Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Promotion Offer
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In front of the professor, he'd delivered a Vicious Penalty Kick straight to a fellow student's face—an unprecedented incident.
The entire room, save for the perpetrator himself, was frozen in shock, not even daring to breathe. Naturally, the only one who could break the silence was Professor Ji Gye-eun.
"Haa..."
Ji Gye-eun let out a deep sigh before addressing Yang Woo-bin.
"You're disrupting class. Take those two to the infirmary for now, then wait in my office. And you—sit down."
"Yes, sir."
"Ah, yes. Got it."
At Ji Gye-eun's command, Yang Woo-bin gave a crisp acknowledgment, grabbed the legs of the two punks whose faces were now caved in, and dragged them out of the lecture hall.
Just as he was about to exit, something he'd forgotten popped into his mind. He whipped his head around and called out to Fuyuno Tsubaki, who was heading to a corner seat.
"Oh, right. Hey, Fuyuno Tsubaki! Wait here till I get back. Got something to say."
"Huh?"
"Be right back. Run, and you're dead."
Ignoring the professor entirely, Yang Woo-bin finished what he had to say and vanished from the lecture hall, dragging the two punks behind him.
Thus ended Yang Woo-bin's explosive debut in Class F.
After dumping the nameless trash in front of the infirmary, he entered Ji Gye-eun's office and plopped down in a chair.
"Phew... That was intense."
No one else was in the office, so here at least, he could drop the mask.
Born in a land of courtesy and manners, with the mind and sensibilities of an utterly ordinary modern guy, putting on thug airs even in front of a professor was bound to feel off-putting.
"Still... it went pretty well, all things considered. I can tough this out."
Of course, he'd just watched the Yang family's image tank in real time thanks to his thug act, so he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"I'll get used to it eventually."
Humans were creatures of adaptation, and he'd spent twenty years cooped up in his clan adapting to that life. Thug life? Piece of cake.
With his resolve steeled, he pulled up Fuyuno Tsubaki's status window—the one he'd secretly checked while grabbing her hand to help her up earlier.
"Extreme Yin Body... Never thought I'd see that trait here."
Even when his Solar Body manifested to take down Hobabas—even as flames, heat, and explosions engulfed him—he hadn't suffered a single burn. That was thanks to the one other person present: Fuyuno Tsubaki.
More precisely, it was her Extreme Yin Body trait.
As the name implied, it stood at the opposite pole from the Solar Body. While Solar Body wielders brimmed with scorching heat, those with Extreme Yin Body harbored bone-chilling cold.
The frigid aura of her Extreme Yin Body had neutralized the heat from his Solar Body, sparing his skin any burns.
"In Reversal Hero Tale, it was just lore—never actually showed up in-game. Makes sense now."
Solar Body appeared tied to the Disaster Witch's 'Great Catastrophe,' but Extreme Yin Body? It was mentioned, but no matter how deeply you dug into the game, it never surfaced.
Now it clicked why: Fuyuno Tsubaki possessed it. And she was a character doomed to die no matter the playthrough.
The sole unavoidable sacrifice, impossible to save. That was Fuyuno Tsubaki.
EX-grade traits manifested only once per era. Her death had taken the Extreme Yin Body with it.
"Whew, knowing this just makes me even happier."
Learning the whereabouts of the elusive Extreme Yin Body—and realizing the girl he'd saved was its bearer—filled him with accomplishment and excitement.
The excitement outweighed the rest by far.
Having her Extreme Yin Body as an ally would be a massive boon for bulldozing the story ahead.
Wonder how to raise her. Can't wait.
Screeech—
Lost in pleasant fantasies of training methods suited to her Extreme Yin Body, he hadn't noticed lecture time end. The office door swung open.
He quickly schooled his expression, debating whether to stand, then opted to stay slouched.
A real thug would do this.
Leg crossed, exuding maximum arrogance as he eyed the door—then an utterly unexpected figure appeared.
"...You were told to wait in the professor's office, yet here you are, lounging like that. Impressive."
It wasn't the office's owner, Professor Ji Gye-eun, but Dabcheon Academy's principal—the Great War hero, Flying Dragon Go Yeo-ryeong.
...Shouldn't have crossed my legs.
Dabcheon's top power and authority, the undisputed number one. He regretted his snap decision instantly.
Too late to fix it now. Uncrossing awkwardly would look even worse, so he kept the cocky pose.
"Huh? Not the prof? Principal came herself? What's up?"
"...What?"
Might as well commit. Principal or not, stick to the bit.
Whatever fallout from his actions, he'd handle it. If it splashed back on the clan? All the better.
"Here to see me? Well, yeah, I'm kinda a big deal. Sole direct heir to the great Yang family—practically the successor."
He shrugged exaggeratedly, tilting his chin up.
Peak clueless thug arrogance. As expected, Go Yeo-ryeong wasn't amused.
"Tch."
Her furrowed brow and tongue-click screamed plummeting opinion.
A commoner-turned-superhuman, she harbored biases against noble scions. His act embodied every one.
"I had high hopes when I heard you'd risked your life for a classmate. Clearly misplaced."
Her crumpled expression and words were par for the course.
Getting on her bad side wasn't ideal, but he wasn't worried.
He only pulled stunts he could handle.
"Skip the preamble. What did you see? What did you encounter? What did you do?"
Her question revealed why Ji Gye-eun had sent him here—and why the principal herself had come for a Class F cadet.
She was here about the rift incident during entrance exams.
Yeah, serious enough for the principal to show. Demons popping up in the academy? Big deal.
Demons: humanity's natural predators, labeled existential threats.
The superhumans' archfoe bursting from a superhuman training ground? With Fuyuno Tsubaki, he was one of two witnesses. Her visit made sense.
Having sorted his thoughts, he answered her honestly.
"Rift opened in the sky. Demon came out. I killed it."
Bare facts, no embellishment.
But Go Yeo-ryeong soured further at his truthful reply, hardening her already stiff face.
"...The mana traces detected were from a mid-level demon. You might not know, but mid-level demons are beyond what all the cadets there could handle combined. And you're saying you soloed that monster?"
Her skepticism was fair enough.
At entrance exam stage, even a freshly awakened protagonist couldn't scratch one.
But a kill was a kill. After wasting a bloody month on that psycho mosquito Hobabas, this grilling irked him.
"Yes."
Thug-style: chin up, defiant brat glare, curt and rude.
"...Ha, haha."
His attitude drew disbelieving laughs. She shook her head a few times before continuing.
"Fine, I'll buy it. The traces were real mid-level demon mana. If you hadn't killed it, there'd be casualties. Still hard to believe."
She's picking fights over nothing. Was my first impression that bad?
Grumbling inwardly at her odd jab, she paused—then dropped words he couldn't ignore.
"Then, since you took down a mid-level demon, we'll adjust your evaluation. Give you a class transfer too."
"Pardon?"
"Class F is a pit for losers. A few crawl out, but most waste away with the trash and graduate with a worthless diploma. Letting a mid-level demon slayer rot there? Humanity's loss."
She smirked, making her pitch.
"So, how about leaving Class F for the real Dabcheon Academy?"
A promotion offer.