Villainous Instructor at the Academy

The morning sun had barely risen when Class C stood in the academy's abandoned training yard, staring at me like I was the cruelest man alive. I wasn't, of course. But I was willing to play the part if it meant beating some discipline into this group of troublemakers.

I looked at the weighted stones, it took me the whole night to finish it. I didn't expect that useless rune carving event on the game could benefit like this.

I wiped a single drop tear from my eye, "my proud creations let those brats suffer."

Julien raised an eyebrow. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

I sniffed, feigning deep emotion. "More than you could ever know."

Mira muttered something under her breath, probably another curse directed at me. Meanwhile, Felix was still glaring at his stone like he could will it out of existence.

"Alright, enough standing around," I said, cracking my neck. "You've got ten laps to go. If you drop the stone, you start over. If you complain, you do extra. And if you try to cheat—" I turned to Wallace, who was already fiddling with something in his sleeve, "—I'll make you run barefoot next time."

Wallace clicked his tongue but stuffed whatever gadget he had back into his pocket.

I clapped my hands. "Start running."

At first, everything seemed fine. The students jogged at a steady pace, holding onto their stones without much issue. I even saw Julien smirking like this was beneath him.

Then, after about thirty seconds, the magic kicked in.