I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!-Chapter 127: Dwarf’s Anger

He moved effortlessly through the hall, passing students who were too engrossed in their tasks to notice him.

A few, however, spared him a glance, their curiosity momentarily piqued by his calm, enigmatic presence.

Among those who noticed him was Lyssa.

Her cold, piercing eyes locked onto him as she stood holding a pair of chakrams—sleek, circular weapons crafted for both precision and lethality.

Her gaze lingered on him for a few moments, unreadable and unflinching, before she turned silently and moved toward Lilia.

If anyone had observed Lyssa's movements, they would have been struck by their almost supernatural grace.

Her footsteps produced no sound as she weaved through the crowd, slipping seamlessly into the blind spots of every student in her path.

Over a dozen classmates stood between her and her destination, yet not one sensed her presence as she passed.

Mia's piercing blue eyes locked onto Adlet, her patience visibly thinning as she saw him coming in her direction.

Ashok stood unmoved, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, a faint smirk playing across his lips.

"Do you face any kind of problem in choosing a weapon?" Mia asked, momentarily glancing at the hands which were inside the pocket.

Ashok's reply came without hesitation, "I don't feel like choosing one." His tone was calm, yet it possessed an edge that sent ripples of uncertainty through the room.

Mia's expression faltered for a fleeting second, confusion flickering in her mind. 'What does he mean not feel like choosing? What kind of answer is that.' she wondered, unable to reconcile the simplicity of his answer with the complexity of the situation.

Nearby, Hamiel stood silently, rubbing his beard as he watched the exchange with keen interest.

The veteran teacher made no move to intervene, seemingly content to let the scene play out as a silent observer, his sharp eyes flicking back and forth between the two figures.

"Speak clearly, Student Adlet," Mia ordered, her voice firm.

With Ashok's charisma, his voice permeated every corner of the hall, reaching the ears of every student like a faint pulse.

Heads turned and now every student were focused on the exchange.

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"I spoke clearly in the first time and, I don't think it is compulsory in the Academy that a weapon must be chosen." Ashok words, though calm, carried an undeniable authority—like a command rather than a statement.

The momentary shift in Ashok's presence hadn't gone unnoticed by Mia.

One moment, he seemed like a normal albeit enigmatic student; the next, his demeanor transformed completely.

His crimson eyes sharpened, carrying an intensity that seemed to pierce through her composure.

There was an air of command in his voice, the kind that demanded attention without effort, and the weight of his gaze bore down on her as if she were nothing more than a trivial figure before him.

For a moment, Mia felt a flicker of indignation—her pride as both a teacher and a former ranker stung by the sheer audacity reflected in those eyes.

Yet Mia's professionalism triumphed over her emotions.

She took a calming breath, reminding herself of her position. Her role was to guide students, no matter how defiant they might be.

With measured patience, Mia addressed him, her voice softer now but still authoritative.

"It is not compulsory to choose a weapon," she began, choosing her words carefully, "however, it is strongly recommended that you do. There will be classes in the future where you will face genuine dangers. Having a weapon at your disposal can save your life." Her gaze softened slightly as she added,

"There is no harm in choosing a weapon. You are a Mage, so you could simply pick a Wand or a Staff. These will assist you in spellcasting, enhancing both precision and efficiency."

Ashok's words cut through the air with the sharpness of a blade. "I am fine without one," he declared, his crimson eyes unwavering as he spoke.

The deliberate rejection of Mia's explanation and suggestion hung heavily in the room, a blatant dismissal of her authority as a teacher.

His confidence, or arrogance, depending on the perspective, reverberated across the hall.

Alina, who had been silently observing the exchange, narrowed her eyes. Her thoughts swirled with disdain. 'Just what is this dirty low breed doing?'

Elara, too, found herself bristling at his audacity. 'He is now insulting the teacher,' she thought, incredulous. 'Does he not fear repercussions from the academy?'.

Meanwhile, Lilia's amused smirk betrayed her growing interest in the escalating drama. Leaning slightly toward Lyssa, she whispered softly but with unmistakable delight,

"Keep your eyes and ears open. I have a feeling we will be getting a good show."

Lyssa, silent and composed, made no response but continued to watch the unfolding scene with unblinking attention, her cold gaze focused entirely on Ashok.

For Mia, however, the blatant insult was a direct blow to her pride.

Her career as a teacher had only recently begun, and never before had she faced such outright defiance—especially in front of the entire class.

It was not the rejection itself that stung, but the manner in which it was delivered.

Ashok's authoritative tone, his commanding presence, and the way he seemed to look down upon her as though she were insignificant all tugged at the edges of her patience.

'Should I just show him his place?' the thought flashed through Mia's mind, but she quickly dismissed it.

For one, her mana pressure had no effect on Ashok—a fact she had already observed.

For another, attacking him outright was simply not an option, both for ethical and professional reasons.

Taking a steadying breath, Mia straightened herself and met Ashok's piercing gaze. Her voice, though carefully controlled, carried a firm edge.

"The Academy's weapon quality is top-notch. It is not easy to find weapons of this caliber even in the outside world. They are designed with skill and care to suit the needs of every student. Then what is your issue with these weapons?"

"Top-notch in quality? You must be jesting. These things are just good at best," he said, his tone calm yet dripping with casual disdain.

The statement, though softly spoken, carried an unmistakable weight that reverberated across the room, drawing the attention of every student within earshot.

From the side of Mia came a low, menacing voice, cutting through the quiet murmurs like thunder rolling over distant hills.

"Hey, you!" The words were menacing filling with rage, and their source was none other than Hamiel.

Ashok's crimson eyes gleamed with barely concealed amusement, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he shifted his gaze toward the dwarf.

'It's starting,' he thought, his inner satisfaction growing as he observed Hamiel.

The dwarf's expression was a storm of fury; his bushy eyebrows were furrowed deeply, his nostrils flared as they drew in heavy breaths, and his broad shoulders trembled with restrained energy.

Even without the release of mana pressure, his presence carried the intensity of a battle-ready warrior, he seemed like he will attack Ashok at any moment.

Mia, sensing the brewing storm, instinctively stepped forward in an attempt to intervene.

"Teacher Hamiel," she began but her response was cut short when Hamiel's gave a sharp, side-eyed glare that silenced her on the spot.

The sheer force of his gaze, laced with the authority of a seasoned senior, left Mia frozen.

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Her lips pressed into a thin line, and though her body remained tense, she dared not utter another word, choosing instead to let Hamiel handle the situation as he saw fit.

The dwarf's attention returned immediately to Ashok, his fiery gaze locking onto the student's unwavering crimson eyes.

The weight of Hamiel's presence settled heavily over the room. Even though he released no discernible mana pressure, the students could feel his simmering anger.

It was an unexplainable force, something primal that struck at their instincts—a silent but powerful aura that froze their bodies in place, preventing them from taking even a single step forward.

The room fell eerily silent, save for the faint hum of enchanted weapons in their cabinets, as the students exchanged worried glances but dared not speak.

Hamiel's voice rumbled like distant thunder. "Hey! What do you even know about these children?" His tone was laden with fury, each word emphasizing the depth of his indignation as his fiery eyes bore down on Ashok.