I Became the Academy's Kibitz Villain

Chapter 3: The Villain's Perspective (3)

chapter 3: the villain's perspective (3)

those with abilities, in other words, those with the power of mana, could not be controlled using modern weapons.

[mana is an alien substance completely different from our existing concepts! this is a material that is dimensionally different from any energy source in the modern world!]

being a substance from an alien world, mana could not be controlled by any modern force.

to put it simply.

[a 17-year-old female e-class ability user has the power equivalent to a tank.]

even at e-class, and not the lowest f-class, they possessed the killing and destructive power of a tank.

an f-class could protect their body from distant flying bullets with a mana shield and endure a barrage of bullets until all their mana was tapped out.

an a-class was casually evaluated as having an army-level power.

reaching s-class, they were considered a national power level, a living nuclear weapon.

in such a situation, the ones who learned these abilities were all under 25 years old, so there was no way to guide these children, whether they were born with these abilities or awakened as they grew up, along the so-called ‘right path’.

[stop your abilities!]

[what can you do? you can’t kill me, right? you’re mad, right? it’s useless even if you bring a gun, right?]

[what kind of language is that for an adult?]

[adult? ha, you’re a powerless idiot! i am a far superior existence to you! get me goranistaz cash, and give me gift certificates!]

[y-you crazy!!]

the world’s political situation had expanded from conflicts between nations to essentially a confrontation between good and evil, or order and chaos, or the old and new generations.

[good children who listen well become heroes, and delinquents who are lawbreakers become villains.]

those who used their abilities to maintain the existing world order.

those who used their abilities for their own benefit.

[this world is not a confrontation between heroes and villains.]

someone communicated this worldview.

[it’s a confrontation between exemplary children who won awards and juvenile delinquents.]

the villains were all delinquent children who gained abilities. at the same time, the heroes were good children who awakened their abilities and received praise from teachers for being model students in the class.

they were not wrong.

[the villain, red scarf - jeong gong-in, is a pyrokinetic. he grew up in the ‘children’s ability users mental training center’ after burning and killing animals at the age of 10...!]

now, there was a guy rushing towards my apartment - the seoul banpo zai, threatening to set it on fire.

psychopath.

sociopath.

or ability supremacist.

after being filled with the idea of not needing to adhere and comply with existing laws and orders due to his abilities, he was now attempting to prove himself through terror.

[we have invited dr. ahn jeong-eun, a psychologist specializing in ability-related crimes. why is red scarf targeting banpo zai?]

[banpo zai is a symbol. when he was admitted to the mental training center, banpo zai was gaining popularity on the internet as a symbol of wealth.]

[is he trying to deliver a message by terrorizing the richest apartment?]

[yes, that’s right. there are quite a few heroes in busan, so he’s trying to carry out a terrorist attack in a place known to him as an affluent area where there are relatively fewer heroes...]

“so you’re saying the kid lacks common sense, but his knowledge is stuck in the past decade?”

the reason my apartment was under the threat of terrorism was due to a misunderstanding.

“anyway, the level of a delinquent child.”

it was absurd, but when you looked through actual terrorist incidents in history, those triggered by misunderstanding happened more often than you think.

especially if the perpetrator was a delinquent child pyromaniac who had awakened abilities and thought he was a superior being.

[what is the current situation in seoul?! our reporter is at the han river!]

“yes, chairwoman. i’ve received your call.”

[ah, chief do. how have you been?]

the slightly young voice came out of the smartphone

if anyone overheard, it would sound like the speech of a woman in her early thirties who was a third-generation chaebol

of course, it was a code to conceal her identity.

the being on the other end of the phone was the leader of the world domination organization ‘gyeolsa’, the ‘black dragon’.

“yes, i’ve been doing well, thanks to you. how are you, chairwoman?”

[thanks to chief do, i’ve been sleeping soundly these days. hehe. but chief do, there’s an urgent matter i need you to handle.]

“if the chairman orders it, i must follow. what is it?”

[you know the red mafura, right? i think you’ll need to collect that~]

red mafura.

this, too, was a code.

however, it was not a predetermined code but a metaphorical expression that required some thought.

“is it collection or cleaning?”

[oh my, look at me. you’re disposing of it, so you shouldn’t unnecessarily bring it to the company. you understand, right?]

she changed her command from ‘collection’ to ‘cleaning’, and i was also given the order of ‘disposal’.

[our environment, green, green. please put it neatly in a garbage bag for disposal. hehe, i’m counting on you!]

the call ended.

although it was a sudden directive, having heard the instructions, i could not remain idle.

‘the location of the target is slowly moving to chungcheong province.’

if i intercept it in seoul, my identity might be revealed, so i just needed to head a bit south.

vroom.

i climbed onto the motorcycle parked in the lot.

if you were to ask about it, this was my beloved ‘dark knight-black knight’, which i bought with my first monthly salary from gyeolsa.

the name became what it was because the boss named it.

i just wanted to call it ‘shaky’-

“...huh?”

something sent a chill down my spine.

and at the same time, someone approached from behind-

thud!

“ouch...!”

someone bumped their head against my back.

worried it might be the appearance of a new assassin, i quickly turned my head around.

“who....”

“i’m, i’m sorry...!”

a black-haired woman pressing her hat down firmly bowed at the waist toward me with her hands together.

“i’m sorry, but could i borrow your motorcycle?! i’m in a hurry, and i’ll repay you!”

“why the motorcycle... wait a minute.”

i quickly scanned the woman up and down.

“...snow white?”

a wild heroine appeared...!