My alma mater is unlike other schools in that it does not aim to socialize individuals.


    The only thing taught there is combat skills for dealing with monsters.


    Therefore, graduates from the school struggled to adapt when thrown into society.


    In societal terms, graduates from the school were merely aging boys, nothing more.


    I was no different.


    When I retired from the front lines and returned to civilian life, I knew less than someone fresh out of high school entering the workforce.


    I didn’t even know that when you move, you have to register your address, or that you need to visit a dealership to set up a phone.@@@@


    The only thing that helped me in that situation was the internet.


    There, I was able to learn the basic social duties and how-to’s for adult men in South Korea, even the places to go for them.


    The stench quickly reached the children watching.


    “Ugh!”


    “What’s that smell?”


    “Disgusting.”


    Although they had eyes that glowed faintly, the children didn’t seem much different from any other normal kids I knew.


    If I had to pick out a difference, it would be that they spoke with a heavy North Korean accent?


    But even that was just the accent, none of them actually used North Korean words. It was clear they were trying to speak in Seoul’s dialect, albeit clumsily.


    It’s not hard to understand why.


    Who would want to speak the language of a poor, backward, and failed nation?


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