I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

2 – 2. D – 1

The flow of the world twisted.

It meant that the progression started to go awry.

In fact, even when I found out that Adam’s name wasn’t listed in the registry, I intended to look for the protagonist.

Because only Adam could save this world.

Without his abilities, I knew it would be impossible to reach Laplace.

So I intended to proceed, hanging on the possibility that Adam had changed his name or for some reason hadn’t entered the academy yet…

But there was no need for that anymore.

＜Ivan Herzon＞

Strength: C

Agility: C

Magic: B

Mental: B

Stamina: E

Luck: S

Potential: ??

Unique Abilities

– Discernment (EX)

– Omniscience’s Prejudice (EX)

“……”

The words floating before my eyes.

This status window,

Was the protagonist’s unique ability to read others’ or his own abilities and potential.

“No matter how I think about it, it doesn’t add up.”

The protagonist, who should exist, is not on the student list,

And for some reason, I possess his unique abilities.

In the entire world setting, a tutorial villain possesses one of the incredibly overpowered unique abilities that are few and far between?

And it wasn’t just that.

The ability called Omniscience’s Prejudice listed under Discernment.

In this world setting, the only existence that could have the audacious description of ‘omniscience’ attached to their skill was just one.

That is… needless to say, Laplace.

If the protagonist’s ability is to see through humans, Laplace’s ‘omniscience’ is the ability to analyze all things in the world.

Two unique abilities that are completely on opposite poles – why do I, or rather, why does he have them?

“I don’t know.”

I can’t know for now.

There’s too little information to even make a guess.

I just found out for the first time that the affinity can drop to the level of contempt.

However, I need to act for now.

I’m not sure what the backstory for Ivan is, but that’s not what’s important right now.

That’s the conclusion I came to while having my breakfast.

I took the tray that the female student brought and left the room.

To me, right now, rather than deducing the identity of these unique abilities,

Knowing what today’s date was is more important.

—

“It’s March 27th.”

“……”

The first person I encountered after leaving the faculty dormitory was the female student who brought me my meal.

Meina, who was puzzled for a moment looking at me holding the tray, but quickly lowered her eyes and bowed when our eyes met.

When I asked her today’s date, the returned number was.

March 27th.

“Instructor Ivan, may I ask why you are holding the tray?”

“… Because I need to put it away after eating.”

Driven by a survival instinct, I instinctively imitated Ivan’s tone, but,

My mind was in turmoil right now.

Why?

‘It’s way too late.’

The point when Ivan’s plan is completed and the first crisis comes to the academy is precisely March 28th. So today is the day before that.

If you’re going to make me reincarnate, at least start from the entrance ceremony.

“There’s a bit of discrepancy from what you said before.”

“What did I say?”

“That such chores are not for an instructor but for a student, and especially for a commoner like me.”

“Hmm.”

Ivan was crazier than I thought.

He dared to speak of commoners and order his meal errands right in front of a student.

It was not something to be done without a sense of shame.

I wanted to apologize immediately for the inappropriate behavior up to this point to the female student who was anxiously lowering her gaze in front of me, and promise it would never happen again. But…

I couldn’t do that because of that damn date.

“My thoughts have changed a bit.”

“Yes?”

“I feel contaminated. The fact that a commoner lowlife like you is involved in my meal is so unclean that I can’t eat it anymore. You don’t need to involve yourself with my meals from now on.”

Ah, but since we’re here, take this with you.

While handing over the tray, I could see the contempt in Meina’s expression, so intense that I could almost feel her flesh crawling, even if just for a moment.

I felt guilty but had no choice.

The academy could turn into a living hell tomorrow,

And to prevent that, I must not raise suspicions.

Why should a villain like me care about anyone’s gaze?

That’s because…

Ah, there he is.

“Good morning, Miss Meina! What brings you to the instructors’ dormitory?”

“..Instructor Chris!”

Waving from a distance was the blond, handsome Chris.

Meina’s expression brightened instantly upon seeing him.

“Haah, Ivan. Did you make a student do your personal errands again? It’s only because Meina is kind-hearted, but if you keep doing this-”

“I, I’m fine, instructor…”

Meina, who turned towards the reprimanding Chris, showed a blatant favor towards him. Her flushed cheeks were visible from behind her bowed head, and she looked at Chris anxiously while wriggling.

“I’d love to clear the dishes for you, but unfortunately, I’m out of time.”

“It’s really okay, instructor! Just saying that is enough-”

“It’s not much of a compensation, but can you stop by my place after school? I have too many tea leaves sent from our family; I’ve been looking for someone to share them with.”

Chris said while stroking her head.

Meina, though flustered, greeted him with a joyous face and hurriedly walked away.

Well, it makes sense.

A sunshine-like smile that shines without prejudice, an endlessly humble attitude despite carrying the future of the renowned swordsmanship Rand family, and his dedication to personally teach even the first-year students during his spare time.

He was enough to affectionately enthrall young female students,

And it wouldn’t be strange if there were female students secretly adoring Chris.

It’s truly a pity.

Because…

“Ivan.”

“…”

The moment she was out of sight, he called me with a tone that had changed 180 degrees.

“Is the Gate installation finished?”

“Of course.”

He was not only the academy’s most popular instructor but also

A co-conspirator to bring down the empire with me.

—

As seen from his earlier tact, Chris is a sharp guy. Not just anyone can act this nice. So, I can’t show any openings.

Both Ivan and Chris, having the common denominator of being dark characters, there’s no room for personal friendship or trust between the two of us.

If I show a different side than the usual Ivan, I can’t avoid his questioning, especially with the major event looming.

Thus, I was forced to act as an unprecedented human garbage.

At least until tomorrow when the plan is executed.

And I had no intention of making that plan succeed.

“Lend me the key to the underground storage.”

“The underground storage?”

“Yes. You, as a swordsmanship instructor, are managing it, aren’t you? Or am I wrong?”

“No, you’re right. But what business do you have in the storage?”

“I always prepare a Plan B. If everything goes according to the plan, the Gate will open on the academy’s rooftop at midnight tomorrow, and monsters will pour in. But there could also be variables.”

“You’ve never been inside, but there’s nothing useful in the underground storage. You’ll only get a cough from the dust on the old junk. So, are you planning to slit your wrists if the plan fails?”

“If that’s all I can do, then I must do it.”

“…Tsk, you, who seems incapable of even holding a textbook, is all talk. Fine, take it.”

“Thank you.”

“There’s no need to return it. Keep it or throw it away.”

Thankfully, due to the act I put on in front of Meina this morning, I was able to evade Chris’s suspicion and…

obtain the key to the academy’s underground storage.

Now, I’m in the middle of that storage, looking around.

“Let’s see…”

The weapons scattered around.

Among those arrayed armaments, what I’m looking for is…

＜Iron Long Spear＞

It’s a spear made of iron.

Capable of dealing with low-level monsters if infused with mana.

This is not it.

Information windows pop up wherever my gaze lands.

But none triggered my unique ability, the Prevision of Omniscience…

“There it is, Pandora.”

＜Mysterious Pouch＞

An endless void can be felt.

A tool of another class, unreadable with the Prevision of Omniscience.

Also known as artifacts or holy relics.

Originally, Laplace’s ‘Omniscience’ is an ability fitting her final boss status, unrestricted and absolute.

Even the most pompous and noble relic reveals its true nature before her eyes.

But remember, what I possess now is only the ‘Prevision’ of Omniscience.

In simple terms, a watered-down version.

A limited ability that can only analyze obviously identifiable objects.

Though useless to others,

For a veteran like me, it’s a different story.

I can use it the other way around, through the process of elimination.

I look for objects that can’t be read by this ability.

Though the owner of the storage key believed this place to be a junkyard rather than a treasure trove,

Real treasures are often hidden amidst junk.

I held a pouch, the size of my fist and resembling a coin purse.

Then, I infused it with mana and spoke,

“May a curse befall the one who opens this chest.”

The small pouch started glowing ominously as soon as I finished speaking.

It wasn’t a mere pouch but a holy relic with a space inside too vast to fathom.

Originally, it was something the protagonist would acquire after the tutorial, a materialization of the protagonist’s inventory.

I carefully placed Pandora’s pouch into my pocket and turned my head to look at the wall.

There, long spears were displayed all along.

I wasn’t interested in the junk readable by Prevision.

What I needed now was the first heroine’s exclusive weapon.

A weapon she was supposed to get upon graduating the first year, but due to time constraints…

It should be fine to just lend it once and take it back.

With that thought, I felt around the spears,

And found it at the end.

A worn-out spear discarded like trash in the farthest corner.

“There’s no need to activate it just yet.”

Unlike the pouch I just activated, this spear is a weapon she will wield and use tomorrow.

So, I decided to quietly slip it into the pouch.

Yes, at the center of the grand event tomorrow is the first heroine that the protagonist, Adam, was supposed to meet.

…No, should have met.

Scarlet Rain.

A girl from the slums who, with her unparalleled power, pacified the entire area.

Though the world was in chaos and the empire in haste, the special admission of a girl from the slums dressed in rags brought much criticism and protest.

She became a hot topic unwillingly and endured isolation and humiliation from the day of the entrance ceremony.

But her power and combat sense, surpassing the level of a student, made even those who openly disliked her lower their eyes before her…

Thus, Scarlet became a lone wolf.

It was Adam who extended his hand to her, a girl with nothing but her thorn-covered words rooted in inferiority complex and her two fists.

That’s how the epic of the woman who would later become ‘the greatest general of the continent’ began.

…I only knew up to here. The details are in the heroine’s episode, which I didn’t read yet.

But now, with the protagonist absent, it was up to me to extend my hand and lead her somehow.

To do that, I needed to get acquainted with her as soon as possible.

“Hey, who are you?”

Right, her voice was sharp and flat like this…

Huh?

“Not going to answer? Who are you and why are you here?”

I slowly turned around.

There…

With long red hair and matching crimson eyes,

Was the soon-to-be owner of the spear I had just placed in my pocket.

“…Was it you?”

Scarlet Rain was glaring at me.