Villain's Survival: SSS Class Infinite Copy Eyes-Chapter 33. Mana Theory (2)

"From your lowly cadets to the greatest Slayers at the head of the Eight Great Families, power is earned by mastering the art of frequency manipulation. That journey never ends."

He began walking between desks as he spoke.

"Consider the Techniques you use in battle against outer-world demons. Execution isn’t just about raw mana or refined skill. It demands intimate awareness of your signature, your flow."

"Only by weaving mana through muscle, nerve, and bone can one become not just a wielder of magic but a living conduit of it."

After the long explanation, a student hesitantly raised his hand.

"If attuning to one’s frequency is all it takes, then why can’t someone use two techniques at once? I’ve always heard it’s impossible, but maybe that’s just because we’re too weak. Surely the Principal or the heads of the Great Families can do it, right?"

The instructor smiled, though his eyes dimmed slightly.

"It’s an interesting question and a common misconception."

He stopped at the front again and folded his arms.

"The simple answer is no. Not even the most powerful Slayers can truly use two different techniques at the same time. They may appear to, but it’s merely rapid switching, not simultaneous execution."

"Every technique forms a unique frequency circuit inside the body. Attempting to run two techniques at once is like trying to play two clashing melodies on the same instrument at the same time."

"Best case? You suffer minor internal bleeding."

He looked directly at the student now.

"Worst case? You die. Instantly."

The room went silent again, students now visibly more serious. Most were either scribbling down notes or digesting the brutal truth they’d just heard.

But the instructor’s eyes drifted to the back of the room.

One student wasn’t bothered.

Wasn’t even pretending to listen.

He wasn’t just disengaged, he looked like he was actively trying not to pay attention.

Licht D. Valtier.

The instructor frowned slightly.

After Licht’s dramatic display at the entrance ceremony, he had become the main topic of every hallway conversation.

But it hadn’t been limited to just the students.

Behind closed doors, the instructors had held their own meeting about him. Some were furious. Others anxious. No one liked their workplace being disrupted so boldly.

But when they brought it to Principal Greyfax, the old man had simply laughed in their faces.

Such an action against the first son of one of the Eight Great Families should have triggered immense political backlash.

But Principal Greyfax was never one to care about such things.

If he still refused to deal with Licht, it was for one simple reason.

"That kid’s not just talk. He’s the real deal."

The moment the principal said those words, the conversation about dealing with Licht swiftly ended.

But the instructor still couldn’t accept it.

He didn’t care how talented Licht was; talent was cheap. A mere promise, not a guarantee and more often than not, it was wasted.

He had seen far too many brilliant cadets die before they ever reached greatness—all because of unchecked arrogance.

Even now, as he glared metaphorical daggers into Licht’s back, the boy didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

Because he wasn’t listening.

Licht’s thoughts were elsewhere, caught up in a far more dangerous concern.

’It should be around this time...’

The character known as Licht D. Valtier was an early-game villain. In the original story, he was swiftly defeated and discarded. A plot point used to raise the stakes and showcase the protagonist’s power.

If Licht wanted to escape that fate, he had to stop the chain of events that would eventually expose his past—the shameful truth that led to his downfall.

’But how?’

His downfall in the original timeline didn’t begin with a battle or an assassination.

It was something much simpler and pettier—a sudden surge of ordinary people arriving at the academy, asking questions about him.

One of these people ended up meeting with Charlotte and the protagonist, and things started from there.

Under normal circumstances, the Valtier family would have buried those questions before they reached the surface. But not this time.

Thanks to Licht’s disgraceful levels of strength, the Elder Council, and many within the family had lost faith in him. Some were already manoeuvring to strip him of his position as the heir.

’Internal enemies. External exposure. No wonder he died so easily...’

If he wanted to survive, he had to meet two conditions:

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2. Make himself invaluable to the Valtier family.

Eliminate any reason for outsiders to investigate his past. Remove the curiosity at its source.

Just as he finished that thought—

"Licht Valtier, I see you’re not paying attention. Is it a problem of pride? Or perhaps you just think you have nothing to learn?"

Licht tried to ignore the instructor.

But the moment he did:

Ding!

Your Trait 「A Valtier’s Pride (S)」has been activated.

Your Trait 「Mana Mastery (S)」has been activated.

Licht could feel eyes on him. Each one Curious and expectant of him and waiting for him to mess up.

A normal student might’ve been intimidated and backed down.

But Licht was anything but normal.

He glanced at the instructor, ready to dismiss him, then paused. A slow, cruel smile began to spread across his lips.

’That’s it. I can use this...’

He rose to his feet, eyes locked with the instructor’s.

"I do have a problem with what you said, instructor, but it’s not your fault."

His voice was calm. Almost too calm.

"Foolish ignorance isn’t a sin."

The instructor’s eye twitched as a vein bulged at his temple.

"Ignorance, you say?"

"Yes," Licht replied evenly. "

You claimed it’s impossible to use two techniques at the same time. That’s ignorance."

The class stirred.

The instructor laughed, the sound sharp and bitter.

"You’re calling a universal law, one not even the greatest minds in history have broken, ignorance?"

Licht heard the instructor’s agitated tone and just tuned him down in a cold tone.

"I told you this yesterday. Don’t judge me by the pathetic standards the world has set for others."

The room fell quiet.

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