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Chapter 12 Class A
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I stood in front of the glass door of the classroom, admiring the intricate ornaments etched onto its surface. The designs looked so cool and sophisticated, almost like a work of art.

Thump... Thump...

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. For some inexplicable reason, I was in a classroom where all of the main characters were also present.

These guys are nothing but a source of trouble, and being in the same class as them will be problematic.

"It's all my stupid luck..."

I pushed open the glass door and slowly entered the classroom. Inside, I saw rows of desks and many students chatting with each other.

Most of them were grouped together, engrossed in conversations, talking about various things ranging from the quality of weapons to favorite movies.

"..."

I swiftly moved and sat on the chair located at the back of the class, close to the window. I lifted my gaze to survey the room and quickly scanned all the people within my view.

I immediately noticed Tess conversing with a group of girls who surrounded her. Sitting near her was Rose, the same girl I had met in Helixia. Her azure blue hair swayed to the side as she spoke, revealing her long and pointy elven ears protruding from her hair. Even though Tess was a beauty to behold, Rose's doll face was not any worse, in fact, most of the boys within the class were openly glancing towards her.

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As I caught a glimpse of her blue eyes, I quickly redirected my gaze. I wasn't sure if she remembered me, so it was best to avoid staring and drawing attention to myself.

Looking around, I also noticed Drake, who was mostly surrounded by female students. The girls around him blushed as they conversed, and even though Drake didn't show it, I knew he was uncomfortable.

In Leclentia, if you chose to play as Drake, you would receive a debuff that made conversations with people you were not friends with much harder. Drake was socially awkward, and this made speaking with others a major challenge for him.

All the boys were also giving him cold looks, but he didn't seem to bat an eye. Despite his social skills, he was strong, so much so that he was often called the strongest protagonist and nobody in the class wanted to mess with someone of E- Rank.

I also noticed a strange creature sitting near Drake and immediately recognized him. It was Kai, with his disheveled auburn hair as if he had just woken up. His brown eyes were half-closed, indicating that he was almost asleep.

Although he appeared friendly, one could sense that nobody was gathered around him. Kai emitted an aura of loneliness that dissuaded anyone from entering his territory.

'What a class...'

I murmured, massaging my temples. Not only had I been thrown into a class full of natural disasters called Main Characters, but the class was also one of the strongest. This meant that if I wasn't above average, I could say goodbye to my dreams of attending the Mage Academy for another year.

After some time, I began to feel sleepy and was about to bury my head in my arms when I heard a student exclaim loudly.

"The teacher's here!"

I noticed a female pointing towards the front of the classroom. A lone man was standing there, managing to impress all the students since nobody had heard the sound of the doors being opened.

The teacher of Class A was a master of stealth, Robbin Thompson. He had worked as an assassin before retiring to become a teacher at the Mage Academy. His powerful Magic Art involved wind and allowed him to minimize his presence, enabling him to sneak up behind most prey and dispatch them quickly. Silently entering the classroom and muffling the noise of the door with the wind was easy for him.

He was likely among the top 100 strongest humans in the world and was held in high esteem by others. As an awakener, he had achieved the rank of S by the age of 30, making him one of the youngest and most highly regarded talents across humanity.

Despite now already being in his forties and not having advanced his rank, Robbin was still regarded as an exceptionally gifted individual.

Clap... Clap...

The sound of his clapping, amplified by the wind, silenced the murmurs in the classroom, leaving the room in complete stillness.

"Hello! I am your teacher and for the entire time you'll be spending within this academy, I will be in charge of you all..."

While Robbin was a good dude overall, sacrificing himself in the future to protect his students during the Demon worshiper attack, he did have one major flaw...

He spoke too much!

"Bla bla bla..."

I scanned the room and saw the expressions of the previously enthusiastic students transforming into ones of discomfort. It was clear that they knew the identity of the teacher and didn't want to interrupt him, but still... The speech was too long!

Even Rose, who was usually portrayed as the most composed and collected person, was beginning to fidget in her seat, a sign that she was growing tired of Robbin's speech.

"...Anyway, enough about me! Let's start by checking who's been skipping my class!"

Robbin snapped his fingers and summoned a small notebook, flipping through its pages before beginning to call out names.

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"Tess Noril?"

"Present."

"Jake Mixacuer?"

"Here!"

...

The teacher swiftly worked through the list, taking note of everyone's attendance.

"Aiden Steele?"

Finally, my name was called and I stood up from my chair.

Screech...

I instantly knew I messed up as the sound of the chair's leg scraping against the floor filled the classroom, instantly drawing everyone's attention to me.

"Present..."

I quickly sat down, hoping to avoid any further attention, but it was already too late. I sensed a single pair of eyes lingering on me longer than the others, but I didn't dare to make eye contact.

'This shitty chair!'