Why Did I Have to Enroll

r eyes twinkled.

“It seems the Principal has high expectations for you.
That’s an outside entry permit.”

“He told me to quickly develop the skills I lack by exploring the dungeons outside.”

“It’s a good method.
But be very careful.
Outside of the academy, our eyes won’t reach you.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“Oh, right.”

Yoo Mina said, clapping her hands as if she had suddenly remembered something.

“If you have some spare time after exploring the dungeon, stopping by an outside city wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

“Oh?”

“I think the food and drinks inside the academy are boring, whether at the restaurants or the canteen.
They don’t even sell liquor, and I’m telling you, they don’t.”

Ban Yu-won could guess what Yoo Mina wanted.

“Do you want me to bring some to you? It will be limited to if there is a shopping mall that I can walk to by the dungeon, but….”

“Thank you! Can I entrust it to you, then?”

He was just offering out of courtesy, but Yoo Mina immediately accepted and started spouting specifics.

“The priests of the God of Spring’s Temple still brew their own fruit wine during the fasting period.
The Honeymoon of the Spring’s Temple in Ronica is famous for its fantastic fruity aroma, rich foam, and sticky but refreshing aftertaste.
Can I ask for two bottles if you find yourself in Ronica?”

Yoo Mina pulled something out, walked over to Ban Yu-won, and hung it on his shirt.
Ban Yu-won, stunned by the scent of flowers intensifying, then suddenly, pulling away, belatedly noticed the jeweled brooch carved into the shape of a colorful flower.

“If you wear this, they will give you the bottles without asking.
While buying them, feel free to grab some snacks, and I think that’ll be all.”

Yoo Mina winked at Ban Yoo-won.
It wasn’t hard for him to realize that Yoo Mina, and the Principal, were showing him excessive kindness.

“Thank you.
Then I’ll be off.”

“I hope it’s not too late.”

Yoo Mina smiled.
It looked like she was expecting him to leave right away.
Of course, that’s what he intended too.

If there was one problem, it was the spell.

“Drown….”

“Drown?”

“D-D….”

“D-D?”

Unable to overcome the shame, Ban Yu-won mumbled the spell in his mind and cursed the President.
But the moment he gathered the courage and forced himself to say it aloud, he realized that his surroundings had already changed.

He was in a dungeon.

‘Oh, so I could just say it in my head?!’

While he didn’t know what to do, with mixed feelings of relief for not shaming himself in front of the professor and anger at the President who deceived him, something poked his shoulder.
The Goblin Club twirled in the air – it had been rather quiet lately, scared of the people with their strong presence.

“Thank you.
I should be careful.”

He couldn’t relax here in the dungeon.
He opened his inventory and took out a long sword with a shiny blue blade.

Beheader’s Longsword [Magic Sword 12, Murder 19, Blood Poison 9]

This was made by gathering the energy of things with the concept of Sword among the relics in the trunk (all the remaining concepts were buried in the Code Core).
Simply put, the weapon was a hard and sharp sword that contained Magic Power, which was more lethal when dealing with a human-type enemy, and it bled poison whenever it cut an enemy.

To Ban Yu-won, it was more powerful than the Goblin Club he made during the practical evaluation, but in fact, artifacts with this level of ability weren’t uncommon to see.

‘Can’t forget my defenses either.’

Few of the artifacts brought by his grandfather held the Armor concept.
However, several with the concept of Amulet worked to prevent their owner’s harm, and Ban Yu-won pulled out all of them and gave them to his school uniform.
As a result, the defensive power of his uniform matched a suit of armor.

“Alright, let’s go!”

Ban Yu-won walked with confidence as it was his second dungeon expedition.
The Goblin Club escorted him, waving through the air threateningly.

He’d hardly started walking when a volley of arrows sailed from the darkness ahead!

“This is a little different from what I imagined?!”

Ban Yu-won dropped down, and the Goblin Club spun in the air to deflect the arrows.

“It’s a human!”

“A weak human…how long has it been?!”

The monsters that appeared were the Goblins he fought in the practical evaluation.
But they weren’t blind, and above that, they all wielded bows and arrows! A dungeon where cowardly monsters come attacking with bows right from the start? It was a bit discouraging to Ban Yu-won, who tried to test the power of swordsmanship he had practiced with his sister.

“Shoot!”

“The weak human has no shield! Tonight’s dinner is human skewers!”

The Goblin bastards were chattering and nocking arrows.
However, if they thought Ban Yu-won brought only a sword to the dungeon, they were dead wrong.

“Club.”

He knew his greatest weapon was the miraculously-born weapon, the Goblin Club.
The two days he spent on Earth hadn’t only been spent on self-improvement and saying goodbye; he’d also researched improving his artifact.

“Transform.”

Ban Yu-won declared.

The Goblin Club compressed into a sphere, and in the next moment, it transformed into a firearm familiar to all Korean military servicemen.
To be precise, it was a Magic Gun version of that and, simultaneously, a Spirit Gun.

“Start shooting!”

―Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

When Ban Yu-won’s command was issued, the Goblin Club – no longer a club – aimed at the Goblins and fired.

This shining moment for the concept of Transformation made collecting and dismantling all those toys he collected worth it!

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