NABC Chapter 490 - 490: DSMW [490]
Chapter 490 - 490: DSMW [490]
"Have you heard? Over in the first-year division, it seems something really unbelievable was summoned today!"As expected, with the speed at which rumors spread through Fusion Academy, it didn't even take a full day.
Not long after the morning summoning class had ended, upperclassmen were already discussing the summon that had just occurred.
Of course, voices of doubt existed as well.
"Huh? It was just the regular weekly summoning class. How unbelievable could it possibly be?"
"A Level 7 monster with 2600 Attack, a black dragon! And I heard it was a Double Summon!"
"Eh? That's something you can achieve in a weekly summoning class? That's even stronger than the Red-Eyes Black Dragon Kevin Seth summoned during the first-year midterm exam back then! Is that for real?"
"It's real. The chat logs are already spreading like crazy throughout the academy."
"Chat logs again… so who summoned it? Liam Carl, that genius rising star expected to surpass Kevin?"
"No. Apparently, it was a freshman who enrolled late a few days ago. I think the name was… Ghost?"
"Ghost?"
"Miles!?"
Inside the third-year cafeteria, Irena, who had been secretly eavesdropping on Nia and Rovik's conversation, suddenly shot to her feet, gripping the fork in her hand.
"Nia, was that Miles you just mentioned? You definitely said Miles, right!"
Overcome with excitement, Irena directly pointed the fork at Nia, advancing on her with an increasingly terrifying posture.
The sight alone made the surrounding third-year students who were also eating instinctively swallow hard.
Of course, none of them understood why Irena was acting this way.
They couldn't help but speculate… had flat-chested Irena finally snapped, unable to endure the balloon-like G-cups any longer, and was now planning to pop them out of sheer envy toward the rich?
"C-calm down, Irena."
Nia instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and kept retreating backward.
"Nia, are you sure the freshman who completed the summon was named Miles?"
"I'm not sure! I only heard it secondhand! And don't you always say that chat logs can't be used as evidence?"
Chat logs might not count as evidence, but when a name that shouldn't appear shows up in them, that was another matter entirely.
"I'm not going to be the last one to find out, am I?" Irena said uneasily.
Meanwhile, in the first-year student cafeteria.
"I'm full. I'll head out first, Nova."
"Huh? That fast? Wait for me, Miles!"
Still stuffing tomato pasta into her mouth, little Nova saw Miles finish his meal and set down his cutlery at lightning speed. Without caring about appearances, she hurriedly sped up her own eating, smearing a ring of red tomato sauce around her mouth.
Even so, she still couldn't catch up to Miles.
The reason Miles was in such a hurry to leave was because there was something he couldn't wait to do.
In Thursday's summoning class, Miles naturally relied on Double Summon and the overwhelming presence of [D/D/D Dragon King Pendragon] to earn a perfect score of 10 from Professor Field.
This also meant that, for the first time, Miles had obtained credits of his own, along with an equal amount of Magic Synthesis Points.
That's right. This was the first time since acquiring his new body that Miles had obtained Magic Points that could be used to synthesize Spell and Trap Cards.
Before this, having grown accustomed to a state of abundant Magic Points, Miles was forced to re-realize a harsh truth.
Those plentiful Magic Points all belonged to Aisha Carlos. He himself was still absolutely penniless.
And now that he had finally obtained 10 Magic Synthesis Points, the place Miles was most eager to go was naturally the Library, where the Magic Directory was stored.
"Mr. Miles!"
Miles had thought he'd eaten lunch fast enough, but Aisha was already waiting for him at the library entrance.
"(o?▽?)o I didn't expect we'd get to meet at noon. It feels like I scored a bonus."
Originally, in order to maintain a peaceful academy life, Miles had strictly forbidden Aisha from running over to the first-year classrooms during the lunch break.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, Aisha Carlos was a prominent figure at Fusion Academy.
Having a little princess clinging to him all day was already chaotic enough.
But today, Miles had specifically asked Aisha to come out for a different purpose.
Upon entering the Fusion Library, there was almost no one inside during lunchtime. The already quiet environment was now so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Opening the Magic Directory, seeing that only 10 Magic Synthesis Points were available, made Miles feel as though he'd returned to the very first time he transmigrated into Aisha's body.
It had also been 10 Magic Synthesis Points back then, which were used to synthesize the first Spell Card of Aisha Carlos's life—[Exchange]. From that moment on, the Carlos-style dueling approach was established.
But now, 10 Magic Synthesis Points could only synthesize a single D-rank card, which, for Miles, wasn't even worthy of being called a chicken rib. It was totally useless.
After all, for generic Spell and Trap Cards, Miles could rely on his relationship with little Nova and directly 'borrow' them from the Royal Card Vault.
That meant that the only Spell Cards of real value to Miles were exclusive support Spells and Traps that branched out from within a deck's archetype.
Drytron was manageable, since the deck already came with plenty of dedicated Spell and Trap support. But as for D/D, Miles didn't have a single dedicated Spell or Trap Card.
Looking at the D/D branch series of Spell and Trap options derived from the Magic Directory, even the lowest Spell rank among them was B-rank, requiring a minimum of 100 Magic Synthesis Points.
What an expensive D/D/D deck. It was practically as costly as the Poker Knights series left behind by the Pharaoh.
Are all you deck archetypes from another world this outrageously priced?
"What should we do, Mr. Miles? We don't have enough Magic Points."
Aisha, who was pressed tightly against Miles's side, wore a deeply troubled expression between her brows.
Miles replied, "That's exactly why I specially called you over at noon today. I really need you right now, Aisha!"
"/(//o/ω/o//)/ R-really… need me! Ah, um…"
Although a blush crept up her snow-white cheeks, Aisha still hadn't grasped the situation.
"Mr. Miles, what do you need me to do? Magic Points can't be lent out, you know."
"Magic Points can't be lent, but badges can."
"Badges?"
"The Republic Knight's Badge~"
Miles pointed at the asymmetrical badge pinned to Aisha's shoulder, composed of a black-feathered bird motif and mechanical technology.
As a legendary magitech artifact of the Axet Republic, it possessed the ability to automatically accumulate Magic Points for its wearer over time.
Ever since obtaining this badge, aside from bathing, Aisha wore it at all times—even pinning it to her sleepwear while sleeping—gaining +1 nonstop even in her dreams.
And according to Miles's admittedly imprecise statistics, the badge's natural Magic Point growth rate was roughly 90 to 100 points per day.
For Miles, who currently only had 10 Magic Points on hand and urgently needed to synthesize exclusive Spell Cards, this was nothing short of a dream-tier amplification item.
"Lending the badge to Mr. Miles is no problem at all. If anything, this badge should have belonged to you in the first place."
In matters like this, Aisha was remarkably clear-headed.
The Axet Republic Knight's Badge was a reward bestowed upon heroes who had saved the nation.
And the hero who saved the Axet Republic was, without question, Miles; the one who performed an overlimit, high-speed dash through utter desperation.
"You could say it's returning to its rightful owner."
After removing the badge, Aisha even thoughtfully helped fasten it onto Miles's chest with her own hands.
"It suits you perfectly. You look really handsome, Mr. Miles!"
+1
The effect manifested immediately upon successful equipping. The familiar +1 began rhythmically ticking before Miles's eyes once more.
The frequency was nearly identical to when Aisha wore it. Barring any surprises, after 24 hours—by this time tomorrow at noon—Miles would have accumulated enough 100 synthesis points for his first B-rank Spell Card.
"Tomorrow at noon… that's a bit too late."
Miles looked at a B-rank Continuous Spell Card displayed in the Magic Directory—[Contract with the Gate].
As the most iconic contract-type card in the D/D series, [Contract with the Gate] allowed its user, once per turn, to freely search any one "D/D" monster from the Deck.
The value of unrestricted searching didn't need explanation.
Especially in the early stages, when the density of D/D monsters was still insufficient, Miles even wanted to shoulder the doubled Spell fatigue from repeated synthesis and max this card out to three copies.
Originally, Miles's plan had been to finish synthesizing at least one Contract card before tomorrow.
As for why it absolutely had to be before tomorrow—
According to Fusion Academy's schedule, tomorrow—Friday—was the first-year practical test.
Having finally summoned an otherworldly demon king that truly belonged to him, Miles wanted his monsters to show their faces as much as possible.
After all, if he only used Drytron to duel… those first-year students on the other side would be far too pitiful.
"Excuse me, student. It looks like you're troubled by a lack of Magic Points, hm~"
A timely voice of inquiry sounded from behind Miles and Aisha.
"May I wholeheartedly recommend the loan service that comes bundled with the Fusion Academy Library? Fast payouts, low interest. You only need to pay an extra 10% interest per day."
Setting aside the fact that someone was actually recommending such a black-market loan at ten percent daily interest—
The true owner of that voice…
"Irena!"
"Senpai Irena!"
Appearing behind Miles and Aisha was the Gray Witch, Irena, smiling with narrowed eyes.
"Yo, long time no see, Miles. You went through body synthesis and enrollment, and you deliberately kept it from me. Were you afraid I'd eat you or something?"
She wore a gentle smile, but this… was anger.
How could Irena not be angry?
Back then, she had been the very first person to see Miles's soul in its true form. Yet when Miles finally obtained a body, she was the last to hear about it.
No. She'd even learned the news from someone else's mouth.
"Not bad, Miles. Making yourself look this young… planning to flirt with first-year underclassmen? I guess this third-year old senpai doesn't catch your eye anymore, huh~"
Miles wasn't sure if it was just his imagination…. But, he really felt that lately, the number of people around him who spoke in such passive-aggressive tones had been steadily increasing.
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