I Enrolled as the Villain

"Damnit."

The red spear dug deep into my side. Heat seared up my shoulder. I stumbled, blood soaking into my uniform.

Too serious. This was too serious for a school competition.

The spear dissolved—vanished into mist.

Finally.

I backed away, steps uneven, lungs burning as I tried to form a strategy. Then he disappeared. Red mist swallowed him.

So that was him.

The Saint Of Nothing.

Maybe not stronger than the Blue Star

But far, far harder to predict.

And in a place like this, that might be worse.

My Mythrigan flared again—sharper now, lenses rotating.