I Got a Fake Job at the Academy - Chapter 338: Traces of the Holy Kingdom (3)

Magic is the programming language of the world. But in a fantasy world, nobody has ever heard about programming. That is, nobody except Aurea. Formerly known as Aurora, she was reborn with all the knowledge she brought from Earth.She spent the 40 years of her previous life studying society, science, programming, hermetism, mythology, and alchemy. She died financially broke and emotionally broken, but all her accumulated knowledge and her nerdiness are about to pay off.She starts her life as the daughter of a slave, set against impossible odds from the beginning. But if incantations work as a programming language, then she knows exactly what to do to turn the tables. Words and syntax were the bread and butter of her former life, and material components look more like APIs and plugins.She didn’t meet a Goddess, wasn’t summoned like a hero, didn’t have a System giving her an ability. Instead, she was just dropped there to fend for herself. But with her knowledge, she doesn’t need a cheat skill. She is the cheat herself.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a game where heroes and villains prevailed. I was told I would be granted one wish if I clear the game. The protagonist, who received a growth cheat that allows you to steal his stats by killing an opponent. He kills villains to grow up, but for some reason people mistake him for a “dark hero.” [Story-oriented]

It was a life without regret. My parents were in good health, and I wasn’t homey enough for me to combine my studies and part-time jobs.

I like fantasy, martial arts, games, fiction movies, cartoons… I’m a normal high school student who likes these things.

That was certainly true until ten years ago.

This is not the earth.

A fantasy world dominated by powerful people. Savage utopia. It is a world where you can take anything with you if you have physical strength.

In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?