face, and tanned skin contributed to making him look overbearing, and the rumors about Gilbert were not good at all, to the point where the word eccentric sounded mild.

And that became the reason why the cadets avoided him.

Gilbert sighed deeply, but did not show it outwardly. This was because the original Gilbert’s still-remaining behavioral patterns were holding him back. The reason his speech did not come out the same as before was thanks to the appropriate blending and harmonization of Kang Do-jun’s behavioral style as a modern man.

Although he became knowledgeable and hard-spoken, he might have been better off dead if he had to continue using the original Gilbert’s words and actions. He was expelled from the force when he first met Seraphina.

“Commander!”

“Is it Hans? The entrance mock battle has ended. There is no need to call me commander anymore.”

Gilbert was glad to remember Hans, a commoner who had applied for the position of adjutant first in his entrance mock competition. Hans, like Angelina, was an extra whose name I had never heard of, but once he entered Demeia Academy, his basic abilities were outstanding.

When you look at the fact that during the first battle, you took out the giant soldier while keeping up with him, it seemed like he was exceptionally talented in that area. It was difficult to make an accurate judgment because he had not yet acquired the skill to quantify the other person’s abilities, but he was sending a signal that his rotten paint was a person capable of growing to a named level.

‘I think raising Hans might be a good choice?’

He decided to watch a little longer first and looked at Hans, who was standing in a stoic posture.

“That’s true, but… I’m not sure how to call it…”

“You can call me Gilbert.”

“Then I’ll call you Gilbert!”

Hans showed a respectful demeanor as if he were treating a respected direct superior.

In fact, he admired Gilbert.

He was the person who watched Gilbert’s activities closely during the entrance mock battle and participated in the final battle of the entrance mock battle, which is currently called the so-called Victory Struggle among cadets.

Even now, when I think back on that time, it was a series of tense and fast-paced battles that make my hands sweat. And it was Gilbert who walked through that battlefield and performed greater than anyone else. The strategy of using the main unit as a scapegoat to raid the bases of other teams that created a troop gap all came from his head.

Contrary to rumors, he was not overbearing to the commoners, and his abilities were outstanding, so they had no choice but to naturally follow him as commander.

“It’s been noisy since the morning. Isn’t it? Commander?”

“Is it Angelina? You call me commander too.”

“That suits you.”

Angelina, who had just opened the door to the classroom, blocked her path and shrugged her shoulders as she looked at Gilbert and Hans. At first, she was dissatisfied that a fool was in charge of the team, but when she saw Gilbert leading the entrance mock battle to victory, everyone disappeared.

She was the type to thoroughly believe what she saw, and she decided to judge Gilbert based on what she saw in her entrance mock competition, regardless of the rumors. Even if he had changed due to some wind, all she knew was the current Gilbert.

“Then should I call you Deputy Angelina?”

“I don’t think I’ll be your lieutenant forever. I have ambitions, too.”

“But I think it will be difficult to find a great adjutant like you.”

“As expected, the commander’s eyes are quite good.”

Angelina smiled brightly at the words acknowledging her. This was because she did not feel bad that Gilbert acknowledged her as much as she acknowledged Gilbert.

“I think we should stop chatting. The professor will be coming in soon.”

The three of them sat down comfortably in front of the silhouette seen outside the window.

Eventually, the door to the classroom opened and a sturdy man with a large scar across his face came in, his clothes fluttering.

“Nice to meet you all. My name is Alexander.”

Gilbert’s eyes lit up as he looked at him scribbling his name on the blackboard in front of him.