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Chapter 418 - [32nd Round] 8th Grade

I immediately discovered my brother’s current location as soon as I returned to Fantasy.

However, finding what he was doing quite interesting, I decided to observe him for a while instead.

I was busy too, anyway.

“Cafe in Fantasy…”

Would such a concept work in this barbaric world, where there were only taverns for savage mercenaries to come and go?

But I couldn’t break my mother’s persistence.

“It was my dream to chat with the local ladies while drinking coffee my husband brewed.”

“Is that so…”

I did as she wished.

Decorating a detached house in the quiet forest near the Demon Lord’s Tower, Ssosia gained enlightenment.

“I think I know now whose influence is behind my handsome husband’s strange dream.”

“Stop chatting around and focus on looking for a venue.”

“I don’t know much about cafes, but wouldn’t putting it in the middle of a densely populated downtown area be ideal?”

“I’ll leave this task to your judgment.”

“What about you?”

“Everyone’s essentially having a vacation right now. We have to gradually bring the students back to Fantasy and resume classes again.”

“Ah! Finally…”

Ssosia’s pout turned into a smile, her eyes filling up with anticipation.

Just as I dreamed of becoming the owner of a cafe managed by my wife, Ssosia dreamed of developing the institution.

Hence, her excitement when I told her we were about to resume classes wasn’t all that surprising.

“You should move my parents’ house and combine it with my business plan to make things easier for you. The second floor will serve as their residence, and the first floor will be the cafe. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

After entrusting this work to Ssosia, I called for a meeting with the school management.

There were only two other participants aside from me.

Director Bakery.

Deputy Director Hippolia.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the future of the Fantasy Institution and its planet would be decided here.

“Realistically speaking, it’s far too inefficient to gather everyone in one dimension. The minor and major problems that occurred in Festival evidence that.”

Bakery handed over a report.

“Hmm. There were indeed a lot of accidents.”

I groaned, skimming through its contents.

This was the result of gathering socially maladjusted people in one place…

I was at a loss for words.

“But this method has also proven to have a positive effect. In the past curriculums’ secondary education, ten Heroes in total were assembled, resulting in multiple advantages that came with the increase in their team’s numbers.”

“But doesn’t that present more disadvantages?”

“On the contrary, I think the answer to that depends on the number of students rallied together.”

Hippolia quietly continued the Bakery’s presentation.

“That’s why we think the dimension should be divided according to the Heroes’ level.”

“No.”

I cut her opinion without much consideration.

I already recollected and merged the memories and souls of Fantasy’s natives.

Yet they suggested splitting them up again?

I would never let it happen.

“Please listen to my explanation a little more and reconsider, master. Only the dimension will be broken into fragments. The natives themselves will simply be migrating.”

“Hmm…”

In that case, I had no reason to object.

The only question left now was how many dimensions it should be separated into.

As its number increased, so did its burden on me.

“Given the current number of students and staff, we’ve concluded that eight dimensions, hereby referred to as grades, would be most appropriate.”

“I see.” I smiled unknowingly.

That many wouldn’t be a big deal to me at all.

Not eighty thousand or eight thousand, only eight?

Their tax on me would be much less since I didn’t even have to copy the locals.

The amount needed for its maintenance was so insignificant I wouldn’t even feel like my Providence weakened at all.

“Please don’t underestimate this task, President.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our highest course right now, the tertiary education course, is only at the same level as the third grade.”

“Wait, that’s—”

Director Bakery continued in a firm tone.

“We devised this new education system based on your past growth process. However, to implement it, their final opponent must be as strong as former Director Parmael.”

“That’s going to take a lot of energy.”

“That’s right.”

They chose quality over quantity.

In the past, the tertiary education course consumed much more power than those below it.

However, it was apparently only equal to the new education system’s 3rd grade.

Based on that alone, as Bakery and Hippolia said, if the 8th grade were implemented, its admission requirements would be quite high.

That posed a problem.

“Are our teachers even capable enough to teach the 8th grade?”

Bakery and Hyppolia looked at each other, then responded as if they had been waiting for that exact question.

“We’ll have to go through it ourselves first to find out.”

“That’s right.”

They prepared quite a lot for this.

“You say that so easily.”

If all the teachers went back to school, Fantasy Institution would be paralyzed.

“It’s okay. Most of the students are still in first and second grades, and nobody has reached the higher levels yet. The ones in the lead are currently in 4th grade, but there are only a few of them. Even a small number of teachers can handle them by themselves.”

“It seems you two thought this through quite thoroughly. How can I help?”

“We need time.”

“I see…”

Splitting the Fantasy dimension apart wouldn’t be the end of it.

It would take a considerable amount of time for the locals to migrate and settle.

That wasn’t all.

It would also take quite a bit for the teachers to graduate from the eighth grade.

“I won’t be enrolling in 8th grade.”

Baker smiled bitterly.

“Is it too much for you?”

“No, but if not for my apostle position, I’d only be in 6th grade.”

“Isn’t this new education system’s difficulty set too high, Director?”

“No. Didn’t the President reach a level so far it can’t be categorized as a grade in only two centuries? Compared to that, this is nothing.”

“Hmm…”

Just because one was a good athlete while they were still active didn’t mean they would be a good coach or mentor.

That applied to me as well.

I had no intention of arguing with the two of them, considering they had been in this business for far longer.

As the final decision maker, I only asked questions and either confirmed or rejected their idea based on the information presented.

Of course, I had no intention of becoming a ‘yes man.’

“Supply all grades with mollanphones for communication. And open a channel for them to talk to their families through. This is non-negotiable. It’s doable anyway, is it not?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll entrust and leave the details to you. Provide me a brief report later in the evening, Hippolia.”

“Yes, master.”

Should I end the meeting now?

Hmm…

No.

“My little brother entered Fantasy voluntarily.”

“What?”

“The young master?”

Their eyes widened, surprised by the unexpected situation.

Smiling, I gave them an order.

“Put him in 8th grade and rough him up a little.”

“If he dies…”

“It’s okay.”

His righteous older brother would resurrect him again and again!

*****

Time acceleration.

It sounded extremely convenient, like a 3-minute microwave oven, but that wasn’t necessarily the case.

Suppose I sped up a student’s time 3600 times, turning an hour into a second, a day into twenty-four seconds, and a year into about 2 hours.

From a teacher’s perspective, it would seem as if they graduated in a day.

But from their perspective, they had been studying on their own for years, relying only on textbooks since they didn’t receive any lectures from teachers!

Students weren’t livestock.

Unless the textbooks provided were far superior to private tutoring, a school could never produce excellent graduates with time alone.

“But I have no choice.”

Fantasy’s faculty and staff members had to be deployed to the frontlines. However, they couldn’t just sit around and learn slowly like the students.

Hence, I accelerated their time.

100 times? 500 times? 1,000 times?

Now that my power’s scale, as the GGG-Class Hero, had reached the universal level through various experiences, I could do far more than that.

“500,000 times.”

A year passed in just a minute.

I could do it a little faster if it were entirely up to me, but I compromised to this extent in preparation for any unforeseen variables or events.

“I’m afraid to go in…”

“500,000 times…”

“I want to go back to my mom…”

“Hahaha. I’m already starting to regret this…”

“We should be okay, right…?”

The extreme time acceleration frightened the teachers.

An hour in there was about 60 years.

It was long enough for a person’s outlook on life to change dozens of times.

We were all very close right now, but that could all change after an hour!

That was what it meant to live in a different time axis.

“If you don’t want to be pushed back by the students, go in already. Otherwise, feel free to submit your resignation letter now.”

The teachers wouldn’t be without support anyway.

I provided them a guide.

“This is Carrot Teacher. He’s also known as the Sword God. Have you heard of him?”

“…”

“… Sword God?”

“Who?”

Most of the faculty members looked puzzled.

Many of them spent their whole lives in Fantasy. Hence, inevitably, most of them only became aware of the gods’ existence when Mollansoft visited us.

“Ha…”

ã??A certain perfect sword god is disappointed.ã??

I patted Uncle Carrot’s shoulder to comfort him after being treated like an unknown person.

“Haha! Don’t worry too much. Most of them have never left Fantasy. They’re oblivious of what lies beyond this world.”

“Sigh…”

“… This person will guide you through each dimension, ignorant faculty and staff members. Do you understand? If you make him feel uncomfortable, I’ll turn you all into tiny stones.”

They responded accordingly.

“Oh! That famous swordsman…!”

“Sword God, Music Teacher. Not swordsman.”

“Wow! It is an honor to meet you, Sword God!”

“You’re the Excellent Sword God?! I’ve adored you since I was a kid!”

“Perfect, not excellent…”

Their acting was so clumsy they got their lines wrong from the very beginning, but the gloomy Sword God became as bright as a child.

… I couldn’t believe he was such a pushover.

His behavior alone left me no choice but to agree with the Restless Demonic God’s opinion.

“Well… Do your best.”

The migration of natives to the eight Fantasy dimensions had already been completed.

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

Politics, culture, society, country, race…

The eight Fantasy worlds took on completely different forms.

Even their terrains changed.

It wasn’t really that surprising, though.

Geography was often altered drastically when natural-disaster-level monsters fought over territory.

The absolute beings for each grade, including their race and religion, were as follows:

1st grade: Human/Mollan’s Teachings/Alex

2nd grade: Mermaid/Mollan’s Teachings/Green Cake

3rd grade: Elf/Great Child Religion/Elf King

4th grade: Dwarf/Goddess Church/Boris

5th grade: Angel/Goddess Church/Umamiel

6th grade: Giant/Great Child Religion/Phoenix

7th Grade: Vampire/Mollan’s Teachings/Shakespeare

8th grade: Dragon/Great Child Religion/Noebius

I didn’t want to promote excessive competition, so I gave them the right to freely move between dimensions upon crossing a certain level.

With that rule, as the years passed, they settled naturally in the current power structure.

The race and religion of each grade’s majority tended to follow the race and religion of their respective absolute beings, but this was not necessarily the case.

Moreover, the level they ruled over wasn’t necessarily based on their abilities.

Otherwise, there was no way Green Cake would only be in 2nd grade.

Anyway, I didn’t just sit still and watch.

“Morality Teacher! Morality Teacher! Where are you?”

I had already become Fantasy Institution’s President, but I still hadn’t met her!

It was quite shocking.

Hence, I planned to meet her and finally continue our beautiful story!

Just imagining it made my heart flutter!

Difficulty: It’s quite mischievous of you to ask me that when you already know where I am, President Kang Han Soo. Now that my godhood has been discovered, I passed my amazing seniors and entered the 8th grade earlier than they could. Enjoying such a privilege just because I’m a deity worries and burdens me, though…”

‘Don’t let it get to you, Morality Teacher!’

This righteous GGG-Class President would personally provide her with an unsophisticated guide!

Embarrassed: You don’t have to do that. Director Bakery is in the 6th grade. It’s not good that I’m the only one receiving special treatment…

“Time to head into the 8th grade and accompany the beautiful Morality Teacher~!”

Special treatment?

I didn’t know what she meant.

I was merely inspecting the classrooms of my students, which was one of my duties as President. Mollan.

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