Hidden Sanity at Villain School - Chapter 49



Only Noblemtl

(049)

Sega lived in the autonomous training ground all day on Sundays.

‘I didn’t come here to live a carefree life with the title of being admitted here.’

He spurted out his sword energy, ignited flames, and shot out lightning until not a single drop of magic remained.

As I started acting like a future S-class, I started getting treated like one, and as I was treated like one, I developed an ambition called greed.

‘Yes. It will definitely become real.’

I wanted to enjoy it proudly, rather than being anxious about other people’s kindness.

‘I’ll fight to the death for that.’

I never thought it would be easy.

Since I was about to receive 1.6 billion won, I went to the store and bought two more bottles of magic affinity potions.

The 400 million won scholarship I initially received now has about 250 million won left.

Large magic stones and magic affinity potions were both items that could increase maximum growth.

‘Make money and invest it in growth as much as possible.’

If you can show enough performance and earn enough money, there will be no chance that your growth will suddenly stop as if it were a lie.

‘Once I have some money, I should drink some intermediate magic affinity potions. Once I have some money saved up, I should also become friends with people who might know about the large magic stone auctions.’

Sega, who entered the autonomous training ground before the sun rose, returned to the dormitory after the sun set and fell into a deep sleep.

It was a deep, dreamless night.

* * *

“Ah, it’s morning.”

“I need to wash up and go eat.”

“Your eyes are really swollen. Are you okay?”

The first year students’ first mission evaluation was over, and another brutal week in Shinseoul had begun.

The restaurant where we had breakfast was practically a sea of ??tears.

“This time, in the 14th squad, Jinyoung died during the Han River mission. A horned frog jumped out and dragged him into the deep part of the river, but he couldn’t get out in time… … .”

“Jongho, that guy really… … did well until the end, but then got bitten once at the end. This is the life of our explorers.”

“This time, Hoyoung died not because of the devil. I think they saw the remnants of the former North Korean military junta dealing drugs while searching Gangwon Province. This would have been on the news.”

There were one or two empty seats among the factions or students who usually hung out together.

Even the Yeopsi community, which usually has an atmosphere of contempt for the weak, was filled with voices of condolences at this time.

[When you come back, let’s drink with me.

[I got a tattoo with my partner’s initials. I will definitely keep my promise to kill all the devil’s bastards. RIP]

[We pray for the repose of the deceased’s soul.]

The shock of the first real match was huge.

The dorm’s supply of tranquilizer cigarettes and pills were gone in one night.

But the hunters instinctively knew how to shake off their sadness.

“Let’s play!”

“You little shit. Your crush is dating me. If you suck, come back alive and beat me up and take me away. … … Damn. Please do this. You little shit. I miss you.”

“Hey. Tell me a funny story!”

Hunters had the highest mortality rate of any profession.

No matter how strong a hunter is, he can still be killed by a stronger demon.

Even the first generation of hunters who survived for 17 years often died while hunting beasts abroad.

It was quite natural for those who did not know when they would die to turn their thoughts to enjoying life while they were still alive.

The voices of mourning reached their peak on Sunday night and died down during recess before first period on Monday.

The empty space was filled with stories from the mission.

* * *

“So after I took that little bastard’s knife away… … .”

“Hahahaha!”

Stories of catching a demon in style, of wiping out a gang of low-level hunters, of searching the riverside all day under the blazing sun, and of having a fancy drink at night while looking at the night view, came out from all over.

The laughter grew louder and the mood became more lively.

There was a lot of talk about what to buy with the money earned from the mission and where to go for fun.

As usual, no, the atmosphere was even more upbeat than usual.

It goes without saying that it was to forget the sadness.

Kyeom went to the administrative office to discuss the deposit issue, and Sega entered the classroom alone and sat in his usual seat.

‘No one has come yet?’

As I was looking around for an acquaintance, a familiar face caught my eye.

“Segaya!”

“Sunmi!”

A girl with short black hair and a cheerful expression was chatting with two female students when she suddenly ran towards Sega.

“I survived. I’m so glad we can meet again.”

“Yeah. Me too. Nice to meet you.”

Unlike her usual self, where she would grit her teeth due to poor grades, Seonmi’s mood was noticeably brighter.

“I caught the devil. It’s the first time I’ve caught it on my own.”

The atmosphere I saw on the day of admission came back to me.

“I knew it would work out. You really worked hard.”

She blushed at Sega’s compliment, hesitated for a moment, then took something out of her bag and held it out.

“This. It’s my first time, so it doesn’t look that good. It looks like it’s a little burnt… … But please accept it.”

There were a few cookies in a clear bag tied with a pretty string.

The cookies with the number ‘4.1’ written in chocolate looked very delicious, contrary to Sunmi’s story.

“Cookies? Oh my goodness. You baked those yourself? Thank you. They look so delicious.”

Sega was so surprised that he unconsciously took the cookies with both hands.

In the life Sega lived, receiving personally baked cookies from someone was unimaginable.

‘This happens in real life too.’

In terms of mental shock alone, it was worse than when Geum Eun-yo received a sword worth 3 billion won.

“I, I have something to talk about, so I’ll go!”

She held out her cookies and ran over to the girls who were talking.

The schoolgirls patted Seonmi on the back, hit her arms, and made a fuss.

They even pushed square boxes that looked like vitamins into each other’s pockets.

‘Did you become close during the mission evaluation? That’s fortunate. When you were with the Iljinrim kids, you were just like an accessory, but now you seem to be playing with friends. But why the cookies out of nowhere?’

Sega looked at the cookie with a happy smile but also a questioning look.

‘It’s not poison, is it?’

As I was imagining such horrible things, another female student suddenly ran up to me, put down a cookie in front of me, and ran away.

“The situation! Accept it.”

“Huh, huh? Wait a minute.”

The cookie also had the number 4.1 written on it.

‘No. So what is this?’

Starting with Choi Seon-mi and her, Sega was showered with cookies.

“Sega~”

“Will you accept mine too?”

“yap!”

“Cookie Drop!”

All the slightly lively schoolgirls gave Sega cookies.

“Hello! I’m from class 3. Is this correct? Can you accept me?”

Even girls from other classes went so far as to give Sega cookies.

Sega thought as he watched the mountain of flour, butter, sugar, and schoolgirl dreams being created.

‘If I eat all of this and use combustion-ignition, wouldn’t I be able to blow up a pretty decent building?’

In the meantime, another familiar face approached me.

“Sega.”

A cool, dry voice rang in my ear.

“Jinrim-ah. You came back too.”

“Of course. There’s no way I would die there. It was like home.”

She had a dandy look, with her long blonde hair tied up and sunglasses on, and she took out a box of cookies from her bosom with a stylish hand gesture and handed it over to me.

It was a gesture exactly like a gentleman proposing, but the box she was holding was shaped like a pink heart.

“You too?”

“My country too.”

While Sega was accepting Iljinrim’s cookies in a daze, Leegyeom, who had gone to the administrative office, returned.

“Ah, the client was messing around with the deposit date, so I had a hard time. Sega. You got some cookies… … Oh my. Even Iljinrim?”

Lee Gyeom opened his mouth wide when he saw the cookie boxes and envelopes filling Sega’s desk.

“I beg for just one, but no one gives it to me.”

Then, a sergeant wearing wire-rimmed glasses and with pigtails approached and handed Lee Gyeom a bag of cookies.

“You could even call it begging.”

“Kuuuuu. Thank you, Vice-Chief.”

She was walking around with a big paper bag on one arm, handing out cookies to all the boys.

“You take your pick too. Cinnamon, chocolate, green tea. Which one do you like best?”

“I want green tea?”

She rummaged through the paper bag for a moment, then smiled and handed me a green tea cookie.

“It was the last. May you have unbelievable luck.”

The green tea cookie also had the number 4.1 written on it.

Sega thought as he watched the back of the class president going to find another boy.

‘No. So what is this?’

There was silence in the class for a very, very short moment.

“… … .”

“… … .”

This was because the person who was the center of attention in class 1 returned.

Joo Da-hyun, whose long hair was partially dyed scarlet, came in, her Mary Jane shoes clicking.

“… … Tsk.”

She looked at Sega’s desk with a fierce look on her face, as if she wanted to tear apart all the cookies that filled it, and then, no, she even summoned up her telekinesis as if she was really going to do that, and then she shook her head and her expression softened.

“I, Jeong Se-ga. May you have unbelievable luck.”

She shyly held out a gift set of premium cookies from the hotel’s upscale pastry shop behind her back.

Her small, sharp face, sunken in, was flushed as if it had been burned, and her voice was hoarse as if she was trying to find a hole to hide in.

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”

Sega answered with a beautiful smile and opened Dahyun’s gift set on the spot. He opened one of the small containers, ate one cookie for himself, and gave one to Dahyun.

“ruler.”

“Huh, huh?”

Dahyun took the cookie hesitantly.

“Wow! Look at that expression. I want to take a picture of it and frame it for the rest of my life.”

Kyeom was giggling, but his lips closed at Dahyun’s telekinesis.

Sega asked quietly while Dahyun was unable to run away because she was eating cookies.

“Dahyun. What day is it today?”

“huh?”

“You’ve been receiving cookies since morning without any reason.”

Dahyun, who was glancing at the cookies piled up on Sega’s desk, asked back as if she didn’t know this.

“April 1st. Wishing you unbelievable luck. It’s an event held on the first day of the week of April Fools’ Day, right? You really didn’t know?”

Hearing the voice that had clearly risen and seeing the expression on his face that had loosened with relief, it seemed as if he was glad that he hadn’t known this.

“Wishing you a lucky day?”

For Sega, events were limited to Easter, when churches and cathedrals distributed eggs, and Christmas, when soup kitchens and the like were set up.

Dahyun continued, trying not to look stupid.

“It’s a celebration of the large-scale rescue operation that was a complete success on April Fool’s Day the year we first opened. If a girl gives a boy a cookie and says she wants him to have a ridiculous amount of luck, he should take the cookie. That way, the luck is doubled when they exchange it. That’s what it’s like. It means I want to give you my luck.”

“So there were a lot of kids who wanted to share my good luck.”

Only then did Sega understand why so many female students gave him cookies.

“Go, Kang Joo-hyuk. May you have incredible luck.”

“Leave it over there.”

In addition, cookies were mainly given to the top male students who usually had good grades.

Of course, having a face was a prerequisite.

Joo Da-hyun said as she poured all of Sega’s cookies into a large paper bag.

“Wait a minute. Excuse me… … .”

“You’re a celebrity, so remember this. You’ll have to repay me next time.”

“No. I’m sorry to those who gave it to me… .”

“You owe me something in return.”

Sega gave up on arguing and asked with a blank smile.

“When will the man give it to the woman?”

Dahyun smiled arrogantly as if she was expecting something.

“Rose Day in May. You just have to give roses then. Of course, some sensible boys put something else in the rose bouquet.”

Sega let out a hollow laugh.

“……oh my god.”

“Of course, most people with a conscience wouldn’t think they would receive something like that.”

“yes?”

Dahyun smiled obsessively and charmingly.

“Do you know that the Shinseoul Maseok conglomerate has no conscience?”

“……oh my god.”

The time before class was extremely chaotic, with assignment evaluations and a day of seemingly impossible luck added to the mix.

Even after that person came in and started the ceremony, there was a brief commotion.

“I heard that all but two students from Class 1 returned to school.”

Ina said, looking down at the students.

“I am very proud as a homeroom teacher that we have the lowest dropout rate in the entire first year. However, I hope that we can achieve the result of no dropouts next year.”

She nodded to the assistant and brought up the material on the screen.

“Okay. I have an important announcement.”

The students who saw the content of the material all gasped in shock.

“Yes. The Shinseoul duel evaluation will begin this week.”

The atmosphere that had been excited about the mission evaluation and the day of incredible luck suddenly cooled down like ice.

Ina continued speaking regardless.

“Since about 10% of the entire student body, or about 120 people, fail this duel assessment in one semester, I hope everyone will listen to the rules.”