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It was compulsory to be in uniform during theory classes, but students were allowed to wear anything they liked outside those classes.

The Class Schedule had already been sent to all 1,000 selected students this year and the other 1,000.

Some students were unhappy when they found out that they were not in the same class as their friends.

As mentioned, each class was made with the idea of balance in mind, based on the student\'s performance in the Entrance Test.

That way, no class would have too many or too few talented individuals.

It was an obvious outcome as separating them based on their rankings and giving them different professors would be nothing short of discrimination.

The Academy actively encouraged its students to compete with each other and instilled the idea of trying to become better than others.

Although there would be many unfortunate students would eventually reach the limit of their potential at the Academy, and come to accept that they could not progress any further.

Simply put, if two individuals worked hard, the more talented one would always have better results.

It was the harsh truth: If one\'s potential was low, no amount of hard work could make you an equal to a genius who similarly worked hard.

Well, there were always exceptions, but they were few and far between, never becoming a standard to judge others by.

And the Academy was a place for elites to grow and understand the nature of society, not a daycare to babysit them.

In essence, the world was mostly peaceful at a public level and only people with enough power and authority had the right to know the truth.

But just as there was light, darkness existed; there were people who would misuse their powers for the worse.

It was a world where your strength determined your social standing, after all.

Not that people in power didn\'t misuse it, it was just that they were tame and knew their targets well.

However, to all of this, Jash was a firm exception, having already seen the true nature of the human heart, free from harboring delusions of changing it.

He had already matured from such a mindset, and his talent allowed him to laze around while surpassing others casually.

If the others knew how much he was training and working to improve himself, they\'d go crazy thinking he\'s the Heavenly Chosen or something.

Alas, that fate eluded him.

"Urgh, just whose idea is it to have classes in the early morning," he grumbled while on his way to class.

\'I am not in school, aren\'t I? Damn it,\' he cursed inwardly, not having a pleasant expression.

It wasn\'t that he was late or anything, but his sweet sweet sweet sleep had to be disturbed because of the early Classes.

"Just why am I not in Class 3?" a girl nearby squealed, wanting to be in the same class as that golden-haired handsome boy.

\'Wow, he already got admirers so early on?\' Jash clicked his tongue and sped up, not wanting to hear anymore of such talks.

Thankfully, the Classes 1 to 5 each had a separate block, belonging solely to the 200 students of the Class.

The rest 1000 had to suffice with sharing it all with each other, eyeing this area covetously.

"What\'s the fun in being with the same class?" Jash grumbled, seemingly as if he was mocking them, but he was jealous.

If only he were in the same class as someone who wouldn\'t bother him and would remind him of anything important...

Then, he\'d sleep through class, breezing through all of them easily as the tests didn\'t hold much importance to him.

\'Urgh, if only I didn\'t become the Year Representative, I would have no need to study any theory,\' he cringed at his own decision.

But what was done was already done and nothing could change that.

And as Jash was about to enter the Block 1 of Class 1, he saw a group of students standing in a corner, blocking the path forward.

\'What\'s going on in the morning?\' he thought, not really in the mood for some shitty drama first thing in the morning.

"Move," he said irritatedly, pushing away the student by his shoulder.

"Who dar–" the student was about to shout but shut his mouth and obediently moved aside after feeling the strong grip and recognizing Jash.

"What\'s happening?" he asked, making his way through the students, annoyed by them not moving out of the way already.

\'Can\'t they freaking see me?\' he thought for a second before remembering it was nothing but his vain pride giving him such thoughts.

But at last, someone finally recognized him, "Oh, it\'s the Year Representative."

It caught the attention of other students as they stepped aside, letting Jash through.

"So, what\'s happening?" Jash asked rhetorically, looking at the figure of two guys holding each other\'s collars and having bruised faces.

Unlike a peaceful solution that one would expect, Jash went ahead and smacked both of them in the head.

""Ow""

"Go to your class and hope that you never annoy me," he declared before glancing at them coldly, making them tremble slightly.

In the next second, the two ran in one go and the rest of the students also left quickly, not wanting to get smacked.

"Ugh, just my day," Jash complained, not being aware of the change he brought in the plot once again.

It was easy to guess that if not for him being annoyed, he would\'ve left after a simple glance, uninterested in the event.

And Amael wouldn\'t be much different in that regard, not having any reason to interfere.

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Thus, it became the perfect opportunity for the protagonist to stand out for being different and giving a damn.

However, Jash accidentally destroyed an opportunity, but the one who actually reaped its rewards was casually sitting by the window in Class 2.

{...Villain Points.}

\'Hm? System, what happened?\' Amael asked, not having the slightest change in his facial expression.

{...I don\'t know, but the protagonist lost something.}

The system answered vaguely, making Amael frown but there wasn\'t more time for him to ask it as he recognized someone from the door.

\'Zaos? That martial artist? Vivia? Sam?\'

Recognizing them, Amael was in deep thought as not only his class changed but so did theirs and his eyes narrowed in suspicion at the final sight of Avon.

\'Just what the hell is happening here?\' he doubted his eyes for a second as a lot was changing, but he soon smiled.

The system chimes about his ever-increasing Villain Points were a delight to his ears.

Similar to Amael, Jash had taken a window seat, but in the front row, not for studying but being able to leave just a few seconds faster.

\'Why\'s she in my class?\' he asked himself, unable to believe it was that girl, someone he planned on helping.

Sadly, it sent the wrong message to Ziva, who entered the classroom and found him staring at another girl, frowning,

\'Who is she? I remember her, but her name... yeah, Elara, wasn\'t it?\'