I Became An Academy Spearman

Chapter 1. [Spearman Lv. 1] (1)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Fafa

He opened his mouth in a hurry.

“Well…sorry, but….can it be tested again?”

“Haah…”

Hearing his words, the employee let out a long sigh, as if she had seen other people doing the same thing hundreds of times.

“I’m sorry. The results rarely change with a retest. If you would like a retest, you’ll have to pay an additional fee. Would you like to?”

As she spoke, she looked him up and down- as if she were scanning him- but he didn’t notice: he was hesitating.

—Additional fee.

He knew what it meant. He also knew it was true what the employee said; how the results would not change.

However, he could never accept the result of the test.

[Spearman Lv.1]

Among so many attributes and possibilities, from a certain point of view, the Spearman could be considered a not-so-bad result…!

No, it was really pitiful.

He almost felt that the Spearman was the worst result.

“I’ll pay the additional fee.”

He dared to pay the additional fee.

“Then go up the shrine again.”

He walked toward the shrine, the employee shooting him a look of pity.

He had no choice but to request a retest even with the feeling like he was grasping at straws.

My life depended on this attribute.

He had to continue with the retest if he had any hope of even possibly receiving another attribute.

As he stood at the circular shrine, a wave of white light began to envelop him again after the employee waved her hand.

Staring at the glow of the light, he wished anxiously.

Please, something magical! Please!

In this world, magical attributes were the most revered. On the other hand, short-range attributes really didn’t yield the same importance.

Ring!

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Name: Han Seong

Sex: Male (20)

Title: None

Height / Weight: 178cm / 67kg

Current continental influence: 5

*Abilities:

[Physical Strength 3]

[Agility 8]

[Stamina 9]

[Magic 2]

[Luck 5]

*Possessed Attributes [1]:

[Spearman Lv.1]

*Skills [0]:

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He felt as if he was going to collapse when he checked this status window; it didn’t change when compared to the status window he saw the first time he took the test.

“Hmm… I know you’re feeling puzzled right now. I understand, but… other people are also waiting for their attribute test,” the employee said.

His vision blurred as he stood with the help of the employee who grabbed him by the shoulders. His face was expressionless.

“How…?”

Suddenly he couldn’t see anything in front of him, it was as if someone had blindfolded him.

He had just taken the attribute test- a test that can only be taken when someone becomes an adult. It was no exaggeration to say that this test could essentially determine the rest of a person’s life, as it gave them a distinctive attribute.

But in this case, his life was doomed. Completely ruined, too. All because of the lousy attribute he received.

Clomp, Clomp

He walked steadily toward the exit as he rubbed his eyelids.

The moisture in his eyes filled within his heart.

“Oh, my God,” said a voice

“What does he plan to do?” another inquired

“Spearman… Has anyone ever succeeded at being a Spearman?”

It seemed that his unsightly face was visible to everyone in line who was waiting to take the test. The words he heard from the crowd pierced his heart even more.

Haah…

With an undisguised sigh, he left the of the attribute test building.

Even his wallet -which usually weighed quite a lot- was empty, an additional factor that made him and his heart feel even more desolate and bleak. Posted only on NovelUtopia

“First things first,”

All his motivation disappeared. He stood frozen on the street muttering expletives and swears.

“How will I ever make enough money to live being a Spearman?”

it annoyed and bothered him that his attribute did not assist his life in any way.

He remembered the novel he had read, where many characters were basically shit in the introduction. Coincidentally, something similar happened to him. He, too, was basically shit.

He didn’t know if he had committed a great crime to deserve this type of attribitue, or what wrong he had done.

“…”

In the corner of his peripheral vision, he could see the Academy building rising into the sky.

When he first arrived to this world, as he surveyed the Academy’s outside- a structure that resembled an imperial astle with a majestic ambience- he felt a sense of accomplishment.

He was in the world of the <Great Royal Academy>.

He was a glamorous hero with multiple hair colors. And, like in an academia genre novel, he remembered the typical development of the main character.

Now, he wondered how he could put his knowledge of instances from novels he read to good use in a situation like this, where he found himself rendered with a horrible attribute.

He couldn’t think of anything as he made his way back from the attribute testing center.

Because he wasn’t the main character anymore, he wasn’t even a minor character, either.

He was simply, ‘him’.

Previously, in other novels, he had been considered a decent character- either the main or a minor- but even now, that wasn’t the case.

He was just stuck in this world of the Great Royal Academy as if he were an impurity.

When he first arrived, he had to adapt to this new world. Since he could not immediately visualize the status window, as he had not taken an attribute test yet, he went to an inn and did odd jobs until he saved up the money needed for the attribute test.

He originally yielded a vague hope that, as a main character or a prominent supporting character, he would be able to live well in this world.

His plan was that if he performed well on the attribute test, he would be able to do anything as a main character in this world.

But, that wasn’t the case any longer.

“A bastard said, if you have high expectations, you will be betrayed…”

He muttered the phrase quite loudly to no one in particular with a chuckle forming on his lips.

He pondered the quote. How could you not expect your life to change if you performed well on the attribute test?

“Mom, that man. He’s crazy.” an onlooker exclaimed; he was talking to himself and it was quite an uncomfortable sight.

“My God. It’s best to avoid people like that, do you understand?”

“Yes!”

His demanor turned even more fierce as he listened to the remarks of the people passing by.

He didn’t understand how or why they were saying things like that about him; there are some things that can be said, but other things that should be kept to yourself in order to spare other’s feelings.

Although he now felt more dejected, he decided to move on.