Demon King’s Academy

✦ Chapter 6 ✦

「Translator – Creator」

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In Class-A, a class composed of the most promising students among Terran Academy’s new recruits, the homeroom teacher finally made their appearance.

The students had been certain it would be her—Rayze Arden. A current Hero, and truly a rare Hero produced by Terran in recent times. She possessed more than enough qualifications to guide the Class-A.

However…

“………….”

The figure standing at the podium, irritably scanning the attendance book, was not Rayze.

Thud.

The man closed the attendance book.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, studying each Class-A student with scrutinizing eyes. “…would be a lie. This is absolutely pathetic.”

His tone dripped with unmistakable contempt.

“I have to teach…this rabble?”

His attitude clearly conveyed nothing but disdain.

“This is an absolute disgrace.”

Louis Shambel.

The Demon King of Chaos, he was the homeroom teacher for Class-A.

‘Why is he…？ What is the Demon King doing here?’

The students’ eyes darted about in confusion.

Louis had declared he would produce one Hero this year.

He had mentioned that he would be involved in teaching, but most of the first-years had assumed he would focus on the third-years, the graduating class.

This made sense—even for Terran, the third-year students were graduating class, and quite a few possessed considerable skill. Their student council president was even rumored to have potential for achieving Hero status this year.

“Class A…students with ‘high potential,’ they say.  To me, you look no different from those Skeletons.”

Grind!!!

“I can see why superior talents would end up rolling into this garbage school called Terran.”

Clench!!!

“The situation must be quite serious for you to be discarded here.”

Gnash!!!

The students suppressed their rage with each cutting word Louis spoke.

A slight smirk curled at Louis’ lips.

“There are four with anger management issues, I see.”

The attendance book already contained detailed information about each student, including their abilities and personal histories.

Among the ten students, three came from decent families with considerable talent, yet chose Terran. The reason? Anger management issues. Unable to control their burning rage, causing incidents that rendered their talents unusable—essentially exiled to Terran.

Swish!!!

Louis raised his finger.

Tap!!!

“You, imbecile.”

He pointed at Roberto, whose special notes mentioned “anger management issues.”

“You, moron.”

Erna, her hair a shade of vibrant blue, glared at him.

“Less worthy than a skeleton’s bones.”

Calige, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the windows.

Among the three students singled out…

“You bastard!”

“You’ve really done it now, you son of a—!”

CRASH!!!

Roberto and Erna kicked their desks aside and lunged at Louis as if choreographed.

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The chaos erupted as Roberto and Erna kicked their desks aside, charging at Louis in perfect synchronization. The other students, caught off guard by the sudden outburst, couldn’t even attempt to intervene.

CRASH!!!

Besides, Roberto and Erna were too fast, too consumed by rage; they were, after all, students who had received high marks in the Hero’s Crown aptitude test, their potential for power undeniable.

As they lunged toward Louis, their fists crossed paths with a dull impact. They had aimed for Louis’s head, but—

“You bastard!”

“What the hell are you doing! Damn it!”

—their fists found each other’s faces instead.

Louis, meanwhile, had already stepped back, calmly reciting from the attendance book—

“Roberto Alfonso, age 16. First-born son of the Alfonso family. And… anger management issues.”

“Shut up!”

Roberto thrust his fist toward Louis once more, but—

SWISH!!!

This time, Louis simply stepped onto Roberto’s fist, his weight pinning it to the floor, his balance unwavering.

“The Madman trait, perfectly suited for becoming a ruthless killer, I see.”

“Shut…”

TREMBLE!!!

Roberto tried to withdraw his fist while shouting, but it remained frozen in place, immovable as stone.

“You idiot! Stay out of my way!”

Next came Erna.

While Roberto had occupied Louis, she had been gathering her power, and now—

WHOOSH!!!

Flames danced around her fist.

“Erna Thizen.”

Her blazing fist shot forward like an arrow, aiming to strike Louis where he sat atop Roberto’s fist.

“Age 15. Third daughter of the Thizen family, with anger management issues…”

Smirk!!!

Louis’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“…almost beating your elder brother to death, hmm? Impressive. Humans place such importance on their family lineage, yet you nearly severed your family’s direct line with your own hands.”0

“Shut up!”

The fiery fist slammed into Louis’s stomach.

Or at least, that’s what she thought had happened.

“Ugh!”

Once again, Erna’s fist, instead of finding its intended target, had connected with Roberto’s face.

CRASH!!!

Roberto flew backward with a pained groan.

In that instant, Louis had somehow materialized behind Erna, whispering in her ear—

“Your trait is Magic Authority. Not bad, but not particularly good either.

TREMBLE!!!

Erna, like Roberto before her, found herself frozen, her body trembling uncontrollably, unable to move.

“You witch!”

Roberto, having collided with the wall, glared at Erna with bloodshot eyes. Now they seemed to have forgotten Louis entirely, their rage focused solely on each other.

“Anger management issues indeed. Acknowledged.”

Mere academy students had dared to attack the Demon King of Chaos. The fact that they charged in despite knowing death could be the consequence clearly showed their complete inability to control their emotions.

And now—

“I’ll kill…!”

“…destroy you!”

—it was time to teach them how to control their anger.

In the charged atmosphere of the classroom, Roberto and Erna’s mutual charge froze mid-stride. Their bodies trembled violently as they stood transfixed, eyes widening in disbelief at the figure who had materialized between them.

Louis.

He stood there, his hands outstretched, one pointed at Roberto, the other at Erna.

“That illness of yours—I’ll cure it.”

His essence seeped out like tendrils of smoke, becoming shackles that bound Roberto and Erna in their grip. Absolute terror. Despair. Agony.

“Guh…”

“Ugh!”

They fell to their knees, tears and mucus streaming down their faces.

DRIPPP!!! DRIPPP!!!

A damp darkness spread across their pants, betraying their loss of control.

“Kill…”

“I’ll kill you…”

Their threats dissolved into unconsciousness as their eyes rolled back in their heads. Only then did a slight smile grace Louis’s lips.

“Not bad.”

To maintain such burning rage until the very end—this kind of spirit wasn’t entirely worthless.

“I happen to be quite the tenacious Demon King.”

A Demon King who had never known defeat.

Louis pushed the unconscious students aside like discarded refuse and strode forward. The Class-A had fallen into a hellish silence in the wake of the swift violence.

TAP!!!

Louis halted before a desk—before Calige, the last student he had pointed out.

“You…”

Calige kept his eyes downcast, seemingly paralyzed with fear, unable to meet Louis’s gaze.

“You controlled your anger quite well.”

Louis chuckled, turning away.

As he did so, a pungent odor, the stench of fear and urine, began to waft from Calige’s chair as well.

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At that very moment, while Louis was giving Roberto and Erna a lesson on anger management—

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

…Class-C was enjoying a more conventional first encounter with their homeroom teacher.

“Some of you may already know me, but I’m…”

A cascade of long, jet-black hair framed her elegant yet composed appearance.

“I am Rayze Arden.”

It was none other than Rayze herself.

With Terran’s teacher shortage due to attempted desertions, even Louis served as both the headmaster and a faculty teacher. Rayze was no different. Though she held the position of vice-principal, she had volunteered to teach as well. And so she found herself in charge of the first-year Class-C — the majority class.

“I understand that you’re all feeling confused and unsettled by the current situation,” she said, her tone calm and reassuring.

She, too, had something to prove.

“I ask for your understanding.”

That the Demon King’s methods of education were flawed.

She was the one who had appointed Louis, the Demon King, in the headmaster’s seat.

But what she sought from him wasn’t his oppressive teaching style—it was his absolute power and capability.

Just as Louis himself had said during the introduction of the new instructors—

— No one knows a Demon King better than I do.

She had believed that to create a Hero capable of defeating a Demon King, who better to teach than a Demon King himself.

But she didn’t agree with Louis’s methods.

Terran will change.

Louis might play a part in it…

But I will be the one to make it happen.

Rayze, a distant descendant of the Great Hero Kyle, had enrolled at Terran with dreams of following in his footsteps.

She had entered the academy, hoping to find the same glory, the same legacy of being a Hero, that Kyle had experienced. 

But Terran was a mere shadow of its former self.  Even after she achieved her goal of becoming a hero, Terran remained unchanged.

But now, things would be different.

 “All of this is for Terran, for the continent…”

“It’s your fault!” a student shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Rayze.

“You brought that Demon King to Terran!”

His words, a desperate cry fueled by fear and anger, sparked a wave of unrest among the students.

“What? For the sake of Terran? For the continent?  Do you think we believe that?!”

She was their teacher, a Hero.

Yet, they showed her no respect, no deference.

“You crazy bitch!  We’re all going to die because of you!  We’re all going to die!”

“Yeah!”

“What are you going to do? What’s the plan?!”

“Please, calm down!” Rayze pleaded, her voice rising above the growing chaos.

“The Demon King would never harm the students…”

“He’s a Demon King!  The Demon King of Chaos!” they shouted back, their voices filled with terror and disbelief.

Rayze’s words were futile, empty promises in the face of their overwhelming fear.

“You think he’ll keep his promises?  We’re all going to die!  There’s nowhere to escape…”

Outside…

—Eheeheehee!

…the mad Elder Lich stood guard, his chilling laughter a constant reminder of their hopeless situation.

“You…”

Their eyes, filled with resentment and despair, locked onto Rayze.

“…you’re the one who killed us all.”

Their eyes held no hope, no ambition, no desire to become Heroes.

There was only despair…

…and a simmering rage, ready to boil over.

Rayze felt a suffocating pressure in her chest, a darkness that mirrored what she had felt in the Land of Chaos.

“Please, calm…”

“So, this is how Terran produced heroes … by joining forces with a Demon King. Terran has made a deal with a Demon King…”

“Silence!” 

Rayze finally snapped, unable to bear the weight of their accusations any longer. A surge of energy, empowered by her Hero’s strength, erupted from her body, sweeping across the classroom.

*Whoosh—!*

Rayze was a Hero, one of the hundred strongest individuals on the continent.

Even if she was ranked last, her power was formidable, far beyond anything these students could comprehend.

“Ugh…”

“My head…”

They groaned, overwhelmed by the force of her aura, their minds reeling from the sudden burst of power.

“I… I’m sorry,” Rayze stammered, regretting her outburst.

“I’m so…”

But her apology only served to deepen their fear; their gazes, once filled with despair and anger…

“You’re the same…”

…were now filled with terror.

“She’s no different from the Demon King.”

They no longer saw her as a Hero.

To them, she was the one who brought the Demon King to the academy, the one responsible for their despair…

…and the target of their rage.

“Sigh.”

Rayze stood there, defeated.  She had no idea how to salvage this situation.

Exhausted, she glanced out the window.

What am I going to do?

This was proving to be far more difficult than she had anticipated.

But she refused to give up.

She clutched Kyle’s necklace, a reminder of her purpose, clutching to hope even in the face of despair.

I won’t give up.

But her resolve, already fragile, was soon shattered.

“Wh-What’s happening?!”

The students erupted in panic, their attention drawn to the commotion outside.

In the middle of the training grounds, Louis stood with the students of Class-A.

The two unconscious students, Roberto and Erna, lay sprawled on the ground like discarded dolls. Louis’ voice, amplified by magic, boomed across the academy grounds.

“This is your first lesson.”

His voice was cold, emotionless.

“Kill each other.”

END σϝ CHAPTER

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