Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

On the first day of school, no one wants to be late.

"Class is about to start! Class is about to start! Books, books... oh! And the keys!"

Natz, who lived next door to Domi, hurriedly stuffed the books he needed for the day into his crudely made shoulder bag, put on his brand-new leather shoes, and rushed out the door. His tie, which he had no idea how to tie, fluttered behind him, making him look quite dashing as someone who was about to be late.

Just as he reached the corridor and was about to charge towards the entrance, the door next to him suddenly opened.

He peered inside with curiosity, wondering who was even bolder than him, having just come out at this hour.

Then I saw Domi leisurely brushing her teeth while still wearing her pajamas.

He froze, stunned, and exclaimed in surprise, "You're not that..."

At this moment, Nats once again recalled the fear of being dominated by Domi, the man who took down one kid with a single punch and won a Grand Slam!

"What's wrong? You know me?"

At this moment, the fear of being late temporarily took a priority over Domi, and he quickly shook his head and said:

"I don't know you, but we're going to be late for class, aren't you worried at all?!"

"No rush, I..."

"I sympathize with you, but I must go first!"

Before Domi could finish speaking, Natsu, who couldn't wait any longer, had already run off, his figure disappearing in an instant.

"It can be teleported there..."

Being able to teleport directly from the dormitory to the classroom was Domi's strongest wish when she was in school in her previous life, especially when she was at 8 a.m. and carrying takeout back to the dormitory. Now that she has the means, she naturally has to make good use of it.

So yesterday he put a teleportation point in the classroom, so he could just teleport there after washing up, and even bring along an unlucky guy who was about to be late.

Unfortunately, the unlucky guy didn't get to hear him finish speaking.

Today's first class is a class meeting for Class A, to get to know each other and introduce some of the college's rules and regulations.

Most people are already in the classroom.

Edward, Argyle, and Ivy sat together, discussing where to have lunch.

Schneider, the son of the Beast Chancellor, was surrounded by a group of people, like the center of the class, and they seemed to be having a great time chatting.

Nancy sat in her seat, gazing longingly at the corridor outside the classroom.

The homeroom teacher, with her green seaweed-covered head, was catching up on sleep while slumped over the lectern.

Just then, hurried footsteps and heavy breathing came from the corridor. Nats entered the classroom at the last minute and sat down in a seat next to Nancy.

"Isn't this too rushed? You almost missed your deadline."

Nats wiped the sweat from his forehead and, after a moment, said, "I didn't want to either, but the beds here are just too comfortable."

Nancy tilted her head: "Is the bed too comfortable?"

"On the way to Kalia, I slept on the ground. If there were wild animals, I would sleep in a tree. It was really hard to get down from a real bed."

"..."

Nancy was speechless. Nats had indeed gone through a lot of hardship on his journey.

"Where is that person? Hasn't he arrived yet?"

"Who?"

"It seems to be my neighbor, who lives right next door. When I left, he hadn't even changed his clothes and was even brushing his teeth. Does he have some kind of privilege that allows him to ignore being late?"

Both of them thought of Domi at the same time.

Nancy shook her head: "There are no privileged classes at Kalia Academy. Everyone is an ordinary student. Even princes are punished if they are late."

Locals in Kalia don't usually refer to the academy as the Imperial Academy; it seems to have become a common saying.

"He's incredibly brave..."

As if guided by a biological clock, Stewart struggled to his feet with a roar (and a yawn), barely managing to stand upright and looking around:

"Is everyone here? Those who are not here, please stand outside. We will now begin our first class meeting."

However, just as Stewart finished speaking, a white light suddenly flashed in the open space behind the classroom, and a teleportation array appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Domi slowly walked out and, under the gazes of the whole class who were 'surprisingly, there is such a thing?', calmly sat down in the seat that Argyle had reserved for him in advance.

Nats and Nancy, in particular, were almost dumbfounded. What was the point of getting up early, taking a carriage, flying or running all the way here? A simple teleportation array could have solved the problem.

Stewart raised an eyebrow and pointed at Domi:

"Dominic Brofield, you're late. Go stand by the door."

With that name and Edward and Argyle sitting around him, everyone knew his identity and couldn't help but sigh.

All three sons entered Class A with an air of superiority, with Dominic even getting a perfect score, although he was in the Cavaliers' exam room.

However, his reputation as "One-Punch Man" had already spread among the freshmen, and he had a considerable deterrent effect on those who had stepped through the threshold to get in.

"Teacher, you are mistaken. According to my calculations, I arrived at the classroom at the last second, so I am not late. If you don't believe me, I can use time reversal magic and my pocket watch to demonstrate it to you on the spot."

Stewart, not wanting to argue about the minute-long time difference, quickly helped him sit down and cleared his throat:

"Now that we're all here, let's begin our class meeting. You can call me Mr. Stewart, your homeroom teacher, who will teach you regular classes."

"The so-called general regular courses are all courses taught, depending on what the homeroom teacher wants to teach."

"Uh……"

"Then there's classroom discipline..."

While Steward was rambling on about irrelevant things, Domi and his three companions began to make their own moves.

Edward and Ivy, being shorter, sat in the front, while Argyle and Domi sat behind them.

At that moment, Edward turned his head from the front row and handed Domi a note that read: "Teleportation magic, please."

Clearly, Edward had also taken a liking to the benefits of teleportation magic—being able to go directly from the bed to the classroom was simply too wonderful!

Before Domi could finish writing the note, Stewart on the stage suddenly looked at him:

"By the way, the academy does not allow the use of teleportation magic to enter the classroom. This is the first time, and it will not be allowed to happen again."

With just one sentence, he extinguished Edward's little scheme along with Domi's, leaving Edward utterly devastated.

After looking away, he spoke again:

"Now everyone listen up, because I'm about to say something important."

He took out his teacher's certificate, which, like their student ID, was a small card.

"Take my teacher's certificate as an example. If you want to buy anything in the college, whether it's daily necessities, food, or luxury goods, you can swipe this card on a specific device. I believe some students have already used this function before."

"But the things in the academy aren't free. Every item has a price tag, and you pay with so-called 'GPA'."

"There are many ways to earn GPA in the college, such as the start-up capital obtained by completing the entrance exam, completing various commissions posted by classmates, participating in some college activities, and receiving rewards for ranking in the final exam, etc."

"However, the largest part of it is 'class ranking'."

At this point, Stewart, who had been looking deadpan, suddenly became serious, causing the students in the audience to become inexplicably serious as well.

"Class A receives 4000 GPA points per month, Class B 2500, Class C 1500, Class D 1000, and Class E only gets 500 points. We can't survive without getting something free every day."

"so much?"

"With so many performance points every month, wouldn't that mean I can buy whatever I want?"

"There will still be a surplus!"

Steward nodded slightly: "That's right, that's all. This is the generous resource that the academy allocates to Class A in each year."

Then the tone shifted: "Don't get too excited yet. Your Class A status isn't permanent. Here's a special mechanism that happens in the middle of each semester—the 'Ranking Tournament'."

"The ranking matches will be held in the largest ranking arena. Classes of lower rank can challenge classes of higher rank and cannot refuse. If a class fails a challenge, it will be demoted, and all benefits will be recalculated."

"Everyone, the academy is not a compulsory education system. We don't support idlers. Students need to compete with each other to raise the average intensity. Only the strongest students can stay in Class A. The weaker ones will be demoted to Classes B, C, D, and E."

"Will the homeroom teacher also be 'demoted'?" someone asked.

Stewart nodded:

"The same goes for homeroom teachers. We have a separate calculation system that is closely related to the class we lead."

"When I became your homeroom teacher, we were all in the same boat. So, stand up for me and don't get kicked out. That would be really embarrassing."

"Alright, that concludes this class meeting. Go do whatever you need to do."

"But teacher, we haven't elected a class monitor or anything like that yet!" Someone pointed out the blind spot.

"Oh, yes."

Stewart rubbed his scraggly hair, glanced around with an extremely world-weary look, and then pointed at Argyle:

"Hey you, Argyle Bloomfield, you'll be class monitor for now. We'll have another election after half a semester. Do a good job..."

As soon as get out of class ended, everyone became restless.

On the last day of their visit, those who hadn't yet explored the campus were calling on their friends and family to go and explore together.

"Nancy, what about you? What are you going to do next?" Nats asked curiously, a little confused and unsure of what to do.

"Since I have so many credit points, I'd like to stock up on some daily necessities at the department store."

"Then I'll go too!"

"Okay~"

Argyle and his friends wanted to go to the club activity building, where they heard there was a club welcome party going on. Maybe they could find a club that they were compatible with. Domi had nothing to do, so he went with them.

Just as they were getting up to leave, Schnell walked over, went straight to Domi, and extended his hand to him:

"Nice to meet you, Dominic."

Domi was puzzled as to why he only approached her and not others, but she shook his hand out of politeness.

When their hands clasped, Domi felt the force from Schneider, which was not at all what one would expect from a handshake.

If it were an ordinary person, they might have been crushed.

The Prime Minister was called a beast not only because he possessed a terrifying, beast-like awareness, but also because before becoming prime minister, he was as fierce as a wild beast, renowned for his immense strength. It was said that he could smash through a city wall with a single punch! He was like a humanoid self-propelled siege machine!

As his youngest son, Schneider was also born with superhuman strength and remarkable magical talent.