I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!-Chapter 111: Beginner’s Package

As Ashok stepped inside and closed the door behind him, the gentle sound of the latch clicking signaled the start of his long-awaited solitude.

The room's size was impressive—far larger than the modest inn room where he had first woken up in this unfamiliar body. However, it still couldn't compare to the grandeur of the Duke's daughter's chambers.

His crimson eyes scanned the space. A large bed dominated the room, neatly positioned near a closed window that invited in soft diffused light through the curtains.

Opposite the bed stood a tall cupboard with a sturdy frame, its polished surface showing no signs of wear.

Beside the cupboard was a simple but functional table, empty and waiting to serve any purpose Ashok might assign to it.

The floor was cloaked in a plush red mat, soft to the touch, while the cream-painted walls lent the room a warm, soothing atmosphere.

As Ashok moved closer to the bed, his keen gaze caught sight of another door—hidden from view upon entry, it was tucked snugly beside the cupboard.

'The bathroom,' Ashok thought, mentally noting the convenient layout. Above the cupboard hung an analog clock, its hands positioned precisely to read 2:30 P.M., its steady ticking blending seamlessly with the quiet hum of the room.

But it wasn't the clock or the room's amenities that truly captured his attention. Resting on the bed's neatly pressed sheets was a wooden box. It sat in plain view, untouched and unassuming.

Ashok opened the wooden box, revealing its contents neatly divided into two sections.

The first section held a small stack of books, with a folded note resting atop them, while the second section contained notebooks and a set of stationery items—pens, pencils, and other essentials, meticulously arranged.

He picked up the note, the neatly written words catching his attention. It read:

1. The Academy's Uniform should be placed inside the cupboard during the night for cleaning and recovery from any damage. Note: Do not misplace the uniform or attend class wearing a dirty uniform; a fine will be charged for failure to comply.

2. A Tracksuit is provided in the cupboard for training purposes. It must be maintained with the same care as the Academy Uniform.

3. Classes will begin tomorrow morning at 8:00 A.M. Do not be late.

Ashok's brows furrowed briefly in mild irritation as he read the basic rules. Without a second thought, he crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it into the dustbin beside the bed with precision, the paper landing with a soft rustle.

His focus shifted to the books beneath it.

The first book caught his attention immediately: Rules of the Academy, its cover stark and formal. Beneath it were three other books named—History of the World, labeled Volumes 1, 2, and 3.

After placing the Rules of the Academy book on the bed, he opened the cupboard, revealing the tracksuit folded neatly inside.

Its black fabric shimmered faintly, the navy blue embroideries adding a touch of refinement to the otherwise simple attire.

Ashok swiftly removed his uniform, hanging it next to the tracksuit with precise movements. Stripping down to his underwear, he sank onto the bed with a faint sigh of familiarity.

Old habits die hard.

Reaching for the bedside table, Ashok retrieved the Communication Orb and the Transfer Orb, both given to him by the Duke. Beside them glass bottle of poison that he fed to the Witch of Rogues.

Ashok turned the bottle over in his hand, the clear liquid reflecting the room's soft light. 'What do I do with this?' he pondered, the idea of feeding it to Lilia flashing briefly through his mind.

But the thought was quickly dismissed. 'Too risky. Bellatrix might retaliate'

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With a casual toss, Ashok threw the poison bottle into the trash bin by the bed.

The faint clink of glass hitting the bottom of the bin marked the end of its role in his plans. Turning his attention to the items provided by the Academy, Ashok meticulously organized them.

One by one, the books, notebooks, and stationery disappeared into his storage ring, leaving the Rulebook as the only visible trace of the Academy's system and expectations.

'With this, I'm prepared for the classes tomorrow,' he thought, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Ashok leaned back against the headboard of his bed, the Rulebook resting firmly in his hands. The quiet ticking of the analog clock above the cupboard punctuated the calm atmosphere of the room.

With nothing pressing to do and no desire to wander the Academy aimlessly, his decision to pore over the Rulebook felt like the most sensible use of time.

He had no interest in unnecessary interactions that might lead to more complications—meeting other characters was not on his agenda.

As he flipped through the pages, Ashok's crimson eyes scanned the finely printed rules with an acute sense of focus. The general rules of the Academy, learned from his extensive experience in the game, offered a solid foundation.

But he had never taken the time to fully absorb the Rulebook before, and now was as good a moment as any.

The Academy was not a place of calm neutrality for someone like Ashok, whose False Monarch Trait guaranteed trouble. With his commanding presence, clashes with students or even teachers were inevitable.

'There's no way I'll go unnoticed for long even with the glasses. The Trait makes it impossible to fade into the background,' he mused.

The best defense was preparation, and Ashok was determined to arm himself with every possible advantage.

The Rulebook was a minefield of potential loopholes—hidden opportunities that could turn situations in his favor. For most, the rules were intentionally vague and flexible, allowing the Academy to adapt them as needed.

But Ashok, with his veteran instincts honed over countless hours in the game, was uniquely equipped to identify weaknesses in even the most adaptive systems

The hours slipped away as Ashok immersed himself in the thousand-page Rulebook, his crimson eyes scanning each line with sharp precision. Occasionally, a low snicker escaped him as he uncovered clever ways to manipulate and exploit the Academy's rules to his advantage.

The possibilities he imagined brought a faint smirk to his lips; loopholes hidden within the text seemed to play right into his veteran instincts.

By the time the clock struck 8:00 P.M, Ashok had finished the entire Rulebook, committing its nuances to memory before slipping it into his storage ring with practiced efficiency.

Donning the Academy's tracksuit, its sleek black fabric and navy blue embroidery fitting him perfectly, Ashok left his room.

The evening air greeted him as he made his way to the cafeteria, its atmosphere bustling with students. The menu remained unchanged from lunch: Curry Rice was still the staple meal, though the Lemon Tea had been replaced by Iced Tea.

Ashok, unsurprisingly, skipped the tea entirely, his disdain for anything but water or alcohol firmly intact.

He sat in the same quiet spot as earlier, enjoying his meal with a detached focus. The spice of the curry was familiar now, the subtle warmth settling comfortably in his stomach.

Once finished, he promptly returned his tray to the designated area before leaving the cafeteria. Avoiding unnecessary interactions, Ashok traced the same path back to his room

The moment Ashok entered the room, his crimson eyes immediately spotted the large wooden crate sitting beside the bedside table on which the Communication and Transfer Orb were placed.

A burst of excitement flickered in his expression as he recognized the package.

'Haha! Finally, my package has arrived,' Ashok thought, a grin spreading across his face as he strode toward the bed.

Without hesitation, he jumped onto the mattress, the springs beneath him groaning softly under his weight as he leaped to the wooden crate.

The wooden crate, sealed with a familiar crest, stood just within reach, its imposing size promising treasures within.

Ashok leaned forward, his fingers brushing over the surface before locating the lock mechanism. He opened the crate with practiced ease, eager to see the contents sent by the Duke.

The sight of the crate's contents made Ashok's crimson eyes light up with satisfaction. The first and largest section caught his attention immediately. Twenty-five bottles of Spirit Wine stood neatly arranged, their amber liquid shimmering under the soft light of the room.

Resting atop the first two bottles were two elegant goblets crafted from glass, their intricate designs exuding sophistication.

Ashok's gaze shifted to the smaller sections. The first was filled with ten scrolls, carefully placed in two precise rows. 'Magic Scrolls,' Ashok thought, his curiosity piqued as he admired the perfectly preserved parchments.

Finally, his attention fell on the third and smallest section. Inside were ten glass vials, their clarity allowing the vibrant liquids within to gleam. With a single glance, Ashok knew exactly what they were.

Highest Grade Healing Potions and Mana Potions.

Throwing his head back, Ashok laughed heartily, his voice filling the room. 'This is what it means to have a rich backer,' he thought, the excitement evident in his expression.

'I didn't even ask for magic scrolls or potions, yet the Duke still sent them. He really knows how to keep people satisfied. Now this—this is what you call a perfect beginner package right before starting a game.'

Ashok started examining the magic scrolls one by one.

Ashok picked up the stack of scrolls with a curious glint in his eyes, his fingers brushing over the fine parchment as he examined them one by one.

As he carefully unraveled each scroll, the classifications became clear:

Two were defensive-type;

Four were offensive-type;

Two were Concealment Type;

The last Two were enhancement-type.