FFF-Class Trashero

[32nd] 8th Grade

I knew his current location as soon as I returned to Fantasia.

However, I was interested in what I was doing, so I decided to watch for a while.

I've been busy.

“Caféra in the fantasy world...”

Does the concept of café work in this barbaric world where the tough mercenaries are the only speakeasies in town?

However, Mother's stubbornness was unbreakable.

“I dreamed of chatting with the local ahjummas while my husband drank his roasted coffee. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

We'll do whatever you want.

Only the Socians were struck by lightning while decorating their private homes in the quiet forest near the Demon King's Tower.

I had to redecorate.

“I think I know whose influence that unfortunate dream of a handsome husband is. ”

“Don't be silly. Find a place. ”

“I don't know much about cafes, but isn't it great to be in the middle of a crowded street? ”

“You know better. I'm delegating this to you. ”

“What about your husband?”

“It's almost a holiday. We're gonna have to bring the students back to fantasia and start school. ”

“Ah! Finally...”

I just popped out my lips and fell in with Sosia's complaining lips.

Expectant eyes.

Just like I had a dream of being a cafe manager run by my wife, I had a dream about Sosia too.

Build a School.

She was so excited that I said it was a good start.

“So I'm asking you for a house, a café on the first floor and a house on the second floor. Understand?”

“Yes!”

After leaving things to the Socians, I started a meeting on school operations in earnest.

Only two contestants.

Principal Bakery.

Commandant Hippria.

It is no exaggeration to say that the future of the Fantasy Planet and the School of Education is decided here.

“It's practically impossible to put everything into one dimension. Big and small problems on the festival planet prove that. ”

And then Bakery reports to me.

“Hm. A lot of accidents. ”

I swallowed a groan, looking through the report.

This is what happens when you put a bunch of misfits together.

I've lost my words.

“But there was also a positive effect. In the past, secondary curriculum also chose to group 10 warriors, but it also had the advantage of being joined together by the vast majority. ”

“But the problem is that there are more drawbacks? ”

“It's a little different. I think it's a headcount problem. ”

Hipria received a quiet explanation from Bakery.

“I think we should divide the dimensions to match the level of the warrior. ”

“Rejected.”

I cut off her opinion without much concern.

The memories and spirits of the natives of Fantasy have been unified.

But you want to share it again?

I can't do this.

“My Lord, please listen to my explanation and reconsider. Divide the dimensions and migrate the natives. ”

“Oh...”

I had no reason to disagree.

The question remains, how many dimensions should we divide into?

As the number of dimensions increases, so does my burden.

“Step 8. Grades 1 through 8 by student level. In terms of the current number of students and staff, we have determined that the eight dimensions are most appropriate. ”

“I see.”

I accidentally lost it.

It was nothing to me.

Eight thousand. Eight thousand.

How much less burdensome it is to not copy the natives of fantasy.

The total amount of my providence that maintains the dimension will not be blameless.

“Mr. President, you shouldn't take eight for granted. ”

“Why?”

“Existing senior curriculum is only grade 3. ”

“Wait! That story...”

Principal Bakery replied in a firm tone.

“We have devised a new education system based on your past growth. But in order to achieve that education environment, they must not be as strong as the former principal, Parmael. ”

“That's a lot of power. ”

“That's right.”

Quality over sheep.

In the past, higher education centers have consumed much more power than lower education centers.

And that's only third grade?

If we really implement eighth grade, as Bakery and Hippria have said, we won't have much power to enter.

But there's a problem.

“Are teachers qualified to teach until the eighth grade? ”

Bakery and Hippria look at each other and then answer as if kissing.

“I have to learn again. ”

“That's right.”

You're very prepared...

My natural reaction to this question from the beginning is also expected.

“That's easy for you to say. ”

If all the teachers go back to school, the school will be paralyzed.

“That's okay. Most students are first- and second-graders, and none at all. Fourth-graders are the biggest, very few, and that's enough for today's teachers. ”

“Looks like you two have been working at this school for a long time. So what do I actually need to help you with? ”

“Time.”

“Indeed...”

Divide the dimensions and not the end.

It will take some time for the natives to migrate and settle down.

Where is he?

It will take a long time for the teachers to graduate by the 8th grade.

“I'm not in eighth grade. ”

Bakery smiles bitterly.

“What grade are you in? ”

“I'm in eighth grade, but I'm only in sixth grade, not an apostle of God. ”

“Hey, Principal. Don't you think you've raised your education a little too high? ”

“No, you haven't reached a high point in just 200 years where you can't be graded? Compared to that, it's nothing. ”

“Hmm…”

Being an outstanding athlete in my day does not make me an outstanding director or coach.

Me, too.

I didn't want to blabber to the two of them who had been working on this for a long time.

As a final decision, I only ask and confirm questions.

Of course, I don't want to be a Yesman and do nothing.

“Molanphon dissemination by transfer students. And open a window where you can talk to your family. No objections. Can you do that? ”

“Yes.”

“Good. I trust and delegate the details. Just give me a quick report later, and I'll leave it to Hipria. At night.”

“Yes, my lord. ”

That concludes the meeting...

No, you're not.

“My brother just walked into Fantasy. ”

“Yes?”

“Young Master?! ”

In a surprise, Bakery and Hippria open their eyes.

I ordered with a smile.

“Put him in eighth grade and roll him over. ”

“And when you die...”

“It's okay.”

This righteous brother will resurrect you many times!

*

Time acceleration.

It looks very convenient, like a 3-minute microwave, but not necessarily.

Suppose you accelerate a student's time 3600 times.

One second is an hour, 24 seconds is a day. In about two hours, a year has passed.

From the teacher's point of view, a student who studied for 12 years a day is created.

But from a student's point of view?

I've been self-taught for 12 years reading textbooks without having any tutoring from the teacher!

Students are not livestock.

As long as the textbooks are not superior to private tutoring, great graduates are not made out of time.

“I can't help it now. ”

The Fantasy staff needs to be on the front line right away.

I don't have time to learn as leisurely as my students.

So I accelerated.

100x? 500x? 1000x?

The scale of the GGG class warrior, which has recently grown to a variety of experiences, has also grown to a fairly steep space class.

“500,000 times. ”

At a rate of about a year in a minute.

My abilities could have been faster, but I compromised on variables and eventualities in case you didn't know.

“I'm afraid to go in...”

“500,000 times... Mom. ”

“Ha, ha, ha. I already regret...”

“Is this okay?

The teachers were frightened by the words 500,000 times faster.

About 60 years in an hour.

It's a long time to have your lifestyle changed dozens of times.

An hour ago, I was a very close colleague and lover, but suddenly I was unfamiliar!

That means that the time axis of living is different.

“If you don't want to be pushed by the students, go inside. Or you can resign now. ”

And it's not that teachers don't have any support.

I have an idea?

“This is the carrot teacher. Another name is Some Sword. You've all heard of it, right? ”

“...... ”

“... the Sword? ”

“Who?”

The majority of the staff were puzzled.

There are so many people who have spent their lives in Fantasy, most of whom didn't even know there was a god until Molansoft intervened.

“Ha…”

Still Feels Like a Perfect Sword

I encouraged him by tapping the carrot teacher's shoulders, who was treated as nameless.

“Haha! Carrot teacher. Don't worry too much. Fantasy bumpkins, bumpkins, we just don't know it. ”

“Ha…”

“... the unidentified staff members. He will guide you through each dimension. Do you understand what I'm saying? If you don't like it, you're in trouble. ”

The reaction came right away.

“Oh my! That famous sword...! ”

“Music teacher. It's not a sword, it's a sword. ”

“Wow! It's an honor to meet you, Swordsman! ”

“What a great swordsman! I've always been fascinated!”

“Perfection, not excellence...”

It looked so clumsy that it was already wrong, but the expression of a frowning sword cleared up like a child.

... Have you seen this slogan?

I couldn't disagree with the opinions of any swift drink.

“Well... work hard. ”

A total of eight copied Phantashian dimensions complete with the migration of the natives.

And in just a few hours, thousands of years passed.

Politics, culture, society, country, race...

Similarly, the eight planets that started with 'Fantasy’ took on a completely different form.

Even the same terrain.

It's not surprising.

Once upon a time, the terrain changed greatly when genius-classified monsters quarrelled over the realm.

Grade 1: Human/Molan/Alex

Grade 2: Mermaid/Molan Bridge/Mudskipper

Grade 3: Nymph/Clergy/Elvehache

Year 4: Dwarf/Goddess/Boris

Grade 5: Angel/Clergy/Uelle

Grade 6: Giant/Catfish/Phoenix

Grade 7: Vampire/Molan Bridge/Sex Spear

8th Grade: Dragon/Catfish/Neubius

It is the name of the main race, main religion, and absolute person for each grade.

He did not want too much competition, so he gave the power to move the dimension freely.

And the current power grid is a natural settlement of this state over time.

The main race and the main religion of each grade tended to follow the absolute race and religion, but not necessarily.

In addition, grades are not necessarily in the order of absolute competence.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be in second grade, would you?

Anyway, I couldn't just sit back and watch.

“Moralist! Moralist, where are you? ”

I'm the president of the Fantasy Education Department, and I still can't believe I haven't met the moral lady!

Quite shocking

So this is the only time I'm going to meet you and tell you our beautiful story.

I can only imagine!

Difficulty: Director Kang Soo. You already know where I am, and you're being mean. I got into eighth grade early after I found out that I was God over all the great seniors. I'm worried and overwhelmed that it's okay to have this privilege just because of God...

It's okay, moral maiden!

This righteous class of GGG chancellor will personally lead you on a swift journey!

Tsk: You don't have to do that. Principal Packer-Lee is in sixth grade, and I'm not the only one with special treatment.

“Start in eighth grade with a beautiful moral girl with a body and mind! ”

Special treatment?

I don't know what you're talking about!

All I do is scout student education fields as president. Molang.