As I walk In To the classroom I Saw that.
The room exuded an air of both modern sophistication and timeless grandeur.
The walls were adorned with intricate engravings, and a magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft golden glow across the space.
It was a strange contrast—refinement mixed with age, as though the very room had stood witness to generations of students before me.
Slowly, I turned my head, scanning the room.
And then, my gaze stopped.
For a moment, I found myself in a daze, my thoughts momentarily scattering.
Beautiful would have been an understatement.
Seated by the window, bathed in the soft light filtering through the glass, was a girl who seemed almost ethereal.
Her silky white hair cascaded down her back, catching the light with an almost otherworldly glow.
Her crystal-blue eyes, the same deep shade as a flawless sapphire, reflected the daylight, sharp and piercing.
She had a delicate nose, well-proportioned features, and flawless porcelain skin without the slightest blemish.
Her beauty was not just striking—it was mesmerizing, commanding attention without effort.
She was perfectly developed, her figure carrying the maturity and elegance of someone beyond her years.
For the first time, I found myself comparing her to Celestia.
'Could she… rival her in beauty?' I Thought.
As if sensing my stare, the girl turned toward me, her cold, icy gaze meeting mine.
Her expression barely changed, but I caught the subtle shift the flicker of annoyance in her eyes.
She parted her lips, muttering something under her breath.
"Tsk. Another pest."
I read her lips effortlessly, but I decided to ignore her words.
Instead, I moved to take a seat third to last row, far enough to avoid unnecessary attention but still close enough to observe.
Just as I was about to settle in, an irritating voice rang out from my side.
"I can't believe I got put in with these pests. This is such humiliation."
I sighed inwardly.
Looks like this is going to be a long day.
The chatter in the classroom abruptly ceased.
As if an invisible force had commanded them, every student stopped whatever they were doing and stood up in unison.
The door had opened without a sound, and the man who stepped in exuded an aura of absolute authority.
He was dressed in a crisp black suit and coat, every part of his attire perfectly tailored, giving him the refined presence of a noble.
His black eyes were empty, devoid of warmth or emotion lifeless, yet unnervingly sharp, as if he could pierce through each student with just a glance.
His features were striking, almost unreal the kind you'd expect from a K-pop idol rather than a battle-hardened instructor.
But despite his flawless appearance, there was an unmistakable sense of cold detachment in his gaze, as if he saw no difference between the students before him and mere objects.
He took measured steps forward, moving with calculated precision.
Not a single sound came from the heels of his polished shoes as they touched the ground.
Stopping at the podium, he barely spared the class a glance before speaking.
A single word.
"Sit."
His voice wasn't loud, It didn't need to be.
The sheer weight of his presence alone was enough to send every student dropping back into their seats without hesitation.
A tense silence filled the room.
The class had begun.
The man let out a low sigh, his gaze sweeping over the classroom as if he were looking at piles of trash rather than students.
He took a moment, his lifeless black eyes scanning the faces before him, and then, in a voice laced with undisguised contempt, he spoke.
"Unbelievable."
The single word was drenched in disdain, as if merely being here was an insult to his existence.
"Out of all the assignments I could have received, out of all the places in this academy where my talents could have been put to good use, I was sent here… to Class D2."
He paused, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but it held no amusement only mockery.
"Class D2… the bottom of the bottom. The graveyard of failures. The pit where the weak, the useless, and the utterly talentless are thrown away, left to rot in mediocrity."
Some students visibly flinched at his words, others clenched their fists, but no one dared to speak.
He took a step forward, hands behind his back, his tone growing sharper with every word.
"Let's get one thing clear if you were placed in this class, it's because you're not good enough."
His voice was cutting, merciless.
"You lack strength. You lack skill. You lack discipline. You lack the sheer will to stand among the elite. That's why you're here because you are nothing but disappointments."
The room felt heavy, his presence suffocating as he continued.
"Lumina Academy is a place where heroes are made, where the strong rise to greatness, where those with true potential are forged into legends. And yet, you… You are the defective scraps left at the bottom of the forge, the ones who couldn't handle the fire."
His smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the obvious tension in the room.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking. Some of you are clinging to some delusional hope, aren't you?"
He chuckled, cold and humorless.
"You think you'll prove me wrong. That you'll claw your way out of this cesspool, rise above your station, and earn your place among the strong?"
His gaze darkened.
"Pathetic."
A flick of his wrist, and a surge of pure mana rippled through the air, a warning of the sheer difference in power between him and the students before him.
"I have seen students like you before weaklings who dream of glory but crumble at the first real challenge. Let me tell you now: ninety-nine percent of you will stay exactly where you are at the bottom."
He let his words settle, giving them a moment to sink in, before he continued in a low, deliberate tone.
"But…"
Another pause. A wicked glint flashed in his eyes.
"There is one simple way to prove me wrong."
He gestured at them, his smirk widening.
"Fight. Struggle. Claw your way out of the filth you were born in. If you truly have what it takes, then prove it. But until you do… until I see results, you are nothing."
With that, he turned, walking back toward the front of the room.
"Class is now in session."
I turned My head slightly, his eyes drifting toward the white-haired girl sitting near the window.
Her fingers curled into tight fists, her knuckles turning white as her sapphire-blue eyes burned with undisguised fury.
Her whole body trembled, not with fear, but with barely contained rage.
She's going to explode, Victor realized, watching as her mana began to stir, an icy chill creeping through the air around her.
Then—
Crash!
The desk in front of her splintered, a thin crack running along its surface as a sharp gust of mana flared for a second before vanishing.
The instructor's eyes flicked toward her, his smirk widening.
"Oh? A little snowflake with an attitude?" He crossed his arms, clearly amused.
The girl slowly stood up, her gaze murderous.
"You talk too much."
Her voice was cold, devoid of hesitation.
I sighed internally.
'Yep, She's going to fight him.'
The classroom grew tense, the air thick with unspoken hostility.
The white-haired girl slowly rose from her seat, her sapphire-blue eyes locked onto the instructor with an expression of icy disdain.
She smirked, her voice sharp like a dagger.
"If we are the lowest class of failures... then what does that make you?"
The instructor's smirk twitched, his eyes narrowing.
"Watch your mouth, girl."
But she wasn't done.
"You keep calling us weak, pathetic, a waste of time…" She tilted her head, mocking curiosity in her voice.
"Yet, out of all the instructors, you were the one assigned to this class."
Her words hung in the air like a blade pressed against the instructor's throat.
"If we are the lowest, then you are the lowest instructor."
The room went silent.
A few students gasped. Others held their breath.
Victor barely stopped himself from whistling. Damn, she's really going for it.
The instructor's face darkened, his black eyes flashing with something dangerous.
"Say that again."
The girl leaned forward, resting a hand on her desk.
"What? Did I stutter?" Her voice dripped with mockery. "You heard me the first time, didn't you?"
A chill ran through the room.
Victor could already tell this was about to get ugly.
Victor leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms as a smirk played on his lips.
This was better than any lecture.
The white haired girl was relentless, pushing the instructor's buttons without a hint of fear. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with amusement, as if she was enjoying every second of this.
The instructor's jaw clenched, but instead of lashing out, he let out a low chuckle.
"Entertaining." He tapped his fingers against the desk, his black eyes glinting. "I didn't expect someone with a spine in this pathetic class."
Victor raised a brow. Oh?
The instructor turned fully toward the girl, studying her as if she were a mildly interesting insect.
"Tell me, girl. What's your name?"
She tilted her head, a slow, taunting smile forming.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
The class collectively sucked in a breath.
Victor nearly laughed out loud.
The tension in the room was thick, but to him? This was pure entertainment. The white-haired girl wasn't just arrogant she had the guts to back it up.
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