Hidden Sanity at Villain School - Chapter 36



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(036)

wednesday.

The ten-day Student Protection Week has ended.

Now, professors and staff at Shinseoul could, according to school rules, give students demerits or even expulsion.

Not many students figured out what that meant.

“Hey. Should we go pickle that kid today?”

“Yeah. He was kind of walking around with his eyes open. Let’s go.”

“As usual, I open the door and put the grenade in first.”

“Huh? There’s a knock on the door? Who’s here this morning?”

The purge has begun.

“Student Jo Woo-seong. Student Yoon Seong-jun. Student Lee Min-jeong. Student Go Ha-rang. They are expelled on charges of murder and assault. From this point on, they are no longer students of Shinseoul, and they will be held legally responsible for the criminal acts they have committed.”

Faculty members wearing black suits and gas masks knocked on dormitory doors from early in the morning and dragged out delinquent students.

“What, what is this?”

“Weren’t you supposed to not touch the things we fought among ourselves?”

“Yes. In principle, students’ private conflicts do not occur at Shinseoul.”

“But why-.”

“But forming a gang, intentionally picking on other students, and disrupting normal school life is crossing our line.”

“!”

As in the case of Kim Ga-ram, who was Jeong Se-ga and Lee Gyeom’s roommate, if you met your mortal enemy in Shinseoul, things would have happened within three days at the most.

in other words.

Most ‘extreme grudges’ are resolved somehow within three or four days of entering school.

The assaults and brawls that followed were either to seize power or to satisfy personal desires such as material or sexual desires.

If you could defeat challengers and take control of a class with your strong portrait skills or natural charisma, the teachers wouldn’t care.

Rather, such a ‘boss’-like figure was greatly welcomed in Shinseoul.

However, if you create a faction through dirty politics without any special skills, and gather together as a group to pick on other students one-on-one,

“We can’t just sit by and let rags like you harm the promising young talents of our new city.”

I didn’t let that happen.

“No, no!”

Hundreds of students were hit with penalty points and 50 were expelled.

They were all the type of people who ‘had no particular skills but would gather in groups and bully other students.’

But the pressure from Shin Seoul was just beginning.

* * *

“You’ve only made this far? Are you kidding me? Assistant. Everyone who can’t keep up now will get a 10 point penalty.”

“I hope you can get the following class supplies by next week’s class. They’re on sale at the school store for just 8 million won.”

“So you think you can catch even a single cat! Run! Run! You idiots!”

Storm intensity.

Financial pressure.

Training from hell.

The classes that had not been particularly leisurely up until now are now really strangling the students.

“There is a saying that goes, ‘It’s about getting your hair out.’”

“Take it out?”

After a stormy morning, Sega spoke with Kyeom.

Kyeom was feeling down after receiving three consecutive penalty points in the lightning class that had just followed.

“I’ve been watching you for ten days. I just kicked out all the kids who were too bad or crooked. Now, which ones should I kick out?”

“Kids who don’t have the will to become stronger or the ability to become stronger?”

“That’s right. As a school, you want to raise kids who are willing to fight to the death, kids who could become S-class or A-class later on, right? In that case, the most important thing is creating an atmosphere.”

“Should those prospects feel uneasy too?”

“That’s right. I have to keep giving them the feeling that I can get cut too. By kicking out the kids around me.”

Sega felt his eyes turn yellow and then return to normal.

‘Cows and pastures. They cut the grass on purpose to make the cows feel like they won’t have anything to eat later, so they eat more now.’

How on earth does this school work?

Such a question raised its head and then subsided.

But Sega’s daily life was actually quite peaceful.

“Is there any space left?”

“Because the kids are a bit absent-minded.”

Thanks to the few people who dropped out, the cafeteria line got shorter and there was more space in the classroom.

“A 10 million won gift certificate from a convenience store is being sold for 5 million won?”

“There was a kid who didn’t know he’d get expelled and bought it with all his heart. Now that he’s done with it, it’ll just turn into waste paper, so he’s trying to get rid of it quickly. Can you get me a few?”

I also saw profits of several tens of percent by purchasing gift certificates through Iljinrim’s brokerage.

‘I made 30 million won with 15 million won. Does that make sense? It’s too good. I should buy some magic affinity potions.’

For Sega, it was good that everyone was able to focus on their own classes.

‘No one is looking at me. I felt a light weight on my shoulders.’

As he was busy trying to survive, he didn’t care what those 78% of the S-class guys did.

furthermore.

“I’m here.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Jinrim. Did you come here to smoke tranquilizers with Dahyun?”

After the last performance evaluation exercise, Group 8 didn’t seem to have become any more close-knit.

“What, why are you asking such a thing!”

“Dahyun, I just watched from the side.”

“Yes. Unlike us corpse-dwellers, Miss Dahyun has a strong heart and doesn’t need tranquilizers. Surely she’s not afraid of taking tranquilizers.”

“Hey! You corpse! You want to die?”

“Oh my. I’m scared.”

Kyeom, Dahyun, and Jinrim also seemed to be more comfortable with each other than before.

Dahyun, who used to treat Jinrim like a cow or a chicken, would hang out with Jinrim or even talk to him first.

“Gunman. Are you okay with your penalty points? Your gang looks like they’re going to be destroyed too.”

Dahyun asked the question with the tone of, ‘I’m worried about you, but I don’t want to say that.’

“Portrait, I got it. There are about fifteen kids who got hit by school service.”

“Are you okay?”

Then Jinrim still looked scared and flinched, but answered coolly as usual.

“The professor at the new school asked me how many penalty points I had, and then gave me points to make up for it.”

10 points from the store for being good at greeting people, 20 points from the store for good grades, 15 points from the store for the aesthetic appeal of shooting a gun, and 30 points for class attitude for being the first student to buy a gun at the store.

Iljinrim was a student who received more points than Byeongjun.

He waited for the moment when Kyeom would crawl into the conversation, then quickly started making a fuss.

“Wow! Look at the favoritism. She’s really like an adopted daughter.”

Iljinrim smiled beautifully, revealing his white teeth.

Yellow eyes sparkled behind the sunglasses.

“If you’re jealous, you too, show it to the professor.”

“ha ha ha.”

Sega burst into laughter at the sight.

“Sega! Are you laughing too?”

Kyeom was acting cute.

It was a good thing because the closer we became, the less likely we were to suspect Sega’s true identity.

But I couldn’t figure out what this strange feeling of alienation in one corner of my heart was.

* * *

“When dealing with the power of the mind, everyone feels a sense of alienation at least once. It is a problem that arises in the process of expanding thinking.”

Banhaedo gave another sophisticated lecture today.

“Now I can handle not two hands, but four, eight, a hundred, but my body still has only two hands. Naturally, errors in perception occur, and the brain becomes confused.”

His lecture, as usual, warmed up the students who had been torn apart all morning.

“There are two solutions at this point. The first is to be prepared for the foreign feeling and push through, and the second is to go back to the basics for a moment.”

But there is one thing the students are mistaken about.

“Today, I will be teaching a cutting-type telekinesis. Please open the textbook to the ‘Intangible Sword’ section. Unlike before, this one will include the word ‘line’, so it will be unimaginably difficult.”

What lay before them was not a campfire to warm their bodies, but a fire pit that would roast them to a crisp.

“The Formless Sword has several advantages over the Flame Sword. Can someone name just three?”

Hands rose from all over, and Banhaedo looked around at the owners of those hands.

“Okay. The situation is good, student.”

And then he smiled brightly and gave Jeong Se-ga his first chance.

Kang Joo-hyuk and Joo Da-hyun, who raised their hands first, looked at each other with strange expressions, but they were wise enough not to say anything out loud.

‘Professor, you too.’

The senior assistant looked at Banhaedo’s back and shook his head.

‘The situation now gives me an excuse to give the store to the students. That’s great.’

Banhaedo looked at Jeongsega’s mouth with an expectant expression.

“There are many advantages, but I would say the stopping power, partial destruction, and precision.”

Jeong Se-ga said, lowering his hand.

“Precision. That’s not an answer that can be easily given. I’d like to ask why you thought that.”

Banhaedo’s sky-blue eyes sparkled coolly, and Jeongse-ga continued speaking.

“For attacks that aim for a single point, the accuracy of the Yeomdong Matan would be superior. However, since the Formless Sword is a wide line attack, it seems that it would show higher accuracy when it comes to whether or not it hits the opponent.”

As Jeong Se-ga finished speaking, he wondered, “Is this right?”

‘When thugs fight in the slums, even a slight cut from a sword would cause more blood to flow than you’d think. If you weren’t properly trained, it seemed better to just swing the sword around a lot than to aim for a single accurate strike. Did you bring up such low-level experience?’

As Banhae listened to Jeong Se-ga’s words, he felt a joy as if bubbles of carbonation were bursting in his head.

‘The odds of novice hunters accurately hitting a demon that’s running faster than a car with a pyrotechnic bullet or bullet are too low.’

‘It’s realistically the most efficient way to form a net or to cut through the space itself with an invisible sword.’

‘You probably don’t have any experience using supernatural abilities in combat, so it can’t be an insight derived from experience. You just instinctively came to that conclusion. As expected from Sega, you are a genius in telekinesis.’

I couldn’t believe how she could speak so beautifully.

At that moment, several students raised their hands.

“Professor, I object.”

“The Formless Sword is a technique required for close-range combat by a psychokinesis, not a technique that requires long-range accuracy.”

“It’s like that in the textbook too-.”

The senior assistant looked at them and secretly prayed for their souls to rest in peace.

“Who is talking in my class without my permission? TA. Give each student who just talked 10 points.”

Banhaedo gave them a cold rebuke, and then immediately praised Sega affectionately as if nothing had happened.

“That’s right, student Jeong Se-ga. You always pick up on what I was trying to say at the end of class. 200 points for the store.”

“yes?!”

“No. It’s 20 points. I misspoke. You keep thinking… … Come out and get the gift certificate.”

“thank you!”

* * *

Banhaedo’s psychokinesis classes always included about an hour of practical training.

Many professors assigned practical training as homework, but Banhae emphasized that since telekinesis is a power of the mind, it is important to develop good habits from the beginning.

“If you’re not careful, you might end up using only one or two patterns, or you might unconsciously imitate the telekinesis you saw in the videos. If you do that, you might lose your own style.”

Today’s competition involved teams of two competing to be the first to tear each other’s gift certificates apart with an invisible sword.

If you kept the gift certificate until the end of the match, you could take it home.

Most of the time, I ended up sweating profusely as I competed against opponents whose skills were just right for me.

‘But why me?’

Jeong Se-ga had a showdown with Class 1’s psychokinesis master, Model Jun.

“How’s the situation? Hello?”

“Ahaha, class president. Hello.”

“I didn’t know we would end up facing off.”

“A showdown? You’re playing against me.”

Model Jun was also a genius with a 55% S-class grade, and among the first-year students, the only one who could beat him with telekinesis was Joo Da-hyun, who came from the Magic Stone conglomerate.

It was as absurd for Jeong Se-ga to fight with Moo-hyung Jun using psychic skills as it was for Moo-hyung Jun to arm wrestle with Jeong Se-ga.

“Eww!”

“Are you good at avoiding it?”

Dozens of invisible swords launched by Model Jun flew in at once.

Jeong Se-ga moved the gift certificate with one hand and swung a shapeless sword, one on each finger, with the other hand.

‘It’s harder than I thought. But I’ll definitely keep it. I’d rather bite my tongue than see 1 million won disappear right before my eyes.’

Even Sega, who knew how to use his mind, had to rely on his body again.

The blade made with telekinesis had to be long from start to finish, but if my concentration was even slightly strayed, the blade would become dull and just become a stick made with telekinesis.

‘But even so, the professor preferred doing one thing properly rather than improvising.’

I tried my best to make them with my whole heart and tried to make each one properly.

That was the only way to protect the gift certificates from the bombing of the model.

Banhaedo looked at that Sega with pleasure and thought.

‘As expected, you’re a genius. The harder you hit it, the stronger it becomes.’

‘Next time, I think it would be good to try it with Joo Da-hyun. If it’s with Jeong Se-ga, I think the violence will be somewhat controlled.’

On one side of the classroom, Joo Da-hyun was seen beating up another awakened psychokinesis.

“This is all you can do, and you’re saying that to me?”

Every time the paper was torn, the blade of the formless sword flew towards another student’s neck.

If it weren’t for class, I would have already seen blood.