I Reincarnated as a Villain of an RPG, But I Want to Survive

And after two more days……….

Finally, the final exam began.

Precisely "Final Review of Training Period".

Prior to military service, he was formerly trained to train young people with amateurs to the extent that they could be used.

A test to ask if it has reached a firm and established level.

If I can pass this exam, I'm a clear and regular Behemot Imperial Army soldier.

But don't get me wrong. Being a soldier in the first place is not a reward for your hard work, but a duty.

Anyone who is an Imperial Boy has a decision to become a soldier, hence military service.

If you fail the exam and are branded 'Unqualified to be a soldier', you will no longer be a legitimate imperial citizen because you failed to fulfill your normal duty as an imperial citizen.

I can't get all kinds of welfare from the state, I can't get a decent job, I can't buy a house, I can't get married.

So every man born into an empire tries desperately to be a soldier.

It's not purely because I want to be a soldier.

Because I don't want to lose my life.

And we, too, have become a trial time for any Imperial Boy to survive.

Again.

This is the start of the final exam!

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Night.

The final exam began at night.

Normally, it's bedtime, and they wake me up knocking me exactly where I was about to go to bed and say, 'What? It feels like'.

They interrupt my sleep, I'm a little irritated.

"Olah! Don't let the garbage worms look sleepy. Arrange them! Why don't you go out on the battlefield like that? The enemy won't shy away because it's night!!"

Even the enemy will want to sleep at night.

No, I don't.

It was instructor Atecolo who was yelling and scattering. It's been a long time since I got back to work.

"If it's just the final exam, why can't there be no instructors?"

It is also quite a problem that it has not come out before......

But that doesn't feel right.

It's just an exam where the lives of around a hundred people in the Alchemy were suspended, including me.

I would have liked anyone who seemed to get in the way...

"Finally, Zilla..."

Under the heavens at night, it is Gashi, the big man, who walks by.

His giant has a presence even in the unreliable dark night of sight.

"Complete this exam and you're finally clear and an Imperial soldier. I'm sure I'll pass. Let's work together."

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

Gashi's determination to be an imperial soldier is firm.

But you don't have to feel that way. Gashi himself possesses a rare body and power, so he possesses sufficient qualities for an Imperial soldier.

If he can't pass, most of the trainees here won't pass either.

The Empire itself is always looking for new soldiers to replenish, so we don't have that much livestock difficulty.

Being a regular soldier when it comes to Gasi is like being promised.

"But why is the exam starting in the middle of the night? I don't care if it's morning or not.

"It looks like we're about to be explained."

Instructor Atecolo enters into a tale of mastery.

"Look! Explain the contents of the exam! I'll only say it once, so listen carefully!

I'm sorry to think that if you pass the exam, you'll never see his face again, but that last one seems pretty tough.

"The exam is marching! You garbage worms have been scattered! You're relieved, aren't you? That's what you garbage worms do every day when you come here! If you have been seriously training!!"

It's been a long time.

"Except! It's just an exam, not just a march!... Night march!

Ho.

So it started at night? Convinced.

"Look! Things are totally different between day and night! You might even get lost on the exact same path and not be able to move on! You won't know how horrible a night march is unless you experience it!

In the final exam, he said to hit the march that night and challenge him in production.

"As a place for the exam, use the mountains outside the Alchemist! Start at the foot! If we get to the top, we pass!... Hooff, the mountains of the night are different? You take care not to be shipwrecked at best, don't you?

It was an atecolo that leaked a mean grin.

Is he willing to be a regular soldier with his own godson?

"You're still a wimpy instructor, aren't you? Jilla, what happened to your sister? If she came, she'd be quiet on the way to that idiot."

"This is the time. You'll be at home by now."

It's night.

I want my sister Selene to grow up and grow up, so I want her to sleep a lot and grow a lot.

So now there is no one to crush the top heavens of Atecolo.

Under slight anxiety, the study is initiated.

"Husband! Zilla's husband!

There. Now an informant, Seki, rushed in.

"What is it, Seki? I thought you didn't look like me, so I thought you gave up being a soldier and went back to the slam?

"There's no way! Zilla's husband asked me to look into it!

Light mouthed reward with brotherly Gashi and Seki.

"… so, sir. I've been looking into Ray."

"About the example?

No, Gasi. It doesn't.

"Thank you. That's right, Seki's a good informant."

I was interested in finding out about that junior aristocrat Ray.

It was Seki who was good at gathering information. It is very helpful to have someone I know who is good at that sort of thing.

"As my husband stared, that Ray was such a cool user."

"Ugh."

"He's getting a scout for an elite candidate. An elite candidate is a system that wants to prune talented people, regardless of their status. If we can do this, we'll be running up the stairs to the Imperial Executives, soaking up the training that the Oilers are now undergoing!

I know that.

Most importantly, our sister is the elite candidate.

"Oh, he didn't come scouting to me......!

"It's okay, Aniki! You haven't even reached the slam. I'm sure!

Encouraging depressing gashi.

But was that long-time man named Ray, the one who could do that?

I don't know if I'm just standing around.

If it is a battle, it will be useful among the trainees here in Dantotsu.

Perhaps Ray and Gashi will be the two strongest men here.

"…… hmm? Then why is Ray in the smelter? If you can be an elite candidate, you don't have to be here, do you?

"That's right... he just said no."

Being an elite candidate!?

How can that be, a waste!

Huh? You say that?

"You think 'why'? Of course, it's because of you."

Gilly.

"Will Gilly go as far as the Imperial Nobleman? Mr. Ray's house, a junior aristocrat, hits the branch of his house. It's only the same year, and my husband asked me to be your babysitter."

By the way.

"Gilly's is a pretty bonkers. The children of the senior aristocrats were educated in brilliance, and because of that, they were mostly able to join the elite or executive candidates, but he couldn't."

No matter how much I teach you, you won't get it.

It's as if the voidness of a tutor or something that took him on comes through.

"So I had to come to the smelter where ordinary people like this would be packed, but my parents asked me because he was anxious to be alone, and Joon-young's high-ranking Ray was my companion..."

"So you kicked an elite candidate?

"When you become an elite candidate, you will not be admitted to the Alchemy."

As a flying class, so to speak.

Elite courses are exempt from annoying itineraries for ordinary people.

"It is unusual for junior aristocrats to be able to become elite candidates. If you work hard and congratulate yourself on joining SS, the lower nobles will rise to the upper echelons at once."

Are you saying that Ray was made fuy of such an opportunity for birth and prosperity by the impossibility from the home muscle?

My life was shaken by a stick.

Yet he doesn't have one disgusting face, and his natural personality serves Master Bonkla in a worthy way just because he is above it.

"You mean nobility is noble and hard......!

Gashi, a native of the slums and furthest from the glitches of the aristocratic society, sighed.

There is the seriousness of each of those who possess it and those who do not possess it, and the final test begins with a single package of them.

"Even so, Seki, you've collected so much information in such a short time. Thanks."

"No! Still, the final exam was critical!

I even made it to the critical point.

I don't think he's an insulting talent.