I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!-Chapter 123: Best among Best
The classroom's focus shifted as Elira, who raised her hand from her seat in the first row.
Mia acknowledged her with a nod, her sharp gaze fixing on the young elven princess. "Yes, Student Elira," she said.
Elira spoke with the refined tone that befitted her stature, "Teacher, is there something as a Demerit Point?" she asked.
The room grew still as her question hung in the air, capturing the interest of every student. If Merit Points existed to signify achievements, then the possibility of Demerit Points for failures felt equally plausible.
Mia's gaze swept the room before returning to Elira, her expression calm yet unwavering.
"Good question," she began, her voice carrying the authority that had already been firmly established.
"But the answer is no. Merits are given for performing better than others, but that does not mean you will receive a demerit for underperforming."
A few students, still wary from the previous explanations, let out soft sighs of relief, the tension easing slightly.
'She is not finished, fools,' Ashok thought. He knew what was coming next.
Mia's sharp voice cut through the brief murmurs of relief like a blade.
"However," she continued, her tone growing colder, "there is a far greater punishment for underperformance in this class. You will simply be demoted to the Wyrd Class.
Meanwhile, the student who performs well in the Wyrd Class will take your place in this class."
The weight of her words dropped heavily on the room like a bombshell, shattering the faint sense of comfort the students had begun to feel.
The prospect of being cast out of the prestigious Aether Class and relegated to the Wyrd Class—a place widely regarded as a mark of disgrace—was a punishment more severe than any demerit.
The idea that their position was not only based on merit but also subject to constant competition struck fear into the hearts of even the most confident students.
A tense silence rippled across the classroom as the defiant voice from the back rang out, breaking the fragile calm that had settled.
"But this is wrong!" the voice protested.
Heads turned slightly. The speaker was revealed to be girl sitting in the fourth row, her tone indignant yet laced with hesitation as if realizing too late the weight of her outburst.
Teacher Mia's icy blue gaze locked onto Ava with surgical precision, her expression unreadable yet commanding instant submission.
"Student Ava," Mia began, her voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge, "if you have anything to comment on or to ask, make sure to take permission first. I will let this pass once since it is your first day. However, anyone else who makes the same mistake after this will not be forgiven."
Mia's gaze swept across the classroom, her cold eyes lingering on each student as if to ensure her message was clear.
The room, already subdued, grew even quieter.
Satisfied with the stillness, she continued, her tone sharper, each word carrying the weight of authority.
"Let me remind all of you—you are not sitting in this class just because you are geniuses. If you think of yourselves as geniuses, then it would be better to throw that thought away this instant.
The reason you are in the Aether Class is simple: the students in the Wyrd Class performed worse than you. If they begin to outperform you, they will take your seat in this class while you will be demoted to theirs."
Her words cut through the air like a blade, leaving no room for rebuttal and continued.
"The Academy admits only one hundred students," Mia continued, her voice rising slightly, filled with conviction.
"Do you think that's because we lack facilities? No! The Academy's goal is not to nurture everyone in the empire. Its goal is to nurture the best—to raise the best to the very top.
The students in the Wyrd Class are also the best in the Empire. So, what does that make the Aether Class? It is the best among the best. If you cannot prove that you belong here, then you are better suited to the Wyrd Class."
Her final words were delivered with such finality that the classroom fell into an oppressive silence.
Ashok, stayed composed, his arms still casually crossed as his sharp crimson eyes watched the scene unfold. Internally, his thoughts churned.
'Mind manipulation on the masses through self-made ideologies and class differentiation—it's as if they believe suppressing one will make them grow stronger than the one ruling over them. That is the truth of this Academy. However, these fools will soon pay the price for following such an ideology.'
"There will be no further discussion on this matter" said Mia as reterived a think bundle of paper from her storage ring.
As Teacher Mia stood at the front of the classroom, her composed and commanding voice filled the air once again.
"Now I will be handing you a manual regarding Class Selection. Make sure to read the entire manual carefully before you start filling it out or raising any questions. You are free to discuss among yourselves, but keep your voices within acceptable limits."
Her tone grew firmer as she continued, "You are given one hour to make your choice. I will collect the manuals after that, so ensure you don't make any mistakes. Once a choice is made, it cannot be changed."
Her words carried a weight that left no room for ambiguity.
Raising her hand, Mia activated a spell with practiced ease.
The thick bundle of papers she held in her hands responded instantly, each sheet lifting gracefully into the air.
A subtle shimmer of magic guided them as they floated across the classroom, landing neatly on the desks before the students with impeccable precision.
"Your time starts now," Mia declared, her voice calm but final. Without another word, she moved toward her desk and took a seat.
Pulling out a book from her storage ring, she settled into her chair, her attention seemingly shifting away from the class as she immersed herself in her reading.
With Mia's attention withdrawn, the students turned to their manuals.
The classroom became filled with the sound of flipping pages, whispered exchanges, and the occasional creak of desks as students adjusted themselves.
The once oppressive atmosphere had eased, replaced by focused diligence as each student pored over the manual's contents.
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With everyone focusing on their work, Ashok got the peace that he wanted.
Ashok's gaze swept over the thick ten-page manual in front of him, its weighty presence signaling the importance of the choices it detailed.
He reached into his storage ring, retrieving a pen, and carefully filled his name in the blank space at the top of the first page.
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The Class Section Manual was, as its name implied, a tool for students to select the additional classes they wished to study at the Academy alongside the mandatory curriculum.
Three compulsory classes had been outlined for the first semester: History, Mind and Will Training, and Survival.
These were the foundational courses meant to prepare students for the rigors of Academy life, their presence non-negotiable in shaping the core skills expected of them.
However, the manual made it clear in bold, unmissable lettering that each student was required to select at least five additional classes from the list provided.
While there was no upper limit to the number of optional classes a student could take, the emphasis on careful decision-making was clear.
Each choice carried significant weight, influencing not only their education but also their potential growth paths within the Academy's highly competitive system.
Ashok looked under the first page, which was densely packed with the names of optional classes.
The names were printed in two neat columns, stretching down the page and hinting at the expansive range of choices available.
His gaze occasionally flickered to the small empty checkboxes beside each class, a system designed to finalize selections.
The remaining nine pages of the manual provided detailed descriptions of these classes, outlining their objectives, benefits, and the skills they aimed to develop.
'The additional classes in the game were key to character growth,' Ashok thought, his mind reflecting on what he already knew.
'They provided opportunities to earn traits, boost stats, and learn arts. Each additional class had to be selected carefully, aligning with the type of character you played and the natural traits you possessed.'
Ashok's crimson eyes barely glanced at the nine pages of detailed descriptions in the manual.
'Who has the time for reading this shit?' he thought, his disinterest as sharp as ever.
He wasn't like the others in this classroom, fumbling through each line to understand the classes. He already had a clear understanding of what he needed and how to achieve it.
Without hesitation, he moved straight to the selection process, his pen hovering over the first category: Physical Training.
Under the Physical Training head, three subcategories were listed: Basic Strength and Agility Training, Basic Endurance Training, and Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat.
These were foundational classes meant to improve raw physical capabilities and combat efficiency.
Ashok checked all three boxes without a moment's hesitation.
For him, these classes weren't just optional—they were essential.
The classes would allow him to increase his physical stats systematically, something critical for his growth in this world.
But more importantly, Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat offered the chance to acquire the Hand-to-Hand Combat trait.
This trait, which increased the damage dealt in unarmed combat, was a mandatory asset for someone like him—someone burdened by the curse of no arms.
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