The Villain Reborn as Game's Final Boss-Chapter 164: Go Ahead [1]

"Is that so? Student Jacob, I hope my instructions were clear."

Zenur wasn’t fazed in the slightest, as he dismissed the girl’s allegation.

"Y-Yes, sir."

Surprisingly, Jacob replied, as he held his sister’s hand, motioning her to keep quiet.

Now... he didn’t really want to involve me, did he?

"That’s good."

Saying so, Zenur was the first one to walk out of the hall.

Seeing that the situation was resolved, the students too began to leave the training facility.

I observed everyone in silence before moving towards Jacob.

"What do you need now?"

Jacob’s sister’s voice cut through the air as she saw me approaching her brother.

"You need to teach her a few manners, or else... things could take a turn for the worst."

I uttered those words while crouching down so that Jacob could look me in the eyes.

"Huh? Aren’t you too full of yourself? Just remember—"

"Samara."

"Brother, but—"

"Please."

"..."

Jacob’s words silenced Samara with ease.

He then turned his attention towards me, waiting to hear what I had to say.

"You can contact your... friends or comrades—whatever they are to you—and inform them about me if you wish. But just remember one thing, I can give you a chance at a new life."

There was a long pause.

I could see that, Samara’s eyes had narrowed in confusion. That confirmed it.

Though I knew from the game that Jacob’s sister wasn’t involved with matters relating to the cult, I still wanted to confirm it, as it wasn’t necessary for the details from the game to be exactly same in this world.

"You? Ha... ha."

Jacob managed to laugh slowly, his eyes focused on me.

"Do you even know anything about them? You are just being—"

"I know better than you."

"Brother, what is he talking about?"

"You think just because you have some information about my father, it makes you some genius? Hahaa... anyone with decent connections can find out about it."

Jacob laughed once again.

He didn’t bother to explain anything to his sister, as his entire attention was on me.

"Oh?"

I tilted my head slightly.

"If your father’s identity was that famous, then why are you two still alive?"

At my question, Jacob went quiet.

Was he trying to show courage?

"Or maybe I could just inform the headmaster about it. I have good relations with him, and surely such news would be appreciated."

"..."

"Choose carefully."

Saying my part, I stood up while heading towards the exit.

My work here was done.

I could have just left, but I seriously doubted this guy’s intelligence.

Cornering him further was necessary.

Sigh.

"Oh! There he is."

The moment I exited the training facility, a guy appeared beside me.

And he wasn’t alone.

Around six students stood behind him, as all of them parted way for another student to approach me.

With dark grey hair and similar grey eyes, the boy before me stood at around 6’4".

He was pretty tall, and coupled with his bulky build, he looked like a mountain before me.

As I waited for him to speak, the guy extended his hand forward.

"I wanted to talk with you for a long time."

I reciprocated the gesture with a firm grip.

Did I know him?

"Sebastian Bairtus. It’s nice to meet you."

"..."

Bairtus...

The name was familiar.

My gaze lingered on Sebastian’s triangular, fur-covered ears.

I just nodded at Sebastian’s greeting.

"I hope the issue was solved."

"Hm?"

"The one with my clansman."

"If I remember correctly, he is a Bristle."

Sebastian’s eyes dulled slightly as he stepped closer to me.

"Yeah, he sure is. It’s just that his house falls under my territory."

"Are you the heir?"

"No."

Sebastian appeared confused.

"Then it doesn’t concern you. If there’s any problem, send a representative of your house."

Speaking the words, I moved past Sebastian—or at least tried to—

But he had stopped me by grabbing my shoulder.

His grip was strong, as I could sense the werewolf using mana.

"For your information, I am second in line to the throne."

Sebastian spoke with a low growl.

Was this behaviour common among their kind?

"..."

"Kael Frost, I know you are strong. Much stronger than me. But remember one thing—here you are just a single individual. Cross my clansman again, and I will make you regret every single decision of your life."

Sebastian patted my shoulders with a small smile, seemingly proud of trying to intimidate me.

Sigh.

Did he think the werewolves in senior years would save his arse from me?

I wasn’t offended in the slightest, but the urge to put such pests in their place had begun to overwhelm my mind.

Fighting in the academy grounds without the supervision of the instructors was a crime of the highest level.

But—

I wasn’t one to care!

Bam!

The werewolf prince was launched across the area, his body flying through the air as he crashed into the wall of one of the nearby buildings.

The other students, all of them werewolves who had accompanied their prince, couldn’t process what had happened. A moment earlier, Sebastian was standing before me, and the next thing they knew—

He had vanished.

I had held back a considerable part of my strength in order not to kill the guy. Still—

I had used my mana, and the result was... expected.

Sebastian too was at Silver 1, though he seemed to have recently evolved his core.

Taking a direct hit from my punch which was infused with mana... the guy couldn’t really handle it, as he had lost consciousness the moment he crashed against the wall—or even before.

I didn’t care to think about it, as there were seven more to take care of.

"Sir, we—"

Slap!

The guy who had first reported my presence fell flat on the ground with a single slap from my hand.

Though I didn’t like to use excessive force unless necessary, that didn’t mean I was an easy target to bully.

Even if my aim was to maintain a decent image as Kael Frost, that didn’t necessarily mean that I would lower myself to hear the ramblings of some pests with no actual power.

Did they think their status scared me?

Pests.

"No!"

"Argghhh!"

"Please! Leave me... I didn’t even know them!!"

"Aarghhh!"

Screams echoed across the surroundings as I grabbed two students by their arms, twisting them up to the point of breaking their bones—

Crack.

Oh.

They were weaker than expected.

"AArghhhhh... You bastard—"

Bam!

Two down.

"Sir... please!"

I stepped onto the leg of the third guy, who had dropped to his knees after having his arm broken.

"You should have been careful before approaching me."

One.

Two.

And—three.

"AARRGGH!"

Another scream followed as I smashed his kneecap into a fine paste.

Their bones were quite weak for werewolves.

Didn’t they ever train?

The remaining members of the werewolf group were frozen, unable to move from their place.

They could have run away, but their legs refused to move.

A pity.

Swoosh!

I grabbed another one by his head before smashing it into the ground below.

Bam!

Then another!

Fifth... sixth... and seventh.

All of them were now sprawled on the floor, their screams echoing across the surroundings.

Many students had gathered, hearing the commotion.

I could even feel some strong presences entering the area.

As expected—

"Student Kael, stop this instant."

The disciplinary committee had arrived.