Munchkin Disciple Wants to Stop Being Obsessed Over

Despite being possessed into a game, it took a full 7 years before I actually set foot in the academy that served as the game’s setting.

“Oh.”

Passing through the gate-sized main entrance, magnificent buildings stretch out as far as the eye can see.

That’s not all.

Colorful magical formations spread out everywhere.
Various magical dolls can be seen moving busily.

Even though I had seen the scenery of Arden Academy through a monitor countless times.

Witnessing it directly, hearing the sounds, feeling it against my skin—the scenery of Arden Academy gave me indescribable emotions.

Anyway.

“Where should I go?”

The grounds are so vast that I don’t even know where to begin finding my way.

How long had I been looking around?

Tap, tap, someone poked my shoulder with their finger and spoke to me.

“You can follow that signpost over there.”

When I turned my head, an elderly man was pointing toward the side of the main gate.

“Ah, thank you.”

Had I missed that? Feeling embarrassed, I bowed my head in greeting, then examined the appearance of the old man who had helped me.

Comfortable casual clothes, gray beard stretching to his chest, and curly hair.

The kindly-looking old man was holding a broom.

“I hope you achieve good results so we can meet again. Well, I’m not sure if a youngster who can’t even find a signpost can pass the entrance exam, but still. Heh heh.”

Saying this, the old man turned and began sweeping fallen flower petals with his broom.

It was a remark that a sensitive person might have found quite offensive, but I wasn’t bothered.

‘Who was that?’

I just tilted my head, unable to recall where I’d seen that familiar face before.

“Well, I’ll see him again.”

I’ll be staying at the academy for nearly 4 years anyway, so if that old man is an important figure, we’ll cross paths again somehow.

Thinking this, I turned around.

“…”

Walking along following the signpost, I suddenly felt self-deprecating.

What kind of person was I 7 years ago that the only faces I clearly remember are female characters?

After a brief moment of reflection, I made a new resolution.

That’s how I should be from now on too.

“Is this it?”

As I walked, I found myself in front of a magnificent building labeled “Phoenix Hall.”

Finding my way wasn’t difficult. I just had to follow the arrows drawn with magic on the ground.

“Whew.”

I was just here to submit an enrollment application, but for some reason, I felt nervous and took a deep breath.

If I open this door in front of me, I can fill out an enrollment application.

And if my memory serves me correctly, a special person will be receiving that application today.

‘Dian Van Ranunculus.’

A former member of the hero’s party, newly appointed as a professor and a key character in the game.

‘He only appeared on the last day of enrollment applications.’

Although I had arrived in Adenia, where the academy is located, two days ago, I deliberately came to submit my application today solely because of Dian.

‘Will he give me a quest?’

What I wanted to confirm was whether hidden quests would occur normally.

Because if hidden quests occur like in the game, I would be able to receive various benefits from Dian.

With that in mind, I wrapped my body with an excessive amount of mana before opening the door.

It was necessary to catch Dian’s attention.

-Thud.

‘Oh.’

As I opened the door, as expected, a middle-aged man with light blonde hair, Dian, was sitting prominently in his seat, and beside him, a woman with dark gray hair, Professor Calmia, was gaping at me.

“Oh…! If you’re here to fill out an enrollment application, please come this way.”

As I sat down, Dian began bombarding me with questions, his face full of interest.

“What’s your name? Where are you from?”

“Just looking at you, I can tell you’ll be heading to the combat department. What’s your specialty? Swordsmanship? Magic? Well, you’ll study common subjects in your first year anyway, and you can decide your major in your second year, so there’s no rush, but I can’t help being curious.”

“Where are you staying? Have you eaten? Why are you staring into empty space? Is that a habit of yours?”

Dian’s barrage of questions.

I answered them diligently, but I felt disoriented, as if my soul had flown beyond the universe.

And above all.

‘The quest isn’t appearing.’

Although I stared intently into empty space, unfortunately, the quest notification I had been anticipating didn’t appear.

It was strange. Judging by how Dian was asking far more questions than necessary, I seemed to have fulfilled the conditions, so why wasn’t it appearing?

‘Is it because this isn’t a game?’

The thought suddenly occurred to me. It could certainly be possible.

“It was nice meeting you, Kamel. I wish you good luck on the entrance exam.”

“Yes, thank you.”

In the end, the quest notification didn’t appear even until I heard Dian’s farewell, and after completing the application, I rose from my seat, leaving behind Dian’s somewhat regretful gaze.

‘The hidden quests linked to Dian were really sweet.’

I was the one who was truly disappointed.

The black-haired boy walks out, and the door closes.

“I’ll buy the drinks.”

Seeing this, Dian calmly offered to the Calmia sitting beside him.

“Why? Weren’t you interested? You were bombarding him with questions.”

“It’s the opposite. He was so interesting that I couldn’t control myself.”

“But why are you buying? It seems like I’m the one who lost the bet.”

“Because I’m in a good mood. I’ve never seen a monster like that before.”

“Well, I can see that friend is exceptional… but isn’t that evaluation too extreme?”

Calmia asked dubiously, and Dian shook his head and continued.

“No, I might have even underestimated him.”

“Huh?”

“The mana that friend had wrapped around his body was just a fraction. He seems to be hiding a lot.”

“What? Is that even possible?”

Calmia asked Dian in astonishment.

Even to Calmia, the boy’s mana level seemed among the highest of the new students. But what? That was just a fraction?

“Yeah. I’m certain.”

Dian answered, tapping his golden eyes, and seeing this, Calmia felt dizzy.

“Ah, this year is going to be exhausting.”

This year already had an unusually high number of talented and troublesome high-status freshmen entering.

If Dian wasn’t wrong, the boy they had just seen would stand out even among those freshmen.

“Ah, I shouldn’t have agreed to take the first-year class.”

Calmia said with her hand on her head, and Dian, who had already risen from his seat, asked her:

“Is the principal in his office? I have something to ask.”

“No, he’s probably playing around near the main gate.”

“Playing around?”

“Yeah, pretending to clean while checking out the new students is his kind of play.”

“Has he gone senile? Why would he engage in such an eccentric behavior? Tsk.”

Dian said this and immediately walked out the door, while Calmia looked at his retreating figure and muttered quietly:

“It doesn’t seem like you should be the one saying that, coming here yourself to personally receive enrollment applications to see freshmen… idiot.”

Calmia’s “idiot” carried many meanings.

After submitting my enrollment application, I wandered around the academy for quite some time before sitting on a bench and grumbling.

“This is strange. Why isn’t it appearing?”

Unfortunately, there was no result.

I checked everything, even quests with trivial rewards, but no notifications came to me.

‘I’ll have to assume there are no quests.’

I had considered this possibility. But actually accepting it felt disappointing.

‘It appeared 7 years ago. I even achieved 10%.’

The reason I couldn’t let go of this was clear.

Because I had received quest rewards before.
And because there was still one quest progress visibly remaining.

[Receive swordsmanship and magic instruction from Daphne. (Progress: 10.00002%)]

I clearly remember the notification that informed me I could proceed with other quests when this quest’s progress exceeded 10%.

‘Is it a bug?’

It was a plausible inference. [Harem Academy] was a game with many minor bugs.

“Shit.”

When my thoughts reached this point, a crude curse naturally slipped out.

I didn’t feel good. Even though I’ve been possessed into a game, this is clearly the reality where I exist.

But what? A bug?

If this situation was really due to a bug, that would make me feel bad, and if it wasn’t a bug, it seemed like the world was being strict only with me, which also made me feel bad.

“Ah!”

In the midst of this, something came to mind, and I began to walk.

To check one last time whether quests truly don’t appear.

“One who punishes evil…”

If we’re being precise, until being subjugated by the Chaos Church, this friend behaves quietly without causing any harm throughout the game’s progression, but…

It didn’t matter.

Because what I desperately needed right now wasn’t a quest but someone to vent my frustration on.

Maybe it’s because I can swing violence… no, a sword after a long time.

My mood began to improve again.