I Became the Daughter of the Academy’s Villain

<961 – Slave Hunt (8)>

The Omoshiroi Principal lives for fun.

However, the standards of this fun are quite different from what humans generally perceive as ordinary amusement.

[Boring games are tedious.]

At first, he enjoyed the amusement of pretending to be the underdog, teaching this one and that one a lesson.

Next, he relished disrupting the balance between nations for the revival of a small country.

Later, he engaged in a brutal bloodbath across the continent, clashing his fun with others of his kin.

Thus began the Ten Dragon War.

At the end of the fierce battle, Omoshiroi became the last survivor.

The Middle Realm now belonged to him.

Since the world had become entirely his, he became increasingly bored with ordinary amusements.

[I’m no longer interested in trivialities. I will only reap the fun of the world’s best cuisine.]

The Principal gathered numerous slaves named “World’s Best” from various places across the globe.

Indeed, those who pride themselves as the strongest in their fields had special moves that even the transcendent beings like dragons found impressive.

The life of a human.

The will of an organization.

The heart of a country.

It’s a shame to waste them as mere amusements, presenting an entertaining chatter worth observing, biting, and tasting.

But the limitations of most professors were quite clear.

[How’s the academy life? Are you adapting well? The facilities are good, the students’ level is high, and it’s more satisfying than expected?]

The professors were satisfied with academy life.

As that satisfaction grew, the Principal’s tolerance dropped.

No matter how long the novelty lasted, it couldn’t hold up for more than a year.

The professors’ hidden talents were quickly exposed.

Deep insights faded like a ladle scooping from a jar as the Principal’s wisdom drilled into the source of knowledge.

[Such a beautifully great challenge it is.]

[Well done. But there’s no further potential for technological advancement.]

[Technically impressive, but that’s all it was.]

The Principal began to feel tired.

The traces of challenges filled with deep realizations and profound truths gradually dimmed over generations.

Expectations about being the world’s best waned.

The thrill of the past.

Memories of the Ten Dragon War.

The recollection that his fun could be challenged and trampled by someone else’s fun grew increasingly faint.

[Is this all the enjoyment the so-called world’s best academy can offer?]

Disappointment washed over the Principal.

To placate this disappointment, he decided to hold a weekly event.

Although the professors’ potentials were shut, he thought the students would be different.

That from the same teaching and education, they could show different interpretations and realizations.

As the professors’ levels sank, he tested the students with increasingly intense weekly events.

Thus came the year 981.

The Principal felt a fresh shock for the first time in ages.

[It’s different. This Little One is certainly different.]

Oknodie.

The heir of the Wahyhiemhai Foundation.

She didn’t interpret the prescribed teachings as “model answers,” but twisted and combined them, creating a new formula.

It was fun.

For the first time in a while, the Principal realized he was alive.

He felt a sense of fulfillment in the boring amusements.

That fulfillment grew as Oknodie rapidly developed.

Among the numerous Observation Eyes spread across the campus, more and more were allocated to observe Oknodie alone.

Observing her surroundings, watching the professors who interacted with her.

Monitoring the repercussions of her actions while observing the world change.

And now, among the many Observation Eyes, an intriguing bluff was detected.

“If infiltration fails at the hidden location of Professor Buzhaar’s dimensional clones, say this: ‘The Principal is coming to seize the facilities!’”

Oknodie intended to use the Principal’s name to thwart Professor Buzhaar’s secrets.

Oknodie and Buzhaar.

A clash between beings at the top echelon of students and professors that Omoshiroi hoped would entertain him.

‘Which side would I miss more if it disappeared?’

‘Which side holds greater potential?’

‘Which side suits my fun better?’

The Omoshiroi Principal pondered fiercely.

And he reached a conclusion.

[Buzhaar’s moves have all been read by Oknodie.]

[Oknodie’s moves remain unread.]

It was decided.

What he needed to protect was Oknodie.

So the Principal showed his ‘kindness.’

[I have arrived.]

Oknodie and Sing turned the bluffed arrival of the Principal into reality.

Of course, the students receiving the Principal’s favor did not feel joy, battling through near-death experiences during the weekly events.

[Self-destruction halted.]

[Magic collapse incoming.]

A colossal World Domain engulfing the entire world, accompanied by the loud words of the Principal.

With just the aftermath, the magical formations across the facility crumbled, and the self-destruct mechanisms halted in the midst of chaos.

Sing took the opportunity to effortlessly escape using the explosion caused by the self-destruction protocol without lifting a finger.

‘Why did that really happen?!’

Sing panicked but realized soon after.

The Principal could quit if the lecture became dull.

It’s entirely possible someone might call on him when he was just bored.

Overthinking the reason proved useless.

And it was indeed true.

[Professor Buzhaar’s secret storage. Quite interesting. With the hero’s cells and his own cells merged to create vessels of clones. If so, it could expand one’s ‘talent’ and engrave unparalleled sensations onto one’s soul.]

Just as Sing felt overwhelmed facing a guardian with eight heads and twenty arms, the guardian felt burdened facing the Omoshiroi Principal.

“Great being. This place is a personal dimension prepared for Professor Buzhaar’s private training.”

[So what, are you telling me to leave?]

“Regrettably, as a guardian tasked with protecting the private property, I must request your exit. Your kind understanding would be greatly appreciated.”

The guardian’s polite request earned a scoff from the Principal.

The mischief rising on the massive face of the dragon wasn’t much different from the playful thoughts of Oknodie, who intended to tease Titosso.

[So which Buzhaar are you referring to?]

“What do you mean by that…?”

The power of Omoshiroi imbued the clones of Professor Buzhaar asleep in their incubation capsules.

At that moment, the guardian’s face turned pale as it realized what was about to happen.

Clunk, clunk, clunk

The capsules, which would awaken upon the clones gaining consciousness, were opened in a chain reaction.

Different clones, young and old, male and female, all emerged from the capsules, with the expressions of the clones—who should activate one by one—hardened collectively.

“Why did other clones, other than me, the ‘heir,’ wake up?”

“I have something to say, spare parts.”

“An obnoxiously muscular male frame? Claiming to be the real deal while being neither a woman, an old man, nor short? That’s just laughable!”

The Buzhaar clones were in disarray, each asserting they were the real one while dismissing the others as defective!

“Guardian. Strip the ‘clones’ of their life magic formula.”

“Listen to your master. Dispose of the rest, except for me!”

“What nonsense. I am your master!”

The clones attempted to exert influence over the monster cells but couldn’t overpower each other’s control, thus failing to dominate one another.

The alternative proposed was an additional security measure to prevent their hijacking, urging each clone to activate the backup set by the guardian.

The Principal’s act of favor to support Oknodie and spur Buzhaar involved making the clones independent entities!

Oknodie’s reaction could be previewed on Sing’s face.

“…What’s this? I don’t know what it is, but it certainly feels messed up right now?”

Realizing they couldn’t stay put, the clones began fighting each other in a civil war.

An infinite competition of survival among numerous monsters, along with the project to create the strongest monster, commenced among the clones of Professor Buzhaar.

[It’s nice to see you’re enjoying yourself. It seems like using some strength was worth it. The Principal certainly must do good deeds.]

It was the Omoshiroi Principal’s act of kindness that nobody appreciated, and it turned into chaos.

*

Meanwhile, in a special dimensional space, Professor Buzhaar suddenly sensed the complete disappearance of all the ‘extra lives’ connected to him through his clones.

“Show the power of experience, Professor Buzhaar! Deliver a bloody iron hammer to the wicked Michael!”

“This insufferable thing! Trapping me while cutting off my escape routes behind me?!”

“Eh… I just cheered you on…?”

Professor Buzhaar was seriously enraged.

How many times had he been tricked by that brazen Oknodie’s youthful face?

[Hidden World Raid Boss - Buzhaar]

[Final Phase – Monster Gathering]

The summoning of all monsters to recall the legion was completely paralyzed.

Having no idea that other clones had swept all the monsters away, Buzhaar began to feel fear surpassing anger.

As a professor for a millennium, faced with a crisis he’d never encountered before, Buzhaar felt his strength fading.

“I surrender. Just spare my life.”

Not knowing why, Buzhaar’s defiance was crushed, and Oknodie felt a rush of joy.

“Then please sign here!”

“What’s this contract?”

“A private mercenary contract to conduct a training program tailored to help your juniors and classmates grow using the power of the monster legion!”

Her gesture of ensuring her friends’ specs would be raised before graduation hinted at why Oknodie was called a minor evil dragon.

Not a single recipient appreciated it, just like the Principal, who felt smug all by himself.

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