I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!
Chapter 171 - 171: Gravity (1)

Standing at the edge of the floating island, Flakey's gaze swept across the class, his usual lighthearted demeanor absent—replaced by something far more serious.

"Let's say someone possesses a Supernatural Soul Trait. That would mean their true essence is far stronger than others—a force capable of shifting the balance of the World itself."

His tone remained steady, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it.

"But do you really think such power comes without cost?"

His eyes scanned the class as he pressed forward.

"There's a reason why nearly all Supernatural users die the moment they are born. A newborn's body simply cannot handle the overwhelming power of a Supernatural Trait."

"It leads to immediate death—before they can even take their first steps into the world."

Some students shifted slightly, the implications sinking in.

But Flakey wasn't finished.

"And if—by some miracle—one manages to survive through sheer luck?"

His voice dipped lower, his gaze sharper.

"They won't live long after that. The moment they begin actively using their Soul Trait—their fate is already sealed."

"The very reason the Supernatural Soul Trait is considered powerful… is also the reason for their downfall."

His words carried undeniable finality, leaving little room for optimism.

There was no fortune in possessing such a trait—only inevitability.

A murmur rippled through the classroom, but more noticeable than the whispers were the expressions worn by most of the nobles.

A distinct satisfaction gleamed in their eyes—a quiet sense of approval at the demise of Supernatural bearers.

Some even allowed small smirks to form—pleased by the fate of those born different, born too powerful.

Why wouldn't the children of noble families be pleased?

The birth of a Supernatural was already a rarity, but for one to be born within a noble house—was a rarity among the rarity that was nearly unheard of.

Most Supernatural beings emerged from commoners, their existence an anomaly beyond controlled lineage.

And should one manage to survive past childhood, should they persist beyond the natural forces that sought to erase them—

They would grow.

They would become powerful—dangerously powerful.

To the point where even noble houses could no longer control them.

And for nobles, the idea of an uncontrollable pawn—a force beyond their reach—was unacceptable.

Even the mere thought of it was enough to breed resentment and fear.

Flakey's eyes lingered on the students, scanning their expressions with a faint sense of disapproval.

Many—especially those of noble descent—wore satisfaction openly, their emotions barely concealed.

It wasn't a surprising reaction—but it was an unsettling one.

Still, Flakey chose not to dwell on their thoughts.

Instead, his focus shifted, voice carrying a new challenge as he pressed forward.

"Normal Soul Traits, which can be passive, active, or conditional depending on the individual—what do you think is required to use one?"

His question hung in the air, drawing immediate curiosity.

"A Soul Trait—no matter the type—does not require Mana or Aura as fuel."

"Instead, it relies entirely on Mental Strength or Willpower to activate. This is also the very reason why Supernatural users are stronger than most."

"Just imagine—while most people train for years, refining their skills and pushing their limits to grow stronger…"

A pause.

A flicker of realization sparking in some students' eyes.

"Supernaturals can simply exert their mind—a mere strain—and wield power that can change the world."

The moment Flakey finished his explanation, the classroom erupted into a chorus of opinions, voices layered with unwavering certainty.

"Yes, Teacher! Supernaturals shouldn't exist."

"It must be Heaven's Decree for them to die young."

"Those who disrupt the balance of the world—must perish."

The words flowed freely—no hesitation, no second-guessing.

And as Flakey observed their growing enthusiasm, he nodded, his expression unreadable.

Then, with an approving tone, he fed into their belief—

"It's right! It's good! Hate the Supernatural!"

The validation only heightened their excitement.

"Yes! That's right!"

"Even Teacher understands!"

A ripple of agreement spread through the nobles, their satisfaction evident.

Not everyone in the classroom was swept up in the cheers.

Among the sea of agreement, Leon sat still, his thoughts clashing against the collective mindset.

'This is wrong. We shouldn't hate someone just because they're born stronger than us. Instead, we should train harder—to catch up to them.'

Elsewhere, Ashok watched in silence, his gaze drifting across the classroom, reading the reactions. His thoughts carried a sharper edge, the amusement unmistakable.

'These fools, eagerly agreeing like sheep, don't realize they're in for a big surprise.'

Just as the energy in the room reached its peak, Flakey raised a hand, commanding their attention.

His usual grin returned—but this time, there was a flicker of something else beneath it.

"By the way!"

The noise died down almost instantly, every student waiting for his next words.

"Do you all remember the first question I asked at the start of class?"

His gaze swept across the room, lingering on the faces now caught in their own excitement.

"How I plan to train your Mind and Will?"

One of the students who had been cheering the loudest leaned forward, still caught in the lingering excitement.

"What about it, Teacher?"

Flakey's expression remained perfectly relaxed, as if he were discussing something trivial rather than shattering their assumptions in a single breath.

"You see—I am a Supernatural."

The words fell with eerie ease, his tone effortless, unburdened by the weight of what he had just revealed.

"And I will be training your Mind and Will using my Soul Trait."

The reaction was instantaneous.

The voices that once shouted so boldly—the ones that had spoken so freely about exterminating Supernaturals—

Vanished.

"…."

"…."

"…."

The very students who had cheered with unwavering conviction now sat frozen, their bodies stiff, expressions blank.

No words.

No protests.

Not even the slightest mutter of defiance.

Instead—they had turned into statues, as if their own minds refused to process the turn of events.

Flakey took in their silence with quiet amusement, though his eyes remained sharp—watchful.

The ones who had displayed the most hatred—the loudest voices in the room—refused to meet his gaze now.

Their heads hung slightly, their postures tense—as if the weight of their own words had suddenly become suffocating.

Only now did they understand.

Only now did the realization fully settle in.

What Would Have Happened—If the Teacher Had Responded in Kind to their mistake?

For the first time, those students grasped the severity of their own mistake.

Had Flakey responded the way they had wished upon Supernaturals—

Had he chosen to act upon their hatred—

None of them would have had the chance to protect themselves.

They would have been slaughtered like animals—helpless, powerless, unprepared.

And that fact sat heavier than any lecture he could have given.

While some students sat frozen in deep thought, grappling with self-realization, others remained untouched by the lesson's weight—still locked in their own perspectives.

One noble student clenched his jaw, his mind burning with quiet fury.

'How dare the Academy hire a Supernatural to teach us?'

His fingers twitched slightly, restrained frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Nearby, Elara's expression remained unreadable, though within her mind, a plan was already forming.

'I'm certain the Academy is secretly gathering power against the Empire.'

Her thoughts sharpened, her decision final.

'I must warn Father about this the moment class ends.'

Isolde sat back, arms loosely crossed, assessing the situation from afar.

Her gaze flickered between the students who had so eagerly called for the death of Supernaturals, and for the first time, she felt the weight of their ignorance.

'What's so special about Supernaturals?'

Her thoughts carried no hatred, only cold logic.

'They die too easily to be considered true threats. If anything, they are even lesser of a threat than from those born with powerful bloodlines or rare prodigy-level talent.'

A quiet scoff barely escaped her lips.

'Yet the nobility acts as if they are untouchable.'

Without hesitation, she mentally blacklisted every student who had openly advocated for their extermination.

Despite the sharp shift in the classroom's atmosphere, Flakey smiled, effortlessly adjusting his posture into something more relaxed—more inviting.

With a casual wave of his hand, he finally cut through the lingering silence.

"Now, now—there's no need to look so terrified. Though I may not quite look like it, I have been teaching at this Academy for fifteen years now."

He stretched briefly, sighing with dramatic exaggeration.

"And let me assure you—there is no need to worry. I will train your Mind and Will, just as I have been doing all these years."

The energy in the room shifted, his words offering a bridge back to normalcy—whether the students chose to take it or not.

"Before we move on to something practical, let me answer the last question lingering in the room."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable depth—a rare moment of solemn explanation.

"Why does a Supernatural like 'me' die not long after using their power for the first time?"

"Supernaturals fuel their abilities using Mental Strength or Willpower—but even then, they cannot directly impose their power upon the World outside. A soul exists within the body—deeply intertwined with its form."

He gestured outward, motioning toward the vast sky beyond the island's edge.

"Meanwhile, the world itself already has its own Will—an unyielding force that governs reality."

"How can you force the essence within your soul onto the world outside?"

A brief pause.

A subtle tension settled in the air—as if the answer was already forming in their minds.

"It's simply not possible if it was then everyone would be a walking God in the World."

"This is why Soul Traits—whether normal or Supernatural—can only be used through the body within the body."

His voice remained steady, authoritative—yet strangely inviting, ensuring every student could grasp the truth behind his explanation.

"No matter the strength of your Soul Trait, it exists within the limitations of your physical form."

He let those words settle before flashing a small grin—one that carried just a hint of warning.

"And that limitation—while often ignored—is what separates survival from destruction."

"But..."

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