I Got Reincarnated as the Game's Villain-Chapter 63: The Academy [2][Edited]

"Please fill out your information here, and then over there for the capture," she said, handing me a paper and pen.

Her expression was odd—difficult to read.

Weird.

Well, whatever.

"Thanks," I said, grabbing the paper from her hand. Without wasting time, I followed the flow of people heading to the higher floors, where others were moving after receiving the form.

The place was packed with nobles from all across the continent.

Races of all kinds were present.

Well, by "all kinds," I mean the four major races: humans, elves, vampires, and sea folk.

I didn’t spot any other races. Not surprising, considering their small populations and lack of families wealthy enough to afford the privilege of skipping that disturbingly long line downstairs.

As for the mermaids?

Let’s just say they were works of art.

Terrifyingly beautiful, each and every one of them.

Now that I think about it, why are most creatures in this world humanoid?

The mermaids, for instance, could transform their tails into legs at will, making them virtually indistinguishable from humans. Vampires weren’t much different either—aside from their unnaturally pale skin and crimson eyes. And elves? The only standout features were their pointed ears and absurdly long lifespans.

"Sigh," I exhaled as I caught sight of a group of noble young men gawking at some mermaids as if their lives depended on it.

Yep.

Totally normal behavior.

"Don’t touch me, you beggar!"

I was about to pass by someone when they suddenly recoiled from me.

"Huh?" I frowned, meeting the guy’s glare, his face twisted with unveiled disgust.

What’s this idiot’s problem?

Now that I think about it, I’ve been getting these disgusted stares ever since I stepped out of the carriage.

Could it be… my hair?

No, that can’t be it. Plenty of vampires have white hair.

WAIT.

I looked down at my clothes, and it clicked.

’Of course. I haven’t had the chance to change since the Arten raid,’ I thought bitterly as the man hissed and stormed off, ascending the staircase like the rest of the crowd.

"Sigh," I sighed again, brushing off the stares that were growing increasingly uncomfortable.

I really need to change these clothes.

Eventually, I found myself in a massive room.

It resembled a five-star restaurant, with extravagant lighting and décor that screamed opulence. Some nobles were even openly burning through their money, indulging in food that likely cost more than a commoner’s yearly wages.

"Alright," I muttered to myself as I spotted an empty chair near the entrance.

I made my way over, but just as my hand reached for it—

"Huh?"

Someone else grabbed it at the same time.

I looked up, locking eyes with someone I never expected to encounter so early in the game.

Ajest.

"Would you be so kind as to let me have this seat?" she asked, her blinding smile radiating confidence.

Around us, I could already see some fools blushing, utterly captivated by her absurdly gorgeous face.

It was a deadly combo: an hourglass figure with every angle perfectly proportioned, paired with a face that could probably drive armies to war.

’The game really didn’t do justice to this girl,’ I thought, unimpressed.

But looks aside, I knew better.

Ajest might seem like the paragon of perfection, but in reality, she was just…

…a bitch.

No two ways about it—she was every despicable character rolled into one.

A perfect contradiction, a beautiful disaster.

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That’s the title of the arc where she finally revealed her true self.

"No," I said plainly, my tone leaving no room for argument. Her shock worked to my advantage. Without wasting a second, I pulled the chair to my side, sat down, and placed the form on the table.

"Alright... Name," I muttered, scribbling down "Erin."

"Hey!"

The sharp voice cut through the air, but it wasn’t hers.

It was... that guy.

"How dare a beggar like you refuse a request from a noble?! Do you have any idea what an honor it is?!"

Some random fool decided to play the hero.

God, I hate pompous young master side characters.

"Hey! I’m talking to you!" he barked, already storming toward me.

A quick side-glance caught the faintest smirk on her face, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

I hate everyone, don’t I?

BAM!

He was a side character—a weakling at best. Knocking him off balance with a kick to the leg was effortless. But where’s the fun in letting him fall alone?

Infusing my leg with ether, I delivered a second, harder kick—strong enough to snap a small tree in half. He flew through the air, hurtling straight toward her.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Her amusement vanished. The smirk disappeared.

BAM!

Before he could reach her, he was slammed into the ground as if gravity itself had multiplied a millionfold.

It wasn’t gravity, though. She was just that good with wind manipulation.

...Is that guy still alive?

Not that I care.

"What’s your name?" she asked, her tone laced with something dangerous. She was probably plotting to kill me in some dark alley later.

"And why should I tell some random stranger?" I replied, finishing the rest of my information on the form.

Still, I couldn’t help but glance her way.

Damn. What a waste. So much beauty wasted on a psycho.

Then again, same thing with Angelina. And Priscilla.

"It seems I’ve been far too kind," she said suddenly.

And then I felt it.

"Shit!"

I leaped out of the way just in time as the chair I’d been sitting on was shredded into splinters.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU CRAZY BITCH?!" I snapped, glaring at her. If I’d been even a fraction slower, I’d be dead.

"Oh, you’re quite good on your feet," she laughed.

Her laugh was melodic, the kind of sound that would make fools swoon. To me, it was like salt on an open wound.

Tsk. I don’t have time for this.

With a flick of my wrist, I manifested two frost-forged swords.

"You know," I said, my voice dripping with disdain, "if I didn’t fear making your already ugly face even worse, I’d slap some sense into you."

Her smile froze.

No, it didn’t just freeze—it twisted into something unrecognizable. Barely contained fury radiated from her trembling eyes.

Oh, crap. I think I overdid it.

"Did you just call me... ugly?" she asked, her voice shaking as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

"Yeah... you ugly piece of shit," I said, though now a little hesitant.

"Fine," she laughed again, this time cold and sharp. "Then I’ll turn you into a dog for this ugly bitch."

And that’s when it hit me.

Whoosh.

Time froze.

I let out a long sigh. That was way too close.

"Argh," I groaned, my ether draining like crazy.

Every nerve in my body screamed for relief, but I held on, barely.

I’d forgotten just how out of my league she was.

Two broken abilities. That’s what she had.

Her first: wind manipulation, her quirk. A flashy, destructive force she wielded with elegance.

The second—and far more terrifying—was her bloodline ability: mind attack and control.

I didn’t fully understand how it worked, but I knew enough. If she shattered someone mentally, she could take over their mind entirely, reducing them to a puppet. A slave to her will.

"Argh," I groaned again, feeling my ether draining at an alarming rate. It was slipping away, faster than I could replenish it.

This. This was why I avoided using the Chronos Lock. Damn it, I wasn’t sure I’d even have enough ether left to escape this room, let alone fight her.

Which left me with only one option.

I rushed forward, my body protesting every step. Reaching her in a blur of desperation, I channeled every ounce of strength into my fist and—

BAM!

The blow connected. My ether-coated fist collided with her face.

I couldn’t kill her. That much was obvious. Murder would lead to instant penalties, not to mention the authorities would be on me faster than I could blink. But knocking her out? That was fair game. It was my only shot at saving myself from this mess.

Her cry pierced the air, soft yet agonizingly cute. Even in pain, why did she have to sound like that?

"Crap," I muttered, dread pooling in my stomach as I realized what I’d done.

"My face…" she whispered, her voice low and ominous. Her eyes turned hollow, darkened by an unsettling fury. "My beautiful face…"

Before I could process the implications, her entourage—those spineless bastards—were already rushing to her side, bristling with anger.

But they weren’t the problem.

The real problem was her.

She hadn’t even flinched.

The punch landed, sure. But it did nothing.

"I. Will. Kill. You," she said, enunciating every word with venomous precision.

Oh, and did I mention? She was an incurable narcissist.

’Damn it!’ I cursed inwardly, my mind scrambling for a way out.

I was officially in deep shit.

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