I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!
Chapter 168 - 168: Mind and Will Training (3)

What Was He Doing? That was the question that went through the mind of students.

Yet—just as suddenly as his voice had filled the room, Flakey spread his arms wide, taking in the moment as though expecting applause.

Then, without explanation—he closed his eyes.

Silence hung heavily in the air.

"…?"

"…?"

"…?"

The students exchanged uncertain glances, staring at their new instructor—who remained standing perfectly still, arms extended, eyes shut, offering no further words.

Was he waiting for something?

Was this part of his lesson?

Or—was he just bizarre beyond reason?

Whatever the case—no one knew what to do next.

The silence in the classroom stretched for what felt like an eternity, yet Flakey remained unwavering, his arms still dramatically outstretched, his eyes closed as if absorbing an invisible energy.

Then—after a full minute—he cracked open one eye, scanning the frozen expressions before him with an exaggerated sigh.

"What are you all doing, sitting there like stone statues? Didn't I tell you to welcome me? Give me a round of applause! Come on!"

His voice carried mock exasperation, as if genuinely offended by the lack of enthusiasm.

The students exchanged hesitant glances, unsure how to react—until finally, one student tentatively clapped.

CLAP!

Another followed—

CLAP! CLAP!

And soon, the entire room erupted into a forced rhythm of applause, echoing through the classroom—

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The sound was synchronized, albeit reluctant, as students played along, their expressions ranging from mild amusement to outright confusion.

Ashok sat with his arms crossed, unmoved by the theatrics, barely even acknowledging the scene unfolding around him.

Flakey basked in the applause, his grin widening, his posture shifting into something borderline triumphant.

"YES! YES! This is it! I can feel your love for me—Keep Going!... Keep It Going!"

His words carried far too much drama, his arms swaying slightly as if absorbing the admiration—until suddenly—

"Now you can stop. Too much love is not good."

The abrupt change caused a few students to snicker under their breath, stifling quiet laughs at the absurdity of it all.

Flakey stretched briefly before tilting his head, his expression shifting into something more curious.

"See? It's better if you laugh. Children should always laugh and play while they're young."

His voice took on a philosophical air, though his grin didn't fade.

"I don't understand why some of you sit in silence and glare at the teacher like a hundred year old man. It's scary, you know?"

The classroom, which had initially been filled with confusion and uncertainty, gradually grew more lively as the students observed Teacher Flakey's unconventional approach.

Compared to the instructors they had encountered so far, Flakey was undeniably different.

After all, up until this moment, their experiences had been limited to—

Mia, who embodied strict professionalism, her authority absolute.

Hamiel and Frederick, both of whom had shown clear favoritism toward Adlet, not to forget Hamiel nearly caused ten students to faint under his pressure.

Now, faced with Flakey's unpredictability, the classroom felt less rigid, even if his presence remained eccentric.

With an exaggerated flourish, Flakey cleared his throat, preparing for yet another introduction—

"I will introduce myself again!"

His voice carried dramatic enthusiasm, as though expecting applause for simply stating his name.

"My name is Flakey. You can call me Teacher Flakey, and I will be the one to hone your mind—"

He pressed a finger against his forehead, pausing momentarily before continuing—

"And your will."

He immediately clenched his fist, raising it with exaggerated emphasis, ensuring the point landed with theatrical effect.

After letting his words settle, he clapped his hands together, shifting to a more serious tone—well, as serious as Flakey could manage.

"Now, in my class, I want you all to wear your tracksuits and keep all your artifacts away, including storage rings."

The students exchanged glances, recognizing the rule as something the Academy enforced across various physical training sessions.

Yet—Flakey's expression held a mischievous glint.

"That's what the Academy wants me to say—BUT!"

His grin widened as he continued—

"I will permit you all to wear your storage rings. If you have any other artifacts, simply store them inside your rings during class hours."

His words strayed from the strict enforcement most instructors adhered to, already setting him apart from the others.

"As for the tracksuits—that is compulsory."

He gestured toward their standard uniforms before shaking his head.

"Light clothing is better for your mind than the restrictive uniforms you're all wearing."

His reasoning was unexpected, yet oddly logical.

Flakey stood at the podium, hands resting casually on his hips as he swept his gaze across the classroom.

"Since you've all received your schedules today and it's our first class, I'll allow you to keep your uniforms on—just for today."

His words held rare leniency, something that immediately set him apart from the others.

"I'll be teaching something light, so don't worry—I know you all will start hating me if I gave an order like this."

Then, his posture shifted as he suddenly straightened, his expression turning eerily cold and authoritative—

Mimicking Teacher Mia's exact demeanor, his voice clipped into high pitch and commanding as he declared—

"Go to your dorms. Change into your tracksuits. Return in ten minutes."

The imitation was spot on, so perfect that for a brief second, it sent a strange sense of urgency through the classroom—

Before laughter erupted, breaking through the tension.

A suppressed snort escaped a student—

"Ptfff!"

Then, another—

"Haha!"

Within seconds, the classroom filled with laughter, the students unable to hold back their amusement at Flakey's dramatic impersonation.

Flakey's grin widened as he raised a finger in mock warning—

"Now, now! Keep this a secret from Teacher Mia! She might complain about me, you know?"

"Jokes aside—let's move to a more open space. If I start teaching within these four walls, your minds might end up trapped within them too."

His words carried an unexpected wisdom, aside form his playful manner.

A quick snap of his fingers followed, a faint pulse of mana spreading through the air.

Just like the previous day, a massive magic circle materialized beneath everyone's feet.

In an instant—the entire class vanished.

The transition was swift, seamless, leaving behind no trace as the space around them warped into something entirely different.

As the students opened their eyes, their surroundings had completely changed.

They stood upon a vast clearing, the ground beneath them solid yet unfamiliar.

Behind them, an endless forest stretched beyond sight, thick with towering trees, their dense canopy casting faint shadows despite the bright morning light.

Ahead—the land abruptly ended, revealing a sharp drop, an unseen depth below hidden beneath distant clouds.

Beyond the edge, the sky expanded into a brilliant horizon, where only clouds and open air remained.

The sheer contrast of the environment left many stunned, some turning in quiet awe at the untouched beauty of it all.

Standing at the very edge of the island, Flakey's presence drew their focus.

Balanced atop a tree stump, he surveyed the class with a relaxed stance, before addressing them—

"Everyone, take a seat."

The students glanced around, noticing that surrounding them were neatly placed stumps, scattered across the clearing in precise formation.

Each seat—carved from felled trees, their bases still rough from recent cuts, clearly marking that they had once belonged to the forest behind them.

And yet—there were exactly fifty.

Not one more. Not one less.

Standing atop his makeshift podium—a tree stump perched at the very edge of the island—Flakey scanned the class, his usual grin in place.

With a wave of his hand, he motioned toward the vast expanse behind him, addressing the lingering curiosity among the students.

"I'm sure many of you are wondering where exactly we are. This place is one of the Mini Islands that float around the Academy."

A few students glanced toward the sky, finally registering the sheer altitude at which they stood, the endless sea of clouds stretching far beyond the island's edge.

Flakey continued, shifting his stance slightly atop the stump.

"There are many of these islands around the Academy. The area where the Academy Castle, dorms, and other facilities exist?"

He gestured vaguely in the direction of the distant mainland, though it wasn't visible through the thick mist of clouds.

"That's what you can consider the Main Island—or the Center Island. Call it whatever you like. These Mini Islands exist specifically for specialized teaching. Students are only allowed here during class hours."

His expression remained relaxed, though his words carried a subtle weight—an unspoken reminder that these locations weren't simply meant for sightseeing.

"Most of the time, they aren't visible at all."

He shifted his gaze toward the sky, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Clouds cover them, keeping them hidden. Though, if the mist ever thins—or if you have exceptionally sharp eyesight—you might catch glimpses of other floating islands."

Flakey clapped his hands together, bringing their attention back to him.

"Now—since this course is called 'Mind and Will Training,' let me ask you this."

He scanned their faces, letting the anticipation build.

"How do you think I'll be training your mind and will? Any guesses?"

His voice carried a playful challenge, daring the students to think beyond the obvious.

The classroom fell into a quiet moment of contemplation, each student processing Flakey's question in their own way.

Even Flakey himself mirrored their silence, letting the anticipation linger.

Then—a hand rose into the air, breaking the pause.

It was Althea.

Flakey's gaze shifted toward her, an intrigued spark flashing through his expression.

"Go on."

Without hesitation, Althea spoke with certainty—

"The use of illusions."

A grin tugged at Flakey's lips, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee as he considered her response.

"Illusions, huh?"

His tone carried a hint of approval, yet something in his demeanor suggested there was more to his opinion.

"Naturally, illusions are a clever and effective way to train the mind."

His voice dipped slightly, carrying the weight of experience—

"But that's the style of the Magic Tower."

He leaned forward, balancing himself on the stump as he waved a hand dismissively.

"I don't like copying the style of others."

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