The moment I saw the newly added profession in the status window, I snapped my fingers.
“Mapper, huh? Just what I need!”
In a pioneering academy, once the initial preparations for pioneering have been made and the living infrastructure has been secured, the exploration begins.
This is the equivalent of searching for places where useful materials can be found or doing preliminary research to further expand the base.
There are bound to be monsters and underground labyrinth dungeons around, so this is where the combat students come into their work as well.
They accompany the mapmakers as bodyguards as they create the maps.
In return, they receive the completed map and use it for further exploration.
“I was going to buy a map made by one of the other students…”
But I couldn’t find anyone who would sell it to me, so I didn’t know what I was going to do.
“But now, problem solved!”
I ran out of the house with great enthusiasm, ready to start making a map of the area.
But then I realized something.
“Oh, but I don’t have anything to write on.”
Students who become mapmakers are given a set of writing utensils as their initial equipment.
But I’m unemployed, so I haven’t received anything.
“As expected, without anything to write with, there’s nothing I can do…”
As I was pondering this, I saw a leaflet blowing in the wind and stuck to my leg.
When I picked it up and read it, I found it was a description of a person.
It was the same as my “Slave Ticket” portrait, with a portrait of me with a touch of evil.
Underneath it is, “If this face rings a bell, run! This student has a complex about being unemployed and incapable of anything, and he’s jealous of us! He uses the power of drugs to create hallucinations and make himself look like he has abilities! Even more despicable, they take advantage of the girls’ weaknesses and make obscene demands! There have been a number of cases of forced massages and forced kisses.”
“Who’s spreading these rumors?”
But now I know why there’s no end to the people who get involved with me.
As I was about to tear up the leaflet, “Gyaah!” I heard a distant scream.
I looked up and saw many of the same leaflets scattered around the entrance to the forest.
On the other side of the forest, there was a male student being chased by Tom, the black panther.
The boy was being rolled and trampled all over by Tom.
In the end, he was covered in paw stamps and ran back to his living quarters.
Just as I guessed.
“Hahaa~. I guess they were trying to put up flyers on my wall to harass me.”
But Tom found out and chased him around, so he probably left the leaflets and ran away.
Then it hit me.
“That’s right, I’ve
got the paper!”
I picked up the leaflets that were scattered around.
In no time at all, I had enough paper for several notebooks.