My Borderline Supervillain-Slash-Hero System

"Since we're going to be in the same class, I'll be generous," Issah continued with self-importance. "Apologize for breaking my sword, and I'll let this go."

He knew swinging a weapon at another student was already against the rules. If he used his magic now, it could ruin his future.

But as a noble, pride still came before reason.

Zane didn't respond. He simply stared at Issah, face unreadable.

The silence stretched, feeding the tension in the air.

Whispers followed.

"He's just trying to save face."

"Shh! Don't provoke the guy. He's already picked the wrong opponent."

"Hmph. Serves him right."

Zane stayed calm, but Issah clearly wasn't built for ridicule.

"Last chance," Issah bellowed. "Apologize—now!"

Zane sighed and finally spoke, voice steady. "Enough. I'm not afraid of you, and I'm not apologizing. I've done nothing wrong."

He'd already seen through Issah's stats. There was no threat here—only noise. Zane had tried to avoid a scene, but if the guy wanted a beating, so be it.

The crowd stirred, clapping and sneering. Some openly jeered at Issah.

Red-faced, Issah snapped. He couldn't back down now—not in front of this many people.

Power surged around him as he charged at Zane.

He was fast.

Zane was faster.

Issah threw punches and kicks, a flurry of martial techniques.

Zane dodged every strike with ease—like he was out for a casual stroll.

Each move Issah used became wilder, more desperate.

The crowd was electric with excitement.

Zane finally spoke again, stepping aside from yet another miss.

"I gave you chances. I didn't respond when you cursed me. I didn't retaliate when you attacked me with your sword. I even let you get in a few free moves. But enough is enough."

He took a step forward, eyes cold.

"I don't know you. I don't hate you. But if you keep pushing, you'll regret it."

The crowd erupted, their murmurs turning sharp and one-sided.

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Issah had lost the crowd—and worse, he was about to lose more than just face.

Blinded by rage, he snapped.

"Earthly Rupture Kick!"

It was his signature technique: a brutal chain of spinning kicks, each rotation stacking power upon the last.

Zane narrowly dodged the first few, but the aura from Issah's earthly mana shot into the ground, making the earth erupt and split apart violently.

Warning: Incoming Mana Shockwaves!

Zane's System chimed in his mind, and he immediately activated his movement technique.

"Luminous Step."

His figure flickered, white motes of light trailing in the air. Before anyone could blink, a loud crack echoed across the field. Issah screamed as he was launched through the air, blood spraying from a gash on his forehead.

When the dust cleared, Zane stood calm and unbothered, not even bothering to strike a victory pose.

Most hadn't even seen the final blow. But the top contenders had.

Their eyes narrowed, glowing faintly with mana. That flicker—too fast to follow—told them everything. Zane was no longer just an arrogant upstart. He was a real threat. Talented, dangerous, and now officially marked in their minds as a serious competitor.

Suddenly—

Ding!

[Multiple Mana Scans Detected on Host]

[Permission to Block External Mana Probes? Y/N]

"Permission granted," Zane muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, Issah landed hard on the dirt. A few of his friends rushed to him and checked for signs of life. They let out a relieved sigh. He was still breathing—just unconscious.

And then came the drama.

Yether Elhome, tears streaming down her face, cradled Issah's head. The sight was so overly theatrical it made everyone uncomfortable.

She wiped her tears, turned to Zane, and shouted, "See! He's a villain! He attacked Issah without warning and now pretends like it was nothing. No wonder everyone hates him! A son of a bastard!"

Zane's face didn't flinch. This time, she was clearly targeting his father.

"Let's report him! This academy isn't a place for scheming brutes like him!"

The crowd didn't react. In fact, they were mostly stunned silent by her absurd rant. A shared thought echoed in their minds:

What's wrong with this girl? Does she think we're blind and deaf?

Still, a few of Issah's friends jumped in.

"Y-Yeah! He should be disqualified!"

"He broke Issah's academy-issued sword. What kind of person does that?!"

Zane was momentarily speechless.

Are they serious? They could turn a pile of crap into gold with the way they twist things.

He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath.

Yether spun toward the crowd and shouted again, "See that! He's laughing! Laughing after nearly killing someone! No apology, no remorse!"

"Yeah! Let's report him!" her cronies echoed loudly.

And then—

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

A sharp applause silenced everyone.

A slender youth stepped forward, draped in gold chains that shimmered under the sunlight. It was none other than Asphalt Emberfall, nicknamed The Nitpicker of Emberfall.

"Heh," he laughed. "What a joke."

The crowd buzzed. The Nitpicker! Some got visibly excited. His presence meant things were about to get interesting.

Asphalt pointed at Issah's unconscious body. "Who's that?"

"I'm Yether Elhome," she replied quickly. "His girlfriend. Please, help us report that evil bastard."

"No, no," Asphalt waved her off. "Nobody asked your name. I asked who he is."

"I just said—he's my boyfriend!"

"Ah." Asphalt rolled his eyes and smirked. "And why would I report someone on your behalf?"

"Because he's evil! He hurt my boyfriend!"

Asphalt looked her up and down, then sneered.

"You must be the dumbest person here."

"Me? Dumb?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Yes. And the worst part is—you don't even realize it. Maybe your love for your boyfriend is pure, but this melodrama of yours is beyond annoying. Let me spell it out for you."

The crowd muttered. Here comes the nitpicking busybody again.

Asphalt continued coldly, "Hey, little Lamp, I get it—you're shaken seeing your precious boyfriend all beaten up. But let's be honest: that weakling brought it on himself. Who does he think he is, shouting in public like that? We're all stuck here, clueless about how to open the Titan Ruin gate. But that doesn't give him the right to run his spoiled mouth and pick fights. The saddest part? He even lost his weapon. Lost his face, too."

He smirked cruelly. "Believe me, the Ironsong Family will definitely punish Issah for this public disgrace. Long story short—his status is finished."

Yether clenched her fists. "Still, beating someone like that... It's not right. We have to report this."

"Hey, dumbass," Asphalt snapped. "If you want to report it, go ahead. But look around. Those surveillance drones? They're recording everything. The teachers, senior students, the Deans—even the Director—they're all watching. They already know what's happening here."

He pointed at Issah's crumpled figure.

"Just take your loser boyfriend and get out of here. Your foolishness is starting to rub off on the rest of us."