Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

For the next few days, Rogge's daily life at the academy continued without any major incidents.

The day's itinerary gradually settled down.

I get up early in the morning and run a few laps around the school to improve my basic skills.

After finishing, I went back to the dorm to take a shower, and then went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, he swaggered to the classroom and, ignoring the stares of others, sat down in the back row by the window.

If you see an idiot, just check in for the system task, greet the idiot with a look of disgust, and see how she gets angry.

"Why do you call me an idiot? I'm not an idiot! Don't call me an idiot!"

Of course, he couldn't avoid being looked down upon by others.

I ate lunch alone again.

In the afternoon, physical fitness and talent-related training courses will begin.

Occasionally, I'd be in the same class as that idiot and we'd banter a bit.

Then she chased after him and beat him in a fit of rage.

"You worthless commoner, explain yourself clearly! Don't you dare run away!"

I ate alone again tonight.

After dinner, we went to the training hall for more intensive training.

Finally, I went back to the dorm to take a shower, covered myself with a blanket, and went to sleep.

The day ended happily by bullying the idiot.

"Wow, this is too peaceful and tranquil!"

Roger suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was following a script about everyday college romance.

In his predetermined fate, Roger's school life was all about enduring hardship and humiliation, suffering all kinds of bullying and oppression every day, which ignited the flames of hatred.

Now, Rogue first beat up Rupa in front of the whole class, and then knocked down the three Celestials, instantly establishing his fearsome reputation.

As a result, he became one of the three most formidable figures in the class.

They temporarily enjoyed a peaceful life where no one dared to provoke them.

Even Rogge himself is almost completely immersed in this peace, unable to extricate himself.

"Upon closer reflection, it seems that within this predetermined fate, I've been the one causing all the trouble from beginning to end..."

Roger sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

This world has been at peace for many years, otherwise the Celestials wouldn't be so pampered.

There may be occasional internal conflicts among humans, but most of them are within a controllable range.

So as long as Rogge doesn't cause trouble, this peace is likely to last for many more years.

It's perfectly fine to call it a slice-of-life campus romance.

"Unfortunately, that's impossible. After all, even villains need a savior."

The peace of humanity is built upon the destruction of other races, including the Sinners.

Rogue is the last and only hope of the alien race.

"But before we cause any trouble, we need to deal with that little tail first."

……

The first rays of dawn were just breaking through the horizon.

Roger arrived at the playground to begin his morning exercise for the new day.

At this time, most students were still sleeping in their dormitories, and he was the only one on the entire playground.

With his hidden talents yet to be awakened and his acquired talents not yet available, Rogge can only rely on two hundred times the effort to maintain his image.

For him, the awakening of his talent was a tool to unleash his inner potential and enhance his physical abilities.

Given sufficient physical abilities and skill level, he would at least be a master swordsman.

As for the title of combat expert, that's reserved for great heroes. As a villain, and one who doesn't like to suffer setbacks, Rogue doesn't need it.

Rogge ran a lap around the academy.

When they returned to the playground, as always, there was already an extra person there.

She is the Holy Race Sword Maiden.

Like Roger, she goes downstairs for a morning run at a fixed time every day.

In fact, besides morning runs, Fiora can also be seen when Rogge does his evening intensive training.

The two have a high degree of overlap in their schedules.

It was purely a coincidence at first.

But what followed was Rogge's deliberate act.

The purpose, of course, was to observe Fiora, his lifelong rival, and obtain information about her.

At this moment, Fiora had finished her warm-up exercises and started running quickly.

When she passed by Roger, even though they had met many times before, she never looked at him properly, not even nodding.

However, this is not because Fiora is being aloof or discriminatory.

"She's a robot devoid of emotion."

This is the conclusion that Rogue reached after observing Fiora for a period of time.

Fiora's every action is like a machine, with a fixed program and almost no time error in her daily schedule.

Even their movements were synchronized.

In her predetermined fate, she was destined to ruthlessly reap the lives of other races.

It has no flaws and no weaknesses.

"Difficult to deal with."

Roger shook his head.

Based on classic martial arts novel settings, swordsmen without emotions are always the most difficult to deal with.

……

After returning to his dormitory and taking a shower, Roger went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Upon entering the cafeteria, one inevitably attracts many students' disgusted looks.

Roger went straight to the cafeteria window to get his food, found a seat at random, and happened to run into the four good-for-nothing classmates.

"Why are you looking at us?"

Lupa, one of the four good-for-nothings, said in a fierce but inwardly weak voice.

Ever since he was punched by Roger at the start of the semester and then scared by his homeroom teacher, he's been like a mouse seeing a cat whenever he sees Roger; he gets nervous before he even says a word.

"Don't forget, the teacher already said that if there's another conflict, we'll be punished."

As he spoke, he pulled three other people to bolster his courage.

Roger glanced at the other three.

Linda, Fernan, Kuan.

He doesn't develop his talents and doesn't study diligently; he's a typical spoiled brat from a wealthy family.

They had almost all clashed with Rogge.

They didn't dare to fight because they were intimidated by Rogge's ferocity.

"You can only act like a tyrant now. Without awakened talent, you'll be left behind by us sooner or later."

Fernan was still being stubborn.

"You think you can compete with four good-for-nothings like me?"

Rogge scrutinized the group of four and offered his scathing critique.

"One is all show and no substance, one can only run in a straight line, one has severely insufficient spiritual power, and one is cowardly and afraid of pain. If things continue like this, even if you were given ten years, you wouldn't be a match for me."

In theory, each grade's first class gathers the most talented and highest-potential students.

Talent and potential are one thing, but how to convert them into actual strength is another.

For example, Rogue's own hidden talent was identified as SSS-level.

However, because it hasn't been awakened, it's roughly equivalent to having no talent.

In their predetermined fate, this group of four is like unrecyclable trash, mere extras, utterly useless.

"Instead of showing off your superiority here, you should honestly develop your own talents. If you put in even a little effort, I might look at you with more respect."

Roger shook his head regretfully, then drifted away.

The four good-for-nothings were left bewildered in the wind.

……

Because of the four good-for-nothings, Roger returned to the classroom a little later than usual.

He walked into the classroom and his eyes met those of Princess Lingsha.

Princess Lingsha, who had been listless, immediately widened her already large eyes to an even bigger and rounder size.

Rogge seemed lost in thought as he slowly passed by Princess Lingsa.

Princess Lingsha unconsciously straightened her back and sat up.

She kept a straight face, staring intently at Roger, her hands loosely clenched into fists and resting on her lap.

A more apt description would be that of elementary school students putting on an adorable, earnest look, waiting for the teacher to check their homework.

She became increasingly nervous as Roger approached.

Rogge suppressed a laugh as he finally approached Princess Lingsa and spoke.

"fool……"

"I'm not stupid!"

Before she could finish speaking, Princess Lingsha jumped up from her seat in excitement.

She looked up, her little face puffed out in anger, and glared at Roger with fiery eyes.

Rogge feigned surprise.

I haven't finished speaking yet.

"I knew what you were going to say! I knew it!"

Princess Lingsa stood on tiptoe, stretched out her arms like a penguin, and shouted with a flushed face.

"You definitely want to call me an idiot!"

"So you know you're an idiot, huh?"

"I'm not stupid! You are! You're the stupid one!!! You're not allowed to say that to me!!!"

Looking at Princess Lingsa, who was stomping her feet in anger, Roger sometimes found it really hard to hold back.

Although it's a system task, it's hard to say that it hasn't been influenced by personal grudges at this point.

If things continue like this, before my talent awakens, some strange attribute will awaken first.

……

At noon, Princess Lingsa glared at Roger and left the classroom.

Rogge did not forget the main purpose of today.

Instead of heading to the cafeteria, he pretended to wander around the college.

He walked faster and faster, and strayed further and further off course, until he turned into a corner.

He turned around abruptly.

boom!

"what!"

A figure collided with Roger and fell to the ground.