Super.Dawg

Chapter 87

Principal Light let out a long, weary sigh. The stack of parchments on his desk seemed to multiply whenever he looked away, a mountain of ink and bureaucracy that no amount of sleepless nights could conquer. The past few weeks had been nothing short of torture. Recruiting new academy instructors had been difficult enough, but now he was forced to reach out to silver-rank adventurers as well—someone capable of defending the students and possibly a good mentor. On top of that came route prepa...

Chapter 86

Kana wasn’t certain, but there had to be someone—somewhere—who could get to them fast. A professor with a [Teleport] skill, maybe. She pulled a quill and parchment from her [Inventory], the motion fast enough to look like she’d just fished them from a pocket.

One shadow man, they could handle.

A dozen equivalent to shadow man’s skill? That was suicide.

Defense, then. Hold the ground. Survive until help arrives. 2025-08-15 10:12:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 85

The second day of the week passed like a cold breeze slipping through the open windows of the dormitories. The sort of day that drifted by almost unnoticed. Wor-en’s fourth-years were out, today was the day they went to a dungeon in preparation for the northern expedition. That left Kana and Boris to continue their afternoon battle classes—though even those started late, their professors still returned from escort duty.

Suri, ever the diligent student of napping, dozed openly in 2025-08-14 10:12:02 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 84

Kana was supposed to be with them, but Professor Dufer had whisked her away for some apprentice training. That left Boris to escort the others. Adam, canceling his own plans, had tagged along instead.

If someone didn’t know better, they might have mistaken Suri and Rin for his daughters.

The shop was three stories of polished wood and warm light, every surface crowded with enchanted fashion. Cloaks that shimmered faintly in the lamplight. Tunics trimmed with thick, silvery fur. ...

Chapter 83

Kana wasn’t qualified to adopt. She knew that.

First: the guardian had to be an adult.

Second: they needed a stable source of income.

There were more requirements beyond that, but she didn’t have to see the rest to know she failed them all.

So, she’d work around it.

She slid the stack of parchment—each page bearing the name of a slum child to Leo. Their plan was simple: Duke Stark would take the formal role. He’d sign the papers, take the credit, put hi...

Chapter 82

The night air bit harder than usual—sharp enough to sting Roa’s cheeks when she opened the narrow window to let the smoke from her candle drift out. Winter was close. You could feel it in the way the cold seemed to linger in your bones, the way the world grew quieter, as if holding its breath.

She exhaled slowly, watching the breath curl white in the dim room. The illusion rat sat at the edge of her desk, tail flicking lazily, nose twitching toward the scrap of parchment under her h...

Chapter 81

It was difficult to escape Kana’s awareness.

But not impossible.

Past midnight, long after the academy had quieted and the halls fell still, Suri moved.

She left a [Doppelganger] curled beneath her blanket, rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. She cloaked herself in illusion—one that adjusted to its surroundings in real time, bending light, muting sound. A trick she’d developed in her spare time, perfect for this kind of mission. Then she slipp...

Chapter 80

Roa crouched in the underbrush, eyes fixed on the trio.

Especially her.

Suri.

[Camouflage] still veiled her from sight, her breath slowed, her presence a thread woven into the shadows. She allowed herself short bursts of rest, pacing her mana with care. Better safe than get mana exhaustion.

The trio should’ve headed to the cafeteria—like most students—but didn’t. They wandered instead, detouring toward the western edge of the training ...

Chapter 79

The break ended before it ever truly began.

Wor-en returned, trailed by a few older students carrying crates of materials. Rocks. Wooden logs. Training equipment that had seen better years.

“Now,” Wor-en called out, his voice cutting through the buzz of idle chatter, “we begin formation drills. Simple simulation.”

He gestured to the fourth-years. “Watch closely. This is how a seasoned party performs. Both of these groups have multiple dungeon raids under their belt...

Chapter 78

The first day of the week arrived with the sun just barely crawling over the academy walls. The training field, usually quiet at this hour, was packed with students—half of them still yawning and blinking sleep from their eyes. Even Kana stifled one herself, rubbing at her neck as she joined the others in line.

The Copper Class classroom was empty. Every one of them had been summoned here instead.

Wor-en stood at the front of the field like a monolith—stone-faced, arms behind ...

Chapter 77

They hadn’t even cleared the dungeon yet, but the forest suddenly gave way to a clearing—broad and damp, with water trickling across smooth stone. At its heart stood a creature far larger than any they’d encountered before.

A Lesser Hydra.

Not quite as massive as the four-headed beasts recorded in the higher dungeons, but still monstrous. It stood several meters tall, its two heads twisting in opposite directions, watching, tasting the air.

Behind it, half-hid...

Chapter 76

Leo had a dozen questions, each louder than the last in his mind. But he said nothing.

Not yet.

“It should be close,” Suri muttered, eyes scanning with the help of her illusions, thick underbrush as they moved in wide loops through the forest. The canopy above them filtered the light into dim, dancing shadows, branches clawing at their shoulders.

“We’re here,” Kana said suddenly. She crouched beside a mound of leaves and vines that didn’t quite belong. With a swe...

Chapter 75

It was the fifth day of the week. Wor-en had expected this.

Of course they’d fail to fill their ranks. Too few wanted to join a team from the copper class, and fewer still were willing to stay. So he’d planned ahead—students would be shuffled around, assigned where numbers were thin.

He stepped into the copper classroom, where chaos reigned as usual. Chatter bounced off the stone walls, half-hearted debates over pointless things. No one noticed his entrance. No one cared. Th...

Chapter 74

The next day arrived, and the academy halls grew louder with the chaos of recruitment. Students from every class were stationed outside classrooms, trying to fill their team rosters for the new subject.

Kana, Suri, and Boris had all but given up on finding a support-class member. Kana quietly decided to assign Suri as both scout and support, though she wasn’t sure if the academy would approve the overlap. What would happen if they couldn’t complete the list by the deadline? Would th...

Chapter 73

After attending History, Art, and Geography, Kana made her way to the training grounds for Dagger Mastery I. Coincidentally, today’s Geography class had focused heavily on the northern regions—the treacherous hills, avalanche-prone zones, and the types of monsters that lurked beyond the northern fortress.

Kana had become something of a celebrity. Her classmates swarmed her, hoping to be recruited into her group for the North subject. She politely refused each one�...

Chapter 72

As Kana made her way back to the dormitory, she spotted Boris and Suri waiting beneath the tree near the narrow street. Boris held a large basket, the unmistakable scent of meat wafting from it—likely another one of Suri’s impulse buys.

“I saw what happened,” Suri said quietly. Her sharp eyes narrowed with concern. “Are you alright?”

Kana gave a slight nod. “Then I don’t need to explain.”

She paused before asking, “Should we let Leo join our party?”

Chapter 71

Kana hadn’t slept much.

She was finally a step closer.

An orphanage. A place for them. A real place—not just a warm meal or a blanket on a cold night, but something permanent. Something that meant they mattered.

It felt… surreal.

She sat with that thought as if it were a fragile flame in her palm, one gust of reality away from dying. Finally, she could do something that meant something. Not for coin. Not for ranks or reputation. But for the kids in the s...

Chapter 70

Professor Dufer and Fin stood outside the copper classroom door, neither eager to be the first to enter. An awkward pause stretched between them. Fin, ever the deferential one when nobles were involved, gestured politely. Dufer hesitated, but eventually relented with a nod. Fin was, after all, a northern born. They earn a lot of respect. Far more than Nobles like him.

Professor Dufer wasn’t here for a lecture. He was here to search for a student.

Kana.

She hadn’...

Chapter 69

The torches in the boss chamber flared to life all at once—an unnatural, synchronized ignition that bathed the ancient stone in a flickering orange glow.

Dust stirred from the ground.

No—not the ground.

From its skin.

The Black Scorpion was larger than any they’d faced so far, its obsidian carapace shedding centuries of grit like a waking god sloughing off sleep. Every twitch of its legs scraped against the silence, a chorus of claws on stone.

Opel stepped ...

Chapter 68

Boris stood alone.

Almost two dozen Black Scorpions closed in—massive creatures, chitin glistening under the sky with no sun. They moved slowly, deliberately, forming a wide arc around him, their barbed tails twitching, poised like drawn bows.

I’m ready.

He adjusted his grip on the spear, one foot sliding forward over the hot sand. Right hand held the shaft firm; left hand balanced its weight. His breathing slowed, posture steady. This wasn’t new. This was fam...

Chapter 67

Before they entered the dungeon, they took a moment to crouch beneath the shade of a makeshift tent made by the soldiers stationed there. The desert winds howled faintly behind them, carrying grains of sand.

Asha broke the silence. “We should go over our roles.”

“My class is [Swordsman],” said the man beside the client Lady—lean, sun-darkened, and always scanning the horizon. “I’ll take the front line. I can hold them back and deal decent damage.”<...

Chapter 66

Suri had told them earlier—they were hired for a raid tonight. A low-high level dungeon run. They would be hired finally as Dungeon Scrappers.

She adjusted her cloak as she peeked at Kana’s face in the dim light. “You look pale. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kana nodded, though her eyes were tired. “Just a bit of a headache. Bearable.”

Suri frowned but didn’t press further. She knew what this meant to Kana. Opportunities like this didn’t come often, e...

Chapter 65

It was late in the afternoon, most classes were already finished. Kana followed Professor Dufer in silence. Her curiosity peaked—she wanted to ask what this was all about—but her nerves kept her quiet. What did they find out about her? Or worse… about them?

Professor Dufer knocked once at the principal’s office. A raspy voice answered immediately, “Come in.”

Inside, Principal Light stood and gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Come, have a seat.”...

Chapter 64

It used to be once or twice a week. But lately, Wor-en showed up almost every morning, strolling into the copper classroom like it was part of his daily routine. At first, it raised a few eyebrows—after all, he was supposed to be busy with his own responsibilities. But over time, it became normal. No one questioned it anymore. He’d sit there for an hour or two, quietly working through a stack of parchments while the students went about their usual chatter.

Suri let out a long, quiet...

Chapter 63

Andel hated the Academy. Hated his class.

The Kergastel bloodline was known for one thing—[Knight]. His father was one. His eldest three brothers were already leading platoons. Even his fourth brother, who recently graduated from the academy, had been sent to the border with a gleaming badge as his first task.

Andel?

He was the fifth son. His class? [Lancer].

The last known [Lancer] on record was a successful farmer ...

Chapter 62

When the weekend arrived, the trio made their way to the commoner district.

The difference from the central district was immediate—no polished stone walkways, no wide avenues for decorative carriages. The houses here were packed tight, roofs nearly touching in places, their walls made mostly of timber and patched stone. The streets were narrow—just enough for a single cart to pass, and only if the coachman was careful.

Despite it being the weekend, the streets were quieter tha...

Chapter 61

It had been another long, tiring day for Asha and Opel.

Asha worked in the Central District, using her cold-type magic to help preserve meat for local shopkeepers. Several butchers relied on her to keep their unsold stock from rotting in the summer heat. Opel, meanwhile, worked as a helper at one of the busier inns, running food between kitchens and guests, scrubbing pans, keeping the fires steady.

Their modest home sat in the commoner’s district—a simple place they had rented...

Chapter 60

It looked odd—a man of his size, broad-shouldered and scarred by battle, hunched over a desk with a quill, holding it delicately. Ink-stained fingers scratched across parchment.

Just a year ago, his days were filled with nothing but blood and steel. He wasn't some foot soldier—he had led a platoon on the frontlines, defending the fortress in the north against the relentless Dungeon Overflow. Day after day, they fought back the endless tide. Slay one wave, and another emerge...

Chapter 59

Suri waited until Kana was asleep.

Only then did she cast [Doppelganger], shaping the illusion to mimic her sleeping form perfectly—rising breath, subtle twitches, a half-curled arm over the blanket. Convincing enough that even Kana’s heightened awareness wouldn’t catch it.

She stepped quietly out into the hallway. The moonlight barely reached this part of the dorms, which made it easier. She cast a second illusion—a dome of shadow and blur that bent light...

Chapter 58

Boris narrowed his gaze at the four figures standing before him. His grip tightened around the shaft of his spear.

The helplessness, the humiliation. The shadow man had moved like mist, struck like lightning, and vanished before Boris could even raise his weapon. But he had made a vow since then. Next time, he would react. Next time, he would not be an easy target.

Next time, he would land a blow.

There was more to the spear than just thrusting and swinging. He’d seen Prof...