Search

The Hero Returned After 20 Years - Chapter 15

Font Size
-
16
+
Line Height
-
24
+
Font Options
Poppins
Reader Colors
default

------------------

HELHEIM SCANS

[Translator - Night]

[Proofreader - Gun]

Join our Discord for release updates!

https://discord.com/invite/dbdMDhzWa2

------------------

Chapter 15: A World Where Cao Cao Is a MILF and a Married Man Killer.

--

“Dealing with men and petty people is difficult;

If you treat them kindly, they become disrespectful,

If you keep them at a distance, they resent you.”

— Princess, 551–479 BC

--

“He was a calm man and an excellent commander.

On the tense battlefield, he always stayed with the soldiers,

even changing his clothes alongside them.

Each time, his massive pectoral muscles were revealed,

but no one dared to harbor impure thoughts toward the sacred him.”

— From the records of a soldier who witnessed Saint Jeanne d’Arc

--

“Even when revisited in modern times, Jeanne d’Arc’s records are truly astonishing. Since they are ancient, we cannot verify everything, but if even a portion is accurate, they would still be considered one of the greatest wartime geniuses in history.”

Tap, tap.

Chalk moved swiftly, carving words onto the blackboard.

Saint Jeanne d’Arc.

A man who had lived as an ordinary rural youth

before suddenly awakening after receiving a revelation from the constellations,

believed to be an S-rank (estimated) ability user.

“Jeanne d’Arc’s period of activity in the war lasted roughly two years, but the influence he left behind was immense. Even the cross-referenced records are plentiful.”

Like the time he swung his sword blade and wiped out 200 English soldiers in one sweep.

Or the time he was impaled by a spear and rolled down from the fortress wall,

yet remained unscathed behind a magical barrier.

Or how he led a band of disorganized soldiers, who had been suffering continuous defeats,

to eventual victory in the war.

“It was so infuriating from the enemy’s perspective that even William Shakespeare, the so-called Mother of English Literature, insulted Jeanne in his works. Haha. It’s remarkable when you consider that there were no efficient mana training methods or dungeon method strategies back then.”

The professor teaching the world history lecture shared tales of the presumed S-rank Saint Jeanne d’Arc with visible interest, even as he spoke.

Some students in the lecture hall seemed bored, but unfortunately, this was a mandatory general education course.

Because many high-level dungeons were modeled after real historical events, this knowledge was essential to understanding and conquering them.

Though studying history might give them headaches, recognizing the background and method of high-level dungeons was a profitable investment.

“Tsk, this is all common knowledge.”

“Who doesn’t know about the Saint?”

Those already well-versed in this world’s history appeared disinterested, but for me, it was essentially my first time hearing these stories, making them incredibly fascinating.

‘Ah, so Jeanne d’Arc was actually an S-rank Saint proficient with sword blades.’

Yes, truly astonishing.

I briefly felt as though I had been transported into a Holy Grail War-esque world.

It was disorienting for a moment, but what was even more shocking was that these tales had been cross-verified dozens or even hundreds of times, making them indisputable historical facts here.

“Haha, this part will definitely be on the exam, so be sure to remember it.”

As a student in this world, I simply continued to steadily grow accustomed to it.

* * *

“That kid has a really good attitude.”

“Who?”

“You know, that handsome one.”

The faculty cafeteria.

By chance, a few professors from the Hunter-related courses ended up sitting together and began discussing a particular student.

It had already been a week since the semester began, meaning most lectures had already gone through their first or second sessions.

Though it was still early to make a full assessment, veteran educators with years of experience had a knack for sensing potential.

“Handsome kid? Who? There are plenty of good-looking students these days.”

“Hmm? Ah… right. He must not be in your class, Professor Kim. Haha, you’d know at a glance if you saw him.”

“Come on, you’re being vague, Professor. Just how handsome is this kid?”

“Heh, you’ll let out a gasp as soon as you see him.”

As the story grew increasingly exaggerated, Professor Kim furrowed her brows.

Just then, Shin Arin, who had been quietly listening, flashed a sly smile and held out her tablet.

Displayed on the screen was the class roster.

Amidst the lineup of students who had all somehow managed to take stunning graduation photos, one male student stood out even more with his strikingly handsome face, drawing the eye like a magnet.

“Wow.”

The professor let out a spontaneous exclamation.

It was the kind of face that made you wish you could live at least once with such features, regardless of gender.

With his gaze fixed on the photo, Professor Kim slowly nodded in admiration.

“So, is this good-looking kid actually attentive in class? With a face like that, he could probably coast through life on his looks alone.”

“Hah, Professor Kim, should someone teaching Hunter ethics really be saying that?”

“No, I mean… that face seems ethical enough on its own.”

“True. Even if he were to talk nonsense, people would probably gush over him rather than get offended.”

“He even ranked first in the level test.”

“Huh? What? Really?”

Professor Kim, who didn’t teach first-year students, widened her eyes in surprise.

The world history professor who had started the conversation, clearly enjoying the attention, eagerly added more to the story.

“You know, despite being such a top student, he actually enjoys studying. While the other kids doze off, this Shin Yuseong comes up after class to ask questions.”

“What did he ask about?”

“I briefly mentioned King Arthur while covering Britain, and he seemed genuinely fascinated by the story.”

In reality, Yuseong had simply been shocked to learn that in this world, not only King Arthur but the entire Round Table had been portrayed as women.

However, from the perspective of the elderly professor, Yuseong’s enthusiasm and meticulous note-taking made a lasting impression.

------------------

HELHEIM SCANS

[Translator - Night]

[Proofreader - Gun]

Join our Discord for release updates!

https://discord.com/invite/dbdMDhzWa2

------------------

Other professors also began chiming in with their own observations.

“I wasn’t sure if he was actually paying attention, so I tossed out a question, and it turns out he knows not just about greenskins but also the entire ecosystem of plant-type monsters.”

“He does seem to struggle a bit with legal concepts, but he still listens intently.”

“I mean, monster ecology is one thing, but law is just plain difficult, professors.”

“Either way, his dedication is remarkable.”

“Agreed, agreed.”

“Wow, listening to you all, it feels like I’m hearing a live retelling of some holy saint’s origin story.”

Professor Kim, who taught Hunter ethics, muttered in awe.

Then, as if suddenly recalling something, she turned her gaze.

Come to think of it, the person most directly involved hadn’t said a word despite showing the student’s photo.

With a curious expression, Kim looked at the silently smiling Shin Arin.

“So, what do you think? You’d know best, right? You’re his professor, after all.”

At the question, Shin Arin, the first-year combat studies professor, smirked slightly and began to recount a story she had refined in her mind for a long time.

“When I first saw Yuseong, it reminded me of the time I tackled an S-rank dungeon in LA…”

Thus began the long legend of the model-student heartthrob.

* * *

[The goddess rolls around on the floor with a bored expression.]

[(ㅁ_ㅁ)]

[She complains that nothing as exciting as the first day of class has happened since, leaving her disappointed.]

After spending the past few days buried in study to keep up with the theoretical courses, the goddess had begun to whine.

What?

Studying was normal for a student.

I was simply studying in the library on my own, yet she was still being so fussy.

[The goddess narrows her eyes in displeasure and scolds the hero.]

[She insists that you should stop hiding your presence while studying so you can at least experience surprise snack events, drink giveaways, and fun notes.]

“I told you, I’m studying.”

[The goddess, deeply disappointed, declares that she will now refer to you as the ‘eunuch hero.’]

Was this divine being deliberately provoking me with insults just to avoid hearing harsh words herself?

She was being absurd.

In fact, thanks to this damned goddess, I—once a consistent top scorer in both Korean and world history—was now forced to review from scratch.

‘Maybe it’s time I invaded the Celestial Realm one of these days.’

[…]

At last, the goddess fell silent.

Letting out a sigh, I stretched slightly, taking a brief break to restore my focus.

‘The midterms are still far off, but…’

While reviewing world history, I started to feel slightly disturbed.

It was so different from the history I knew.

In this world, Cao Cao was a MILF magnet and a homewrecker.

King Arthur Pendragon was actually a woman, wielding Excalibur.

At this point, it wouldn’t even be surprising if a Holy Grail War broke out somewhere.

‘Well, unlike math or science, history is pretty interesting to study.’

After spending a while immersed in history books, I realized it was nearly time for my next class.

I gathered my books and bag, then headed for the academic building.

Today’s lesson was combat theory and practice, taught by S-rank Hunter Professor Shin Arin.

I’d heard she always taught with fiery passion and enthusiasm.

Since it was a practical class today, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of training we’d be doing.

I speculated about the lesson as I made my way to the building when—

“Excuse me, could I ask for directions?”

A stunning woman dressed entirely in black approached me, asking for directions.

Being the model student and kind citizen that I was, I offered a polite smile and replied.

“Of course, I’d be happy to help.”

“Oh my, how kind of you.”

She was exactly my type—both in figure and face.

[The goddess furrows her brows and stares at the hero.]

What?

Why?

What’s your problem?

------------------

HELHEIM SCANS

[Translator - Night]

[Proofreader - Gun]

Join our Discord for release updates!

https://discord.com/invite/dbdMDhzWa2

------------------


Next Chapter
Chapter 16
4 days ago
Facing an Issue?
Let us know, and we'll help ASAP
Join Our Socials
to explore more
discord
Discord

27 Chapters