Baddie Distribution System

The next morning, Dapper quickly woke up and to his surprise, Ruth and Belinda had already woken earlier and prepared breakfast for him.

"What the hell? When did you guys wake up? And why the hell did you make two separate meals?" Dapper asked in disbelief as he stared at the table covered in an overwhelming array of food.

"My sister and I couldn't reach an agreement, so we made different meals for our husband," Belinda said with a pitiful look. "Don't tell us you're not going to eat it after all our effort?"

"T-That's not it. But… fuck."

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Dapper headed to the academy with his stomach slightly bulging. No matter how he tried to straighten up, it showed clearly under his uniform.

[Fufu, master, you've got the belly of a married man.]

'Ugh, that sucks. Never in my life would I have imagined I'd finish that much food,' Dapper groaned as he drove.

Roughly thirty minutes later, he arrived at the academy. He showed his pass to the stationed guards, who allowed him to drive in. However, he wasn't permitted to drive past the veil. Outside the veil, there was a designated parking space where several other cars were stationed. Dapper parked there and stepped through the veil on foot.

He hurried toward the campus and, thankfully, made it just in time before class began. But when he got to the classroom, it was empty. He found out they were scheduled for Mr. Manor's class today, held at the odd facility. Dapper quickly made his way there and quietly joined the other students. He noticed, though, that the place was unusually crowded. There were also Year One students from Class B present, which only added to his confusion.

As always, old man Manor sat on his wooden rocking chair, a small table in front of him, lazily stroking his beard while staring into space.

"Hey!" a voice snapped, followed by a hard tug on his jacket. Turning around, Dapper saw Riley dragging him to a corner, her cheeks puffed in frustration.

"Where the hell did you go yesterday?! I came to your dorm and couldn't find you!" she demanded, visibly fuming.

"I wasn't around yesterday," Dapper said calmly. But Riley wasn't buying it. She grit her teeth and tiptoed in an attempt to bring her face closer to his, though even with that, the height difference didn't work in her favor.

"You weren't around, or you were sleeping in another girl's dorm? Now that I think about it, I saw a woman's pantyhose in your room when I cleaned the other day. Are you already cheating on me this soon?! You know it's considered cheating if I'm not aware of it!" Riley hissed, trying her best to keep her voice down, though nearby students could still overhear bits of the exchange.

"Riley, calm down. You're such a jealous one, aren't you?" Dapper said with a relaxed smile, patting her head before slowly sliding his hand from the top of her head down to her back, and then her waist.

"Y-You really know how to make me feel like this," Riley muttered, her face flaring up in a furious blush.

"You're right about the pantyhose in my dorm room. Thing is, it's a bit complicated. I had that kind of sexual relationship with her before you and I started dating, you know? I do love women, but I'd never lie to you," Dapper said, pulling Riley even closer by the waist in a daring way, earning scrutinizing stares from the other students since they were doing lewd things while old man Manor was speaking.

"Then where did you go yesterday?" Riley asked, her face still flushed.

"I went home. I can leave the academy whenever I want, as long as I don't miss classes. All thanks to this," Dapper said, flashing her a pass.

"That's… is that a Freewill pass?" Riley muttered, shocked. It was her first time seeing one in person.

"Yes."

"Ah… Who exactly are you, Dapper? Even the high-born aristocrats have to wait at least a week before getting one of those passes, yet here you are. I really don't know much about you, and yet I—"

"It's a gradual process, Riley. I don't know everything about you either. We'll take our time learning about each other before I go meet your parents. Relax. After graduation, I'll marry you and knock a baby into you. Maybe one… two—no, three," Dapper said with a teasing grin.

"Stop teasing me."

"Haha, I really did go home to see my wives. They've been calling nonstop, so I had to show up," Dapper explained.

"I see… Despite your degeneracy, you'd probably make a great father," Riley muttered, face still red.

"Stop flattering me. By the way, why are—"

"Oi! You two have been saying weird shit this whole time! Perverts!" someone suddenly yelled.

"Yeah, they're annoying."

"I wanted to talk too…"

The other students started groaning and grumbling about Dapper and Riley's behavior. Shinro, who had been on the far side of the facility, walked over and asked what was going on.

"Oi, all of you shut it. As soldiers, you don't even respect your seniors. I think it's time I taught you brats some manners," Manor said. His eyes suddenly turned hollow, his mouth slightly agape and a monstrous burst of Mana exploded from him.

In an instant, everyone was forced to their knees. The pressure crushed them like gravity. Some students, like Riley, weren't affected thanks to their high Mana pools, but they still knelt out of respect and to avoid provoking the man.

After about a minute, Manor retracted his overwhelming Mana.

"I noticed a few of you weren't affected. But I think you're misunderstanding something. It isn't Mana that suffocates people, it's bloodlust. Anyone who can merge their bloodlust into their Mana can produce the same effect. Some of you were left untouched because I only used ten percent of my bloodlust," the old man said with a nostalgic chuckle as he gestured for them to stand.

'Ten percent? This old man…' Dapper thought. He, too, had been forced to his knees. Even though he didn't have an enormous Mana reserve, he could've resisted by channeling his bloodlust back at Manor. But doing that would've only made things worse.

'I think coming to this academy was the best decision I've made. I keep learning something new every day. I'll keep practicing how to fuse my bloodlust with Mana until I perfect it,' Dapper resolved inwardly, just as old man Manor began speaking again.

"All of you might be wondering why I called Class B here. Remember what I said in the last class? That even though your powers differ, we all have the same goal at the end of the day. That's why cooperation is necessary. Also, I've noticed some of you look down on Craft-type system users, probably because of how society treats them. But do you realize that without them, Combatants and Mages wouldn't even exist? They're vital to both, which is why they shouldn't be dragged into the long-standing rivalry between Combatants and Mages. In truth, Craft-type users are actually the strongest," Old Man Manor declared, prompting a collective gasp from the students.

Murmurs quickly followed as many of them disagreed with his bold claim. Manor simply smiled and raised his hand, signaling them to quiet down.

"Your staffs, your swords, your homes, your clothes, your gear, your vehicles, your phones, everything that brings you comfort and makes life livable—was made by Craft-type system users. What I said wasn't an exaggeration. Strength isn't just about leveling a city, conjuring massive fireballs, or slaying dragons. It's the power to create. During the war between humans and demons, there was a shortage of Mages and Combatants. In response, powerful blacksmiths and inventors joined the fight. The blacksmiths wore powerful Monsters-forged gear that granted them superhuman powers, and the inventors unleashed destructive machines of war. What you may not know is, deep within this academy, there's a dedicated campus for Craft-type system users. First-years have no access to it, and they aren't allowed to access you either."

He paused, letting the students digest the information before continuing.

"That said, all the Craft-type users that Deegan caught were enrolled, not punished as many of you assumed. He simply wanted to scare them, to make an example out of them, so they'd stop feeling inferior and stop disguising themselves as Combat-type users," Manor clarified.

The entire class was stunned, and Dapper found himself even more intrigued than before. Everything started falling into place in his mind.

'It makes sense. All these inventions come from Craft-type users. Even the food we eat is planted by ninety-nine percent of them, just like how Yavo became a farmer. But…'

Just then, someone raised a hand from within the crowd. Manor noticed immediately, and Dapper was surprised by who it was, it was the white-haired boy, Romulus.

"I disagree, teacher," Romulus said in a bold, unwavering tone. "I disagree with saying Craft-type users are stronger than the others. That's like insulting the rest of us. Without Mages and Combatants, who would've slain dragons and monsters whose parts are used to forge those weapons? Without Mages, who would've enhanced crops or shielded them from monster pests? Without them, people would've died from plagues and diseases. And without Combatants, the human race would've long been enslaved by stronger species. Maybe you forgot history, old man. Or maybe you're just suffering from dementia. Combatants have existed as long as intelligent life itself. We thrived even before the concept of magic. So, if you ask me, all three are crucial to maintaining balance. Favoring one would only throw the world into chaos."

The classroom went silent. No one dared speak, wondering what would happen next. Romulus had not only challenged Manor's words but outright claimed he was suffering from dementia.