The Returning Supervillain Raises a Hero

Episode 10. Morning Lecture (1)

“Nice to meet you. This is Deckard, who has been your homeroom teacher for a year.”

Class F’s homeroom teacher was a contract man. Was his name Deckard?

“It’s the first day, so I’ll have time to introduce myself. Come out one by one.”

Deckard stepped aside by the school table and pointed to the girl on the left in the front row.

“Me, from me?”

“yes. Do-Sujeong student.”

Do Su-jeong, who stood in front of the school table with a sound of pain, looked like a surprised sparrow.

“It’s Do, Sujeong Do. Characteristic is partial break… , My hobby is driving. Take good care of me.”

Then, Do Su-jeong, who was about to enter the back seat, saw me with a raised hand and stopped.

“Can I see you using it?”

“eww… , I just want to make sure no one can touch anything the size I can get my hands on.”

Saying that, he held the small statue of the principal on the school table with both hands and released it.

Five.

The faint elasticity flowing through the classroom.

Deckard tried to hold the statue floating in the air wrapped in a transparent box, but only touched the air.

“How long can you keep?”

When I raise my hand again, Do Su-jeong’s eyes become sharp.

“It depends on the size. If I could completely wrap it with my own hands, it would be more than three years and seven months.”

Then, Do Su-jeong goes to sit down as if she doesn’t want to take any more questions.

The period is quite detailed. Are you experimenting yourself?

“It’s a great trait. Next up is Tracy Gwen.”

it’s him I saw you in a tournament. Possessor of search system characteristics.

“hi? i’m tracy You can call me Ray. Characteristics found traces. It’s not like Sujeong’s special ability, just finding clues that help me? That’s pretty much it.”

Tracy’s eyes are on me.

“The boy sitting at the back has a bad personality.”

Whoa!

what year?

As I was about to enter the seat with a smile on my face, I asked a question just like Do Su-jeong.

“It wasn’t when you fought me. How did you find the dumbbell in the coconut?”

At the time, it was said to be a secret.

“It’s the same. Give me a clue that my abilities are advantageous based on me. Surrender was the best way to avoid getting hurt.”

A cannibal form that assumes a desired target and activates a characteristic, and finds a clue corresponding to it. Wasn’t it just a cross section?

“If you have more questions, please check at the training ground and focus on your self-introduction for now. Are you okay? Student Nam Man-hyuk.”

Deckard looks at his watch and mentions me. Do it in moderation. Well, you’ll find out later.

“Yes, excuse me.”

Then we sat down and the next student in a cowboy hat came out.

“It’s a small bore. characteristic.”

Tang, Tang!

Throw stones in the air with your left hand, pull out the revolver with your right hand and pull the trigger.

This sequence of actions took place in two seconds, and the students could see the small caliber reinserting the gun back into the barrel before they were startled.

“Questions?”

The guy who looked at me and said clearly.

This kid is cool.

Like it.

I shook my head and smiled faintly as I entered the seat.

“The next student.”

“I am Real Blue! If it’s blue, you can go anywhere.”

“Kwak Jae-woo. We can borrow the power of our ancestors.”

“… Bleeding Blood. I like blood.”

“Virtualbox. Let me know if you want to experience virtual reality.”

“Cantante. Do you guys like singing?”

“Mine Trapper. Assembling a trap.”

“Clean Air. It can turn into an air purifier.”

It’s my turn.

I wrote my name in a large size on the holoboard attached to the front of the classroom, and then threw the ugly statue of the principal out of the open window.

“Uh-huh.”

Myrtos Beach is the size of a classroom while Deckard’s bewildered voice and children’s eyes are on the statue.

shoot… .

Swallow, wiggle!

“Hey!”

“Oh, chaga!”

“This is the one that came up to the cypress forest.”

“Wow, it looks real. This is what the real world is all about.”

There doesn’t seem to be a need to introduce any special traits, so Tracy raises her hand as she enters.

“How long can you keep this?”

It’s roughly 20 pyeong, so two days is enough.

“Three hours? It can’t last long.”

“Are those beach chairs and coconuts in unlimited supply?”

“The chair was brought by me. Coconuts are supplied in proportion to the maintenance time. Any other questions?”

What are you so curious about? Starting with whether to catch a fish in the sea, there was a lot of creative but useless ideas to make glass out of sand.

I alerted Deckard to hang up, but he just smiled and didn’t do anything.

these are

“stop. There are too many questions.”

“Hey, so did you.”

That’s right.

Since there were 10 other than me, each person asked an average of 2 questions… .

“Just one last question.”

Do Su-jeong, who had been still so far, carefully raises her arm and lowers her hand as if other children had knitted it.

“Class F. Why are you here?”

okay. why didn’t you come

“You know my subject.”

Some of the children’s expressions clouded as if they sounded self-helpful.

“They bow their heads now. yes you If you’re going to rant like this with a single word, you’re going to beat the academy.”

“Isn’t it true that it was worse than Class A?”

Kwak Jae-Woo.

A person who calls for ancestors has no ambition.

“As you can see from taking the entrance exam, Seohia encourages combat heroes. Googyeong So and Jaewoo Kwak. You two wanted to be battle heroes, but you didn’t succeed. Get excited.”

“My ancestors have no interest in trivial wars!”

“The golem didn’t work.”

“I made excuses for losing in the tournament.”

“ね… .”

“Well.”

As a villain for a long time, I memorize the characteristics of the main hero.

Those two are so-called ‘listening’. unheard of features.

So it’s worth it.

It’s an unvalued ore. Besides, the talent’s potential isn’t too bad in my opinion.

The Seonjo that that guy calls out must be General Kwak Jae-woo, who was active in the Japanese Invasion of Imjin, and his tactics are well known.

Most of the traits that possess the dead are in such a way that the concept left behind by the subject is given to a wide range.

For example, a hero called Bonafana, who summons Napoleon, is mentioned as the number one recruiting target for all military units in the world.

One more shot comes out of a weapon with the concept of firing. In that sense, Jae-Woo Kwak is a lottery-like guy who doesn’t scratch.

The same goes for the small bore.

Weapon-related attributes can be treated like a master as soon as you grab a weapon with that tag. As you can see, he was shooting without a magazine. If it’s a master grade correction for an infinite magazine, wouldn’t it be a scam?

“In this academy, people with multiple traits and realizations, regardless of their abilities, are first placed in classes A and B. Isn’t it? Professor Deckard.”

“… hahaha.”

The way he frowns with an awkward laugh adds to the credibility of my remarks.

“We are F. There are four and a half more above us.”

virtual box. The guy with the big box on his head grunts.

Apparently, that guy knows Class F as the last class.

“Class F, like Class A, has its own characteristics from generation to generation.”

“what is that?”

“opacity.”

“yes?”

“The academy curriculum pushes children with ambiguous characteristics who are not confident in their development into Class F. In other words, it means that the evaluation was less than that of the other classes. There is also a record that a senior named Sumatra changed from Class F to Class A 7 years ago.”

Seeing Deckard as I confirm, he nodded in affirmation.

“Then I… ?”

“There is no possibility at all. But at this rate, your diploma will get an F.”

“yes? why?”

“What kind of class A are these guys who lose their spirits with a single word?”

“profit!”

Kwak Jae-woo and Do Su-jeong showed their emotions on their faces.

No one raised his hand any more, so he returned to his seat. Then Tracy, who was sitting in the front seat, tilted her chair and leaned against me.

“It’s a lot of work to comfort the children. professor.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Tracy, who narrowed her eyes and smiled no matter what I said, looked ahead only as Deckard pointed out.

“The introduction ends here. After today’s lecture, we will choose a class president, so decide who to recommend.”

The morning is a compulsory subject and moves in units of classes.

‘Since the first lecture is at 10 o’clock, I have some time left.’

In the morning, I was wondering if the firewood collection I had been instructed to do well, so I was going to get a report from Richett, but Tracy approached me.

“You have no friends? Come with me.”

Fact assault. It was too true to refute, so all I had to do was keep my poker face.

A guy who constantly talks while moving to the lecture hall.

“When did you wake up? what? it’s been a while But if it’s that realization, are you a genius like me?”

“Professor Deckard was a nice guy. There’s not much of an age difference with me, are you? Shall we try one more time?”

“But why are you pretending to be a villain? Do you have any future hopes, instructors?”

I replied moderately and went into the lecture room and took a seat in the back seat.

In the spacious classroom, the seniors and other classmates had arrived, and the atmosphere was quite quiet.

That’s why the question jukebox Tracy finally shut her mouth.

“Professor Frost, all the students have gathered.”

“Draw? Come on, pay attention.”

A middle-aged man called Frost, with his long blue-white hair hanging down, grabbed the pen microphone his assistant gave him.

“There will be students I see for the first time. There will be poor guys to see again. There’s something I say in the first lecture every year. Acquaintance?”

“A hero does not become a villain when he has a view of justice.”

It sounded like a question to the students, but I heard an answer from my assistant. And the professor seemed to take it for granted.

“In addition.”

“Rather than build a foolish belief, become a leaf that blows away when the wind blows.”

“right. Can anyone discuss this topic? Vex, you stay still.”

“Yes, Professor.”

That’s how the lecture ‘What is Justice’ began.

“okay. Hey, are you going to see me again?”

“I need grades.”

“Did I give you a B+?”

“C- received.”

“Work hard.”

“yep.”

“Answer?”

“I once asked a passerby what justice was. Seven out of ten said it was shared happiness, two talked about sacrifice, and one said it was me.”

“Proactive action is desirable. Let’s keep going.”

“I think there is justice in this difference. Humans live their lives in conflict with the lives of others. In the process, there is always dissonance. Yes, it is a crime. And everyone knows that this crime is bad. Why? Because we found that the victim was unhappy.”

“stop. So what you’re saying is that you find light in the shadows, isn’t it?”

“… Yes, that’s pretty much how it feels.”

An orange-haired senior who sat down, clearly showing his disappointment as to whether he had more to say.

“It is not a cliché or false statement. Come on, is there anyone I can argue with here?”

I couldn’t stand it anymore and put my arms next to my ears.

“Yeah, first year there.”

A professor pointing to me.

“That’s bullshit.”