Villainous Instructor at the Academy

"Where the hell is that damn faculty archives?" I muttered to myself, walking down one hallway after another. The academy was confusing, and I swear I'd passed the same paintings three times.

I needed those records. I needed to understand them. That was the only way I'd survive a month... no, a week with those students.

After what felt like forever, I finally saw a sign that said "Faculty Archives." I stopped and looked at the old wooden door, the handle all worn out.

I pushed the door open.

Inside, it was cold and quiet. Shelves filled with old books and papers lined the walls. The place smelled like dust and old leather.

A woman sitting behind a desk looked up. She seemed surprised to see me.

"Can I help you?" she asked, like she didn't really want to.

"I need the records for Class C," I said.

She gave me a long look, then typed something into the computer. "Class C, huh? Are you the one that headmaster mentioned."

I nodded. "Yeah, that's me. Their new professor."

She stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to size me up. "You sure you know what you're getting into? Class C's... not exactly easy to handle."

"That's why I need their files," I said, keeping my tone flat. "I need to know what I'm working with."

She didn't say anything more, just turned around and pulled a thick folder from a shelf behind her. She handed it over without a word, her fingers tapping the desk like she was ready for me to leave.

I took the folder and glanced at the cover. "Class C," it was written in red ink, like something omnious.

The woman eyed me again, her voice dropping low. "If you're smart, you'll tread carefully. You won't find anything in there that'll help you control them."

"Not planning to make it easy," I said, trying to sound confident as I turned and walked out.

I flipped open the folder as soon as I was out of the room. Names, ages, family histories... It was all standard stuff until I hit the behavioral notes. Every one of them had something marked under "incidents" or "warnings." Some were worse than others—fights, theft, disappearing for days at a time, and more. These students were more than just troublemakers—they were ticking time bombs.

I looked at the report of the students.

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Julien Ferne

Age: 16

Family Status: Fallen noble

Incidents: Multiple fights with staff, frequent detentions, unauthorized absences.

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Garrick Holt

Age: 16

Family Status: Commoner

Incidents: Injuring and almost crippling multiple students.

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Leo Ashford

Age: 16

Family Status: Runaway from home

Incidents: Theft, property damage.

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Felix Dorne

Age: 16

Family Status: Backwater Noble.

Incidents: not showing up in class and misinformation spreading.

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Cassandra Reed

Age: 16

Family Status: Unknown

Incidents: Unknown.

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Mira Lane

Age: 16

Family Status: Commoner

Incidents: Use of strange objects, use of Curses and cursed objects on staff and other students.

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Wallace Finn

Age: 16

Family Status: Fallen Noble

Incidents: Property damage, use of strange gadgets and manufacturing them to cause destruction around academy.

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I stared at the list, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach.

Julien Ferne, the one who'd caught my attention earlier, was bad enough. But the rest were just as messed up. Garrick Holt was practically a walking weapon, Felix Dorne couldn't even show up to class without causing chaos, and Mira Lane... cursed objects? I had a bad feeling that was only the tip of the iceberg.

The list went on, each one more concerning than the last. Cassandra Reed was an unknown, and that alone made her dangerous. Wallace Finn and his strange gadgets... just the thought made me shudder.

I closed the folder, my head spinning. I had to figure out how to deal with them, but how? These weren't just misbehaving kids—they were like wildfire, and I was stuck holding the match.

"Well," I muttered to myself, standing in the hallway, "at least this is going to be interesting."

But I wasn't sure I'd survive long enough to see the end of it.

This was a damn mess. And I was supposed to handle it? No wonder the last professor bailed. Honestly, I wouldn't blame him.

I took a deep breath and glanced down at the folder again. The worst part? It wasn't just their records that bothered me—it was the fact that the system sent me here. If this world followed the game, then Class C barely even mattered. A footnote at best. So why did I feel like something was off?

And why did the system want me here?

I flipped through the pages again, looking for anything unusual. Then I saw it.

A page near the back, separate from the rest. No student name, just a note.

[High-Risk Warning: Class C]

- Do not engage recklessly.

- Monitor closely.

- Incident Report: REDACTED.

What the hell was this?

A chill ran down my spine. This wasn't normal. Not for a group of misfits, not even for a school filled with noble politics and power-hungry brats.

I closed the folder and exhaled slowly.

Great. Just great.

I needed more information. But for now, I needed to prepare for tomorrow.

Because one thing was certain:

Class C wasn't just a group of problem students.

They were dangerous.

I tucked the folder under my arm and made my way back to the staff quarters, my mind still running in circles over what I'd just read.

A warning with redacted information? I'd seen my fair share of questionable things in my past life, but this felt like someone deliberately covering something up. And the worst part? I was stuck right in the middle of it.

I rubbed my temple. Focus.

Right now, I had a more immediate problem—preparing for tomorrow.

—The Next Morning—

Dawn hadn't even broken yet, but I was already outside, standing in the academy's old training yard. It was in the same sorry state as the rest of Class C's assigned areas—overgrown grass, cracked stone, and rusted training dummies that had clearly seen better days.

I sighed, stretching my arms. I could have held the session in the indoor gym like a sane person, but no, I wanted to make a point. If they wanted to slack off, fine. But if they actually showed up, I'd make damn sure they worked.

The sky had started to lighten when I heard footsteps.

One. Two. Three...

I turned, expecting to see maybe one or two students. Instead, the entire class was here.

I raised an eyebrow. Unexpected.

Julien strolled in front of the group, hands in his pockets, smirking like always. "Didn't think you'd actually show up, Professor."

"Funny," I said, crossing my arms. "I was thinking the same thing about you."

He laughed. A few others chuckled too, but most of them just watched, waiting to see what I'd do next.

I glanced over them. Some looked half-asleep. Mira Lane was holding a strange, rune-covered stone in her hand. Garrick was already stretching, like he expected some sort of physical test. Felix was yawning so hard he looked like he might pass out.

Alright. Time to set the tone.

"Since you all miraculously decided to show up, let's get one thing straight," I said, pacing in front of them. "I don't care if the academy's given up on you. I don't care about your records, your reputations, or whatever nonsense got you dumped into Class C."

I stopped, meeting their gazes one by one.

"But if you're here, in my class, you work. You train. You learn. Or you leave."

Silence.

Then Julien tilted his head. "That supposed to scare us?"

I smirked. "No. This is."

I reached into my coat, pulled out a small pouch, and tossed it onto the ground. It hit the dirt with a metallic clink, spilling out smooth, polished stones engraved with glowing blue runes.

Leo blinked. "…Are those—"

"Weighted stones," I said, grabbing one and tossing it up before catching it. "Each one gets heavier the longer you hold it. If you drop it, it resets. If you stop moving, it doubles in weight."

Garrick grinned. "Sounds fun."

"Oh, it will be," I said, tossing one to each of them. "Your task is simple: Run laps around the yard while holding onto these. First one to drop theirs gets to clean the training area for a week

Felix groaned. "Are you serious?"

I shrugged. "You can leave if you want."

Julien rolled the stone in his palm, eyes glinting with curiosity. "And what happens if you drop one, Professor?"

I smirked and tossed another stone up, catching it casually. "Who said I'm running with you brats? I'm here to see your sufferings" then I smirked.

Julien's smirk widened at my words. He tossed the stone lightly in his palm, eyes filled with that irritating mix of arrogance and amusement. "Oh? So that's how it is, huh?"

I simply crossed my arms. "Unless you're about to start running, I suggest you shut up and get moving."

Garrick let out a low chuckle, rolling his shoulders like he was actually looking forward to this. "Alright, fine. Let's see how bad this is."

One by one, the students took their places. Some looked skeptical—Felix, for example, was squinting at his stone like it personally offended him. Cassandra, the one with no incident reports, remained silent but studied her stone carefully. Mira kept twirling hers between her fingers, whispering something under her breath.

Yeah. That was probably a bad sign.

I took a step back and clapped my hands. "Start running."

At first, nothing happened. The students jogged at an easy pace, the stones resting lightly in their hands. Julien had that lazy grin, like he thought this was going to be a joke. Wallace was already eyeing the ground, probably planning an escape route.

Then, the magic kicked in.

Leo's eyes widened as his stone suddenly doubled in weight. "The hell?" He staggered slightly but managed to keep going.

Julien's smirk twitched when he felt it too, adjusting his grip as the weight shifted. Felix groaned loudly. "Oh, come on—"

Thud.

The first stone hit the dirt.