I am successfully adapting to the environment as a run-of-the-mill mob character, an unrecognizable extra.

A month has gone by, and the inquisitive gazes of hostility are getting a lot lesser. They better do, since I am expressively showing my incompetence in the past few days.

There was this one time when a teacher asked me a question during recitation—

"How much of the potential does a person needs to be qualified as a Magical-grade?"

"Uh...," Starting with this is crucial to instill that mob persona.

"It's 49%?" and answering in a rising intonation, as if asking, will then give that 100% average feel.

"Wrong, it's 50%." The instructor irritatedly said. Giving the wrong answer will also help boost that stereotype that this guy is a mob. And via bandwagon, everyone else will follow thinking that I am incompetent.

What can I say, I learned from the best.

Then there is also during my individual training—

Twice a week, Mondays and Fridays, we are given the whole day to train individually, so that the students can explore their abilities

"Hey, champion! How about you teach us some pointers."

"Yeah, he's a champion after all."

"What do you say, Rodney? Let's ask him for a spar..."

The perpetrator of this bullying is none other than the group of this four, led by the noble supremest, Rodney.

"Ouch! Hey, this is just a spar!"

"Champion my ass, you are a weakling that doesn't deserve to be here. Die!"

Rodney used his ability, he is a pyrokinetic variant that can burn matter through his eyesight. He can shoot lasers from his eyes and remotely lock his vision to multiple enemies. The lasers follow me like a bee. I can hardly dodge it, and it's sapping my strength.

I suffered quite a lot of burns in addition to the cutting of a somatic speed type mutant wielding a curved sword. Meanwhile, a metamorphic mutant with part wolf genetics is taking a bite at me here and there. I cannot also forget the telekinetic who keeps on pummeling me with his invisible bolts of force from the side.

"Ack—! Stop!"

I am being beaten the life out of me... Not that I sustained any serious injuries, but the amount of blood I am spewing is quite the spectacle!

Watch! This is my secret technique!

BLOODY TRAILS! I flew with an exaggerated spin as blood splattered everywhere. By the way, the blood and pain are real.

"Gueh, ple-ase sto-p..." I stuttered, as I miserably crawl. This pain is necessary to reestablish my image as a weakling, far from the brutal fighter I was in the assessment.

I was sent to the infirmary every time this happens. Thanks to Deron's meddling and hero complex, the beatings got lesser. When Deron saw the injustice I am suffering, the guy is helpfully mediating the beating. There are no combat instructors to oversee the individual training, this is to promote independence and initiative to the students. It has its advantages and disadvantages.

Now that I have lowered their attention from me, it's time to settle some of my agendas.

The academy has a rule of one room for one student. This means that everyone in the academy doesn't have any roommates.

I remembered Pedro's room number. I stalked him for some time. The guy rarely goes back into his dorm. Most of the time, Pedro spends his free time using the academy facilities for training. The guy will eventually return to his room given the strict curfew of the academy.

My system with a game-like interface displayed the Academy map. I have not been idle in my time as a patient in the infirmary. I tweaked my abilities quite a lot, exploring its limitations. After a lot of psychedelic simulations, I am able to recreate the legendary system from litrpgs.

The system is like an illusory set of white lines, like a hallucination but with more defined features. It's quite revolutionary.

I tucked a pink envelope under the door, sliding it in the gap. Pink is a lovely color. You can't help but notice it. This way, Pedro won't ever miss the envelope.

The night is about to strike as the dusk slowly settles in. The curfew is until 9, so I still have time since it's only 6:00 in the afternoon.

A girl with dark hair and thick eyebags sat by a fountain. She looked thin, almost anorexic if not for the clothes covering her. Her uniform is a roughly sewn cloth taken from mismatching uniforms of different sizes. Her eyes are as dull as it's blind. I sneaked in her then whispered with my voice an enticement she can't resist.

I walked away giving not a damn to the flustered girl.

That girl is positively a surprise to me. I only saw her in the group assessment. She did very terribly, but that doesn't stop me from wanting her. Eliya Endshire, the demon's vessel is an important piece that completes the final boss of the story. Getting a hold of her is a must if I want to turn this world upside down. Of course, the butterfly effect will be detrimental to my progress, but I am willing to take the risk.

I have no plans of living a slow and easy life. I want this world, and that's final. It's either this world or none at all. By none, I meant the world. If I can't have it, I will destroy it.

The chill of the night reminds me of a month ago. Alfir have no parents? Fuck you! I had parents, but that damned tampering made me forget them. My only lead is Minion #12913's memories, but this recruitment drive takes priority.

That night changed me, from my perspective to my very objectives. Initially, I wanted world domination for fun. But now? I will do it with fervor devotion.

Whoever is controlling me, world domination must also be in their mind. Eventually, we will collide as this world continue to be torn asunder. This recruitment drive will be my starting point.

I knocked on the door in hurry. I heard the scrambling of the person behind it. When it opened, it revealed a pink-haired beauty— Zia Zaratul.

Her bruises were no more since the assessment, but the fear in her eyes is still evident. It looks like I did a good job beating her.

I flashed my brightest smile, showing her my pearly whites, then said "Let's have a date. Tomorrow, 6:00 am. Wear your Sunday's best. Academy Plaza."

Then I walked out catching a glimpse of her contorting bitter face.

***

TRIVIA!

Academy Plaza— just at the main academy building's front gate. The Plaza is where all kinds of people gather for meet-ups since the place is good for sightseeing, has good food stalls, and plenty of carriages for commuting.

Under the Plaza hides a mysterious crypt created by an ancient undead monster.