Chapter 111

Chapter 111

The next morning.

Simon's new routine after the mission period

"Everyone, have you been doing well?"

"Yes! Professor!"

He began with Jane's Beginner Dark Magic class, the first one in a while.

Simon sat at the same table with Rick, Meilyn, and Camibarez, listening to Jane. He exchanged greetings as he occasionally made eye contact with Cindy Vivace or Jamie Victoria, who he was acquainted with due to them sitting at a nearby table. He also met Totos eyes, who he had become closer with through the Mutant club activities.

"I have another announcement this week."

Said Jane.

As always, a big event in Kizen would follow those words. Everyone waited patiently.

"First of all, your midterm exam results are out."

Argh

Sighs echoed from everywhere.

Rick banged his head on the table, Meilyn couldn't hide her anticipation and rhythmically drummed the table with her fingers, and Camibarez flapped her bat wings with her signature tensed face.

"Your midterm exam grades and rankings will all be out. Of course, the current rankings are measured only with the written scores. The performance assessment hasn't yet been counted."

The assistant teachers moved busily and called the names of students. Interestingly, the report cards were inside envelopes.

"Simon Polentia?"

"Yes!"

Simon politely received the envelope from the assistant teacher.

Before receiving the paper, he was able to push away the stress by knowing that he did his best and couldnt ask for anything more. But that confidence all vanished the moment it entered his hands.

Simon gulped, opened the envelope, and took out a stiff piece of paper.

[Simon Polentia]

Curses: 63.00

Mechanics of Jet-Black: 65.00

Summoning: 87.00

Necromancy: 44.00

Hemomancy: 61.00

Poisonous Alchemy: 60.00

Combat Dark Magic: 73.00

Defense Against the Holy Arts: 70.00

Average: 65.375 [Rank: 458th]

'Woah!'

It turned out much better than Simon anticipated.

He scored an average of 37 on Jane's first test. But this time, he averaged 65.

That was a whopping increase of 30 points!

It was meaningful in of itself that he was able to settle in the mid-ranks on a written exam in Kizen, a place filled with geniuses.

Simon was on cloud nine because it felt like he had proved that his effort had paid off and that he had a fighting chance without having prior learning.

As soon as Simon raised his head, he saw Meilyn's determined expression.

She forced herself to smile and asked,

"What's your score for Summoning?"

"You tell me first."

"Hey, come on! I asked first!"

Meilyn grumbled, telling Simon to spill it quickly. In the next seat to Simon, Rick glanced at his report card and smirked before wiping the sweat off his forehead. Phew.

"Simon, you studied really hard! It won't be easy for you, Meilyn."

"So, what's your score!"

Simon replied with a bitter smile.

"87."

Meilyn's expression contained an odd mix of emotions.

It was like a mixture of joy, resentment, and relief?

Simon was the one asking impatiently this time.

"I said it, so spill yours already."

"Sigh."

She set her report card down on the table as if revealing a hand in poker.

"I lost. 85."

"Woah!"

Camibarez let out an enthusiastic cheer and gripped Simon's hand.

"Congratulations Simon!! You can continue to stay with us in Kizen now!"

"Th-Thank you, Cami."

Seeing Camibarez getting emotional, Meilyn laughed silently.

She had no intention of kicking Simon out of Kizen with a bet like this from the beginning.

And Meilyn scored 90s in all other subjects except for Summoning, which was her weakness. She once again got an average of 90.

However, her overall ranking was a bit surprising.

Average: 92.000 [Rank: 2nd]

In front of Malcolm was a student covered head to toe in blood, arms chained to an old blackboard as he lay limp.

Malcolm said with a smile.

"Say something, Haren Cork."

""

Blood dripped from his mouth and pooled on the floor, joined by a few missing teeth. To top it off, a few of his fingers were bent in inhuman directions.

Malcolm reached his rod out and hit him across the face.

"Did you do this out of fear of my retaliation? Hah, jeez."

The story was like this.

In Island Survival, Haren Cork couldn't properly carry out Serene's instructions, and he couldn't restore Bahil's trust, either.

Now, with no one protecting him, he was bound to pay the price for toying with Malcolm using Serene's feather.

So he devised a plan to get Malcolm before he was beaten up.

At that time, Malcolm was carrying out a merciless purge of his gang. Class M students who abandoned him when being harassed by Serene's feathers were treated like traitors and suppressed.

So Haren persuaded those traitors whose interests were aligned and purchased a potion of memory loss from the black market in Rochest.

They planned to put the potion in Malcolm's food and drink after luring out Malcolm from the restaurant he was going to. However

Malcolm! They were planning to feed you something strange!

A traitor also appeared on their side.

Everything fell apart, and Malcolm, enraged, punished Haren and his squad mercilessly.

And that led to the current situation.

"You guys are so obvious."

Malcolm giggled and waved the potion bottle.

"You guys were planning to feed this to me and erase the memory of when I kneeled to Haren like a dog, right? No, no. I have no plans on forgetting this humiliation."

Cough! Cough!

Haren, coughing out blood while tied to the blackboard, looked at Malcolm in terror.

"P-Please have merc"

"Bullshit."

Wham!

Malcolm struck Haren across the face with the rod again.

"If you wanted to live!"

Whack!

"You shouldn't have laid your hands on me!"

Crack!

"From the beginning!"

A stream of blood spurted out.

All the members of Malcolm's faction kept their heads down, but one of them plucked up the courage to speak.

"M-Malcolm, aren't you being a bit too harsh?"

"Yeah! Settling it like this, there are all sorts of troubles that'll"

Malcolm glared at them menacingly.

"Then you guys do it instead."

At those words, everyone immediately shut up.

Malcolm came from a famous gangster group, one of the three major gangs operating throughout the Dark Alliance.

Malcolm inherited his father's cruel personality, and he had a very good understanding of how to terrify people and of the feeling of fear.

"Tie them up."

Ordered Malcolm.

His faction members hurriedly ran up, bound the traitors on the floor in chairs, and then tied their hands behind their backs with rope. They were also gagged with cloths.

"Roll up their shirts."

He made them expose the traitors stomachs. Malcolm trudged over and lifted an iron poker being heated in the fire.

The traitors, mouths clogged with cloth, howled and screamed.

"Since I'm in school, I wanted to live like a student. But why aren't you guys being cooperative with me?"

"Ooooffff! Oooooobbbbbfff!"

The traitors shook their heads frantically.

"Try crying to the professors after this, alright?"

Malcolm smiled and approached them.

"In that way, I can also let go of it and comfortably~ pull off this same business with your families as an ordinary person, don't you think?"

"Ooooooooffffff! Oooooooobbbbbbbffff!"

Malcolm's mouth twisted wide like a demons.

"Help me."

A terrible scream erupted.

"Help me so that I can live just as a student."

The work of instilling fear had begun. Malcolm looked behind him and smiled eerily.

"You'll be the last, Haren Cork."

Haren burst into a flood of tears and snot, terror etched into his face.