I Became an Illegal Cheat User

34 – Ways to Make Money (2)

Corrupt devotee.

A human who, while being human, worships the evil of humanity, a defector.

For Gang Cheolsu, who hates the corrupted, they are like cockroaches that must be exterminated.

But, found such a cockroach-like guy?

Just that alone, we must go catch him right away.

Moreover, that filthy guy is a academy instructor and the culprit of this crack terror incident.

This… this is absolutely unbearable.

I should go find him right away and tear his limbs apart.

…he shouted, barely calming down Gang Cheolsu, who was spewing anger.

Although he came trusting and willingly offering help.

“No, Instructor, aren’t you trusting me too much?”

If I’m lying, what can you do?

However, despite those words, in Kang Chul-su’s gaze that looked at me…

“You’re my student, right? Then you should trust me as your teacher.”

There was only strong faith there.

“……”

I lost the words in an instant.

Believing in a student is naturally expected as a teacher.

How many instructors have such noble ideals?

Of course, most instructors would believe in their students.

There are only a few who genuinely work for the students.

Anyway, I’m grateful for trusting me.

“It’s impossible to go searching right now.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s no evidence.”

We know who the corrupt devotee is, but there is no evidence to prove his guilt.

Quite literally, we only have circumstantial evidence.

However, Kang Chul-su smirked and said to my remark.

“But, the fact that you came to find me means there must be a way, right?”

Indeed, because he’s not just an instructor for nothing.

I took out a potion from my inventory and placed it on the desk.

“What is this potion?”

“It’s a recovery potion I made before entering school.”

“A recovery potion? But the color is different.”

As Kang Chul-su said.

Typically, a recovery potion, symbolizing treating wounds, has a bright red color.

In contrast, the potion I placed on the desk is pink, so it’s natural to be puzzled.

However, even so, it is definitely a recovery potion.

“So, what are you planning to do with this?”

Kang Chul-su asked, as if demanding an explanation, with his arms crossed.

In response to that question, I chuckled and replied.

“I’m going to use this potion like this. First…”

This is bait.

He’ll spit out evidence on his own.

While doing that, he’ll hand me a large sum of money.

A very sweet bait.

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After explaining the plan to Kang Cheol-su, I hurriedly headed to the place where the corrupted devotee was.

Current time: 9:45 AM.

He may not be as diligent as Kang Cheol-su, who is already in the classroom, but as a disciplinarian, he will move before the class starts.

So, I practically ran to get there.

Before long, I arrived at the disciplinarian’s office where he was.

Knock, knock.

“Who is it?”

A voice as soon as I knocked.

Fortunately, he was still in his office.

“Hello, sir. I’m Lee Yoo-jin from Class 1-A. I have something important to discuss with you. May I come in?”

“…A first-year student? Why would a first-year student come to me… Well, come in for now.”

As soon as the invitation came, I opened the door and entered.

Inside, I could see him packing things as if he was about to move.

‘…If I had been just one minute late this time, it would have been a close call.’

I inwardly sighed with relief and approached him.

Then, I saw the corrupted devotee, who seemed to be preparing for class, lifting his head.

“You, a first-year student who has been here for only a few days, what business could you possibly have with me?”

I bowed respectfully and spoke.

“I apologize for coming so suddenly. However, there’s no one else to consult about alchemy except for you, sir. So, I’ve come to you despite the inconvenience…”

“Cut the unnecessary talk and get to the point. Why did you come to me?”

He pointed to his wristwatch, indicating that we needed to hurry as it was time for class.

I awkwardly smiled and placed the pink potion I had shown Kang Cheol-su on the devotee’s desk.

At this, he began to frown and started to express his anger towards me.

“What’s the meaning of this? Just to show me this potion, you come interrupting me, who has to go to class soon… me… wait a moment.”

However, that too was only temporary, as his voice gradually subsided.

“What… What kind of potion is this? I’ve never seen a color like this before.”

Although he was a corrupted devotee, perhaps due to his title as an alchemy instructor, he began to show interest in the potion.

Seizing the opportunity, I put on the most pathetic expression possible and spoke.

“The potion you, Instructor, are currently looking at is a healing potion.”

“A healing potion, you say? How? Normally, healing potions are supposed to be…”

“Yes, as you know, the color of a healing potion is usually red. However, the one I’ve shown you is…”

“…pink.”

He examined the potion closely.

He shook it, opened the lid to smell it.

“Hmm? It has a sweet scent?”

The corrupted devotee, sensing a different aroma from the usual healing potion, conjured magic in his hands. Though still human, his magic emitted a blue light similar to that of other mages.

However, upon closer inspection, a dark hue, reminiscent of a corrupted being, danced within the blue light.

…Just a faint sign, but evidence that he had fallen into corruption.

His magic thoroughly explored the potion.

Using his alchemical talents, he sought to discern its effects.

After a moment, he spoke with genuine amazement.

“This is… indeed a healing potion. The effects are the same.”

However, the corrupted devotee added with a sinister smile,

“The healing effect is the same, but the potion’s typical drawbacks are gone.”

His gaze shifted from the potion to me.

“How did you do it?”

His serpent-like eyes gleamed with a covetous light.

“What ingredients did you add to make it smell sweet instead of the usual foul odor?”

Without uttering a word, he reached into his bag and pulled out a vial.

Then, he used a syringe to draw a small amount of the potion and, without hesitation, poured it into his mouth.

Gulp.

The sound of the potion passing through his throat echoed.

And with that, he resumed the interrupted conversation.

“…Is it the sweetness that comes from the taste so bitter it feels like I might faint?”

There was admiration in the voice.

Thunk.

Carefully, he set down the potion and closed the lid.

Then he walked towards me, his shoulders firmly grabbing mine.

“Would you, by any chance, sell me this potion? No, just sell me the intellectual property rights to this potion. From what my pension talent has confirmed, you lack talent in alchemy. Isn’t that right?”

…Just as planned.

I barely managed to suppress the laughter bubbling up at the excited demeanor of the guy.

Yes, as he said, I have no talent in alchemy.

But why haven’t I used the A-grade talent selection right I have?

It was for situations like this.

A fallen worshiper, he envies students with better talents than himself.

Because of that envy, he worships the fallen.

However, if I had gone to him with the talent of alchemy, he would not only have doubted my expertise but also suspected me due to envy.

The guy who came urgently seeking advice on the potion issue, having better talent than me?

Is he mocking me, or does he know something about me?

But, if I approach him holding the potion without alchemy talent…

Just like now, he would boast superiority and say he’s buying the potion.

This is the first method to earn a large sum of money.

At the same time, it’s a way for the fallen worshiper to provide evidence voluntarily.

“Well…, that’s correct. I don’t have any talent in alchemy….”

As I shook my head in apparent disappointment at the admission of not having alchemy talent, the fallen worshiper patted my shoulder sympathetically, as if I were pitiful.

“Truly unfortunate. Such a rare potion was created by luck, but you won’t be able to make it again because you lack alchemy talent.”

Saying so, the fallen worshiper added, taking out a piece of paper and grabbing a pen from the desk drawer.

After a while, he put down the pen and handed me the paper.

It was a contract for the transfer of intellectual property rights.

“Sell me the intellectual property rights to this potion. I’ll compensate you generously.”

Upon hearing this, I examined the contract.

There wasn’t much in the contract.

Simply put, it stated that I permanently transfer the intellectual property rights to the potion I possess to him.

And he offers me 300 million, that’s all it says.

“…300 million? Is this guy joking?”

Since he’s a guy who’s going to die anyway, I tried to give him a reasonable beating.

But I beat him too hard.

Honestly, the pink recovery potion I made.

If I register that in the alchemy workshop, including the copyright, it has a tremendous value that can be used as a lifetime pension.

And that’s because the healing potions (including detoxifiers) in this world are all ridiculously effective.

So when Gangchulsoo offered me a healing potion in the training ground last time, I flatly refused.

I’d rather be in pain than take that ridiculously potent healing potion.

Not using such an incredibly effective recovery potion and going for something sweet?

It’s like a major error in the pension calculation.

But… only willing to take it for 300 million?

Nonsense!

I extended a piece of paper to the fallen devotee while saying, “300 million is too little. Give me 2 billion.”

“…2 billion? Are you kidding me right now?”

You’re probably the one joking.

“No, it’s not a joke. Even though I don’t have alchemical talent, I know the value of this potion. I can live my whole life by just registering the copyright in the alchemy workshop. It’s sweeter than using a recovery potion without using it.”

“Seems like you know one thing but not the other. To register a copyright in the alchemy workshop, you need alchemical talent. So, when I’m trying to buy it like this, just sell it to me.”

“…Then at least raise the price. 300 million is too little.”

“…Alright, I get it. How about 500 million?”

“500 million is still too little. Give me 1 billion.”

“I’ll give you 600 million.”

“1 billion, please.”

“…I’ll give you 700 million.”

“1 billion, please.”

“….”

Ah, I’m asking for 1 billion.

If he doesn’t give me 1 billion, I won’t sell it!

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I wonder if he recognizes my stubbornness.

The corrupt worshiper let out a deep sigh, nodding his head.

“…Alright, let’s do it for 10 billion.”

As he spoke, he erased the 3 billion written in the contract and replaced it with 10 billion.

“…Well, is it done?”

I nodded, accepting the paper.

Then, with a swift motion, I wrote my name on the contract.

“Well, with this, the intellectual property rights to the knowledge of this potion are transferred to me. So, speak up. What are the ingredients in this potion?”

“First, give me the money.”

“…You know, is this really why you came?”

The corrupt worshiper grimaced and manipulated his smartwatch.

Suddenly, my smartwatch beeped with an alarm, and a message arrived.

[Chuhamun has transferred ‘1,000,000,000 won’ to your account.]

Alright, payment confirmed.

Now, it’s time to move on to the final stage of the operation.

“Did you confirm it?”

“Yes, payment confirmed. Thank you very much.”

“…Then speak quickly. What are the ingredients in this potion?”

“That’s a tricky one…”

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“hehehehe, foolish guy. Selling the intellectual property rights of this potion for a mere 10 billion.”

Did he say Yoojin?

As that kid said, the value of this potion is staggering.

If it were me, I wouldn’t have sold it for 10 billion, let alone offering 100 billion.

That’s how significant the potion created by that kid is, enough to shake the pension industry.

“By the way, if the ingredients are this… it’s really unbelievable.”

The corrupt worshiper, Chuhamun, looked at the item left behind by that kid before leaving.

And that item was nothing other than ‘strawberry juice.’

Moreover, it was 100% pure strawberry juice.

“Damn it, spilled the potion while making it, and this is what happened? I may not have talent, but at least my luck is good.”

But now that luck had become his own, was he out of luck?

“hahahahaha!”

Chuhamun burst into laughter, intoxicated with a sense of superiority.

After laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped and pulled something out from under the desk, placing it on the table.

Then, he lowered his head towards it and began to pray.

“…My master.”

It took the form of a medal.

“…I have come into possession of substantial wealth to dedicate to you, my master.”

A red emblem of the black sun was depicted on it.

“…So, please bestow upon me the power of greed.”

It was… a symbol of corruption.

Wooooong.

In response to Chuhamun’s prayer, evidence of apostasy and the symbol of corruption emitted a crimson light.

And it began to seep towards Chuhamun.

At the same time.

Kwaaang─!

The door of the instructor’s office shattered, and someone entered.

“Wh-who… ugh! Ga, Gang Cheolsu─!”

The person who entered Chuhamun’s instructor’s office was none other than Gang Cheolsu.

“Ah, sorry. I was originally going to open the door and come in, but I was too impatient, so I just broke in.”

Understand? With his neck and hands relaxed, Gang Cheolsu’s appearance made Chuhamun slump in hesitation.

He couldn’t stand against the overwhelming flesh pouring out from him.

“H-how did you…?”

Chuhamun barely managed to ask with a trembling voice.

In response, Gang Cheolsu chuckled and said, “I have an excellent disciple unlike you.”

As Gang Cheolsu spoke, another person entered through the broken door.

“You, you are…!”

It was none other than Lee Yujin.

He was a novice who had sold the intellectual property rights of the potion to himself.

“Oh, Instructor, just open the door and come in. Are you afraid of hearing something later?”

With a sly voice, Lee Yoojin spoke to Kang Cheolsu, bowing and picking something up.

It was none other than… a smartwatch.

Until just before leaving, it had been the guy’s smartwatch.

But when did he put it down…?

“Is it because it’s made by the academy? The watch is very sturdy, isn’t it?”

As Yoojin spoke to the smartwatch, the same voice flowed from Kang Cheolsu’s smartwatch.

…So, he found out.

Chuhamun looked at Yoojin and Kang Cheolsu with a disappointed face.

Then, Kang Cheolsu smiled at him.

But only for a moment.

Kugugugugung…!

The space began to distort with his momentum.

“Well then, I’ll leave. Let me know when it’s over.”

“Yeah, as you said, I won’t kill him.”

With that, Yoojin went outside.

And Kang Cheolsu…

“Well…, let’s start by tearing off his limbs.”

With a face twisted like a sinister assassin, he approached Chuhamun.