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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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The class president at Mirinae Academy had unique responsibilities unlike typical class presidents. Besides the usual chores, they also had to participate in occasional meetings and, most importantly, moderate the “cross-feedback” sessions.
Cross-feedback involved students providing each other with feedback and exchanging opinions before the professor intervened. The problem was, these sessions often turned incredibly sharp and critical.
‘Those unfamiliar with giving feedback often criticize rather than critique, and those receiving feedback take it as personal attacks.’
Moderating these sessions for first-year students unaccustomed to such exchanges? It was practically hell.
The bigger problem was that Mirinae Academy heavily emphasized student interaction. And the class president, who had to moderate every single session, constantly mediating and barely able to voice their own opinions, wasn’t exactly popular.
Brrrrring!
As soon as the bell signaling the end of break rang, Gainad entered the classroom and explained the class president’s duties. Students who had been considering running for the position immediately looked at Lee Seok-hyun after hearing Gainad’s explanation.
“Don’t overthink the feedback part. We’ll step in at the end, so feel free to run.”
It was an honorable position, leading important events, but the accompanying responsibilities and pressure were immense. Even Benras, ambitious for success at Mirinae, and Bellos, fiercely proud of his noble status, remained silent.
“This is the worst.”
The reason they were looking at him was obvious – the training ground incident. His feedback there had solidified the perception that he was the perfect candidate for class president. Moreover, there were other seemingly valid reasons: being Acasa’s only disciple and solving Lee Hwa-ryeong’s five difficult questions.
He was the only student in Class S recognized for both his accomplishments and his ability to provide constructive feedback.
“Why didn’t I think of this before?”
There was a reason the cheetah laughed from behind. He hadn’t expected such a disaster to befall him after rushing ahead like a slow tortoise and taking the lead.
“Any candidates?”
He looked around, hoping against hope that someone else would volunteer. The only benefit of being class president under these terrible conditions was the title itself.
“There’s no one.”
After a brief scan, it was clear. Everyone was staring at him. His hopes vanished like smoke.
“I’ll do it.”
He reluctantly raised his hand. It was better to take the initiative and make a good impression than to drag things out and be chosen anyway. He declared his candidacy, embracing the inevitable.
“Anyone else? Then let’s vote… Well, that seems unnecessary.”
Gainad, about to prepare ballots, nodded as everyone raised their hands in agreement.
‘I feel cheated.’
Becoming class president didn’t feel good at all.
‘I need to keep things low-key at the academy.’
The first button of his academy life had been fastened, and it was a bad omen.
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“Class is about to begin. Make sure you remember your classrooms and arrive on time.”
““Yes!””
“Class president, come to the first-year faculty office after class. That’s all.”
““Yes!!””
After their resounding response, the students scattered, heading to their respective classes. Mirinae Academy was divided into three disciplines: Magic, Martial Arts, and Other Studies. Even within the same class, students attended different lectures. Some chose double majors, but…
The increasing difficulty of advanced courses as they progressed through the years discouraged many from pursuing this path.
“Benras and I are the only ones with double majors.”
Benras intended to study both Magic and Other Studies, and had already received considerable help from Lee Seok-hyun. Since interaction with upperclassmen was limited, first-year students often relied on each other for advice, especially when creating their schedules.
“Some are taking both Martial Arts and Magic.”
As he was about to head to his Magic class…
Pat.
He felt something cling to his arm and turned to see…
“Meiri?”
“Why?”
“…What are you doing?”
“Going together.”
He refrained from asking if she really needed to link arms. Coming from Shinmibi, she probably lacked common sense about human customs. If other students had linked arms, it would have caused whispers, but since it was Meiri, everyone seemed to accept it.
‘With her small stature, it feels more like…’
…a father and daughter rather than anything romantic. He casually started walking towards the classroom, scanning his surroundings.
‘So-hyun and Bellos are in Magic too… and so is he?’
Even as a veteran “Final Destiny” player, he couldn’t know everything. He knew everything related to Lee Seok-hyun, but not much else, so he had to keep confirming.
“How tall are you?”
“131cm, why?”
“Just curious.”
“You?”
“170cm.”
“Not much difference.”
“…”
He made small talk with Meiri as they walked, and then Yu So-hyun squeezed through the crowd and joined them. Since he was in the front, Bellos positioned himself ahead of him, and Benras trailed behind.
Bellos probably moved forward because he didn’t want to be behind commoners, and Benras stayed behind likely due to being soundly defeated by Lee Seok-hyun both in the survival game and at the training grounds. As a result, he was surrounded – a main character on each side and Benras behind him.
‘Is this really necessary?’
Being sandwiched between three main characters and one supporting character felt like a bad omen, a foreshadowing of turbulent times ahead. It was like being at the center of a storm’s eye.
Fortunately, students from other classes couldn’t witness this spectacle. Mirinae Academy’s meritocratic system prohibited students from different classes from attending the same lectures, hence the large number of professors.
‘Didn’t they say putting idiots among geniuses creates no synergy?’
He recalled something a morally bankrupt professor had said while he was playing the game. It was better to group students of similar abilities, allowing only the most driven to rise above the rest. Though unspoken, most professors seemed to operate under this principle.
“What are we learning today?”
“Probably basic magic theory.”
The most important aspect of a double major was choosing which classes to attend. Mirinae Academy didn’t offer any special privileges to double majors. If two classes overlapped, students had to choose one, effectively losing half of each course, a significant disadvantage. Many first-year students, unaware of this, had suffered the consequences, failing to advance to the next year. This information had become more widespread, reducing the number of double majors, but it remained a challenging path. That’s why prioritizing was crucial.
‘I’ve analyzed the curriculum, the first-day lectures for each course, and the exam formats.’
Even though he hadn’t attended the academy often, he knew the curriculum inside and out. It was like diligently maintaining a rarely used path. Knowing the most efficient class schedule, which courses were essential, and which could be skipped – no one could match him in this area.
“Don’t you even know that, commoner? You might be class president, but you’re still inexperienced. Today’s lesson is Mana Perception.”
“Then you teach it.”
“…”
Bellos, seemingly remembering the curriculum after hearing their conversation, immediately shut up after Lee Seok-hyun’s retort.
‘Mana Perception.’
The reason he was attending the Magic class first, even before Other Studies, was precisely this. Lee Seok-hyun was supposed to have a body incapable of holding mana, but not anymore.
‘Natural Mana.’
If he could properly utilize it, everything would become much easier.
‘I must acquire it.’
He sat down, determined, as the students took their seats according to rank.
“Class President, please come forward.”
He stood up immediately.
‘Damn this class president thing.’
It was completely useless.
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[well ig ill fuckin kms i swear i dont even know what im doing]
Thanks for the chapter