I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!
Chapter 172 - 172: Gravity (2)

"But if Soul Traits were only limited by the body, Supernaturals wouldn't be considered much of a threat."

"As you all know, every Soul Trait grows stronger the more it is used. And this same principle applies to Supernatural Soul Traits."

Flakey gestured broadly, his arms outstretched as if embracing the very concept of danger itself.

"Now, imagine this—Supernatural Soul Traits are already powerful from the moment they manifest. But as they grow further, the body—the fragile human vessel—simply cannot contain them."

"And when that happens—the inevitable follows."

He exhaled dramatically before throwing his arms wide into the air—

"Like a BOOM!"

His voice rang through the space, accompanied by an exaggerated explosion gesture, fingers splaying outward in mock destruction.

A few students flinched instinctively, the sheer energy of his movements catching them off guard.

Even the more composed ones couldn't ignore the visualization—the undeniable truth behind it.

Then—his posture relaxed, a familiar grin tugging at his lips as he brought them back to the core of the lesson.

"But—if death was the only destiny for Supernaturals…"

His voice carried a teasing edge, the words sinking deeper into the minds of those who had once been so certain about their fate.

"Then I wouldn't be alive."

"Just as our bodies hold our essence in the form of the Supernatural Soul Trait, it also holds the energy of the World in form of Mana and Aura."

The sentence drifted across the classroom, sinking into the minds of his students, some nodding slowly in understanding.

"Throughout our lives, we constantly push past our limits in Mana and Aura, striving toward the Superior Realm—the Realm of Rankers, and even beyond, into the territory of the Ascended."

A flicker of anticipation settled in some students' eyes—the idea of breaking past barriers, of ascending beyond what was known, was an undeniable desire for many.

Yet—his next words carried a new perspective, one that few had ever considered before today.

"Just as we shatter those walls for Mana and Aura, the same principle applies to the Soul Trait."

"We can break the Wall of Death. And the key to breaking that wall is Enlightenment."

The statement alone held weight, but it was the next revelation that brought a new layer of complexity.

"The Enlightenment of the Soul from the Body—the realization that rewrites the very fabric of existence, or the Soul Manifestation Stage."

"It is the moment where the Energy of the World, the Body, the Mind, and the Soul align—allowing the burden of power to shift beyond the limitations of flesh alone."

"Once a Supernatural reaches the Soul Manifestation Stage, they can harness their Soul Trait by using Mana or Aura as fuel."

"And more than that—they can manifest their abilities beyond their own body, shaping the outside world itself."

With a small smirk, he added—

"And from my words, I'm sure you've already guessed it—I have attained the Soul Manifestation Stage."

Immediately, the shift in the room was unmistakable.

Among the students, Althea, Leon, and Isolde sat forward, eyes gleaming with newfound interest, their minds absorbing this rare insight into the workings of true supernatural power.

Meanwhile, several noble students remained stiff, their expressions faltering slightly—a sourness settling in the corners of their mouths.

For them, the concept of a Supernatural surpassing the Wall of Death—of one standing before them as a teacher, guiding their education—was anything but welcome.

And Flakey noticed all of it.

Still, he continued without hesitation, not affected by the gazes of students.

"Now—don't take this to mean that normal Soul Trait users cannot reach the Soul Manifestation Stage."

A few students who had previously dismissed the idea of transcending limits now listened more closely.

"The difference is—the Wall they face is far greater."

"Supernatural beings, due to their stronger essence, hold a deeper connection to their soul."

He exhaled lightly before concluding—

"This makes breaking through a bit easier for them—but even then, very few ever succeed."

"Now, everyone—I've already given you the entire lecture for the semester."

His tone carried a casual finality, as if brushing aside the weight of the theoretical lessons they had just absorbed.

"I won't be giving any more verbal lectures from this point forward."

A flicker of surprise passed through some students' faces.

"From now on, every single class will be practical training. Because your mind won't grow stronger just by listening to my words."

He clapped his hands once, the sound crisp against the still air.

"Since I mentioned at the start of class that today would be light, I want all of you to begin by sitting in a lotus position and closing your eyes."

A few students hesitated—then, one by one, they followed his instructions, shifting their positions atop the massive tree stumps that had served as their seats.

The stumps were broad enough, allowing each of them to comfortably assume the position without issue.

As the final student adjusted, Flakey's voice carried again—this time, firmer, more authoritative.

"Now—do not open your eyes. Just listen to my words. Follow them with your ears, without questioning."

A pause. A sharp inhale.

Then, his voice lowered slightly—an edge of warning beneath his instruction.

"I will repeat—do not open your eyes. Whoever does will be out."

A ripple of tension subtly passed through the class—but none dared to disobey the command.

Flakey allowed a brief silence to settle before continuing.

"What I will be conducting now is a Concentration Test."

"Since we discussed Soul Traits as the prime topic of this lecture, I want each of you to focus entirely on your own."

"Think only about your Soul Trait. Forget everything else. The outside world does not exist—only your essence remains."

As Flakey spoke, his voice dipped lower, carrying an almost hypnotic rhythm—steady, unwavering.

His hands lifted slightly, and from his fingertips, waves of white mana began to unfurl—soft yet deliberate.

The energy drifted outward, spreading across the classroom, weaving through the gathered students.

Yet—none of them noticed anything strange.

Flakey continued, his voice subtly shifting, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Think deeper. Concentrate on your soul."

The words didn't just register—they sank in, embedding themselves into the minds of each student.

"You are the closest to your soul. No one else—only you."

His eyes flickered with quiet satisfaction as he saw subtle changes in their postures.

"Forget the outside. Only you and your soul exist. Imagine your soul."

A slow pause, the very air tightening with unseen energy, as his Soul Trait began to take effect.

Then—Flakey stopped, his hands lowering, the waves of mana fading as effortlessly as they had appeared.

His gaze, now sharp and discerning, swept across the classroom, watching.

Observing.

This was the true test.

After using his Soul Trait, he was now monitoring the response from each student's Mind and Will—the unspoken reactions hidden beneath the surface.

What he witnessed here would dictate how he would proceed with future lessons.

Among the seated figures, Ashok remained completely still, his posture steady, his breath even.

His mind, however, was already plunging deeper into the exercise.

Unlike when he trained his Mana Core, this process felt different—more natural, more instinctive.

And it didn't take long.

In mere moments, the image of his Soul Trait began to form within his mind, clear and undeniable.

Ashok felt as though he had stepped outside his own existence, watching his body from a perspective unbound by physical constraints.

Seated in the lotus position, his form appeared hollow—no flesh, no bones—just an infinite darkness stretching endlessly in all directions.

Yet, in the center of that vast emptiness, something unmistakable stood out.

There—within the depths of his being—two spheres swirled with quiet authority.

One radiated a deep purple glow, its presence commanding, its form slightly larger than the other.

The second sphere shimmered in stark white, smaller but no less significant.

Ashok's gaze settled on them, and instinctively, their identities became clear.

Gravity.

Inventory.

His two Soul Traits—manifested before his mind's eye.

Without hesitation, Ashok shifted his focus toward Gravity, allowing its presence to pull at his consciousness.

The moment he did—something changed.

The weight of the outside world faded as if it had never existed in the first place.

What remained?

Only him and his soul.

Watching from his tree stump podium, Flakey kept a careful eye on the students, gauging their responses one by one.

Then—a flicker of movement caught his attention.

His gaze snapped toward Adlet, his expression shifting as he observed what was unfolding before him.

His brows raised slightly, his arms crossing as a quiet sense of marvel settled into his thoughts.

Flakey had seen students with strong Mind and Will before, but this—this was something different.

'What absurd mental concentration.'

The thought held no exaggeration—only truth.

'I have never seen such talent of mind in my entire life.'

He watched as Adlet immersed himself completely, his presence so deeply connected to his soul that the outside world no longer existed for him.

'He has already forgotten everything else—completely lost in the sense of self.'

Flakey, who had been observing Adlet, suddenly felt a subtle shift in his body.

And His eyes widened by what he saw.

Meanwhile, Ashok—completely immersed in his Soul Trait—remained unaware of the world around him.

His Soul Trait was responding to him—interacting with him—as if acknowledging his presence in return.

Though he couldn't define it through structured logic, if asked to summarize his understanding in a single thought—two words surfaced within his mind.

'Positive' and 'Negative.'

The fundamental essence of his ability.

Without hesitation, Ashok's focus gravitated toward the 'Negative' aspect.

And as he delved deeper—he felt himself falling as if he had become light.

Or rather—disconnecting.

From everything except his soul.

Back in the physical world, Flakey's eyes remained locked on Adlet, as his head slowly tilted upwards.

Adlet's body, once firmly seated upon the massive tree stump, was no longer touching its surface.

His form, still cross-legged, still perfectly at ease, had begun to lift.

Upwards.

Slowly.

Effortlessly.

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