Villain Professor of Heroes – Chapter 51

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Yoo Hee-won, with arms crossed, recalled Han Min-ha’s actions over the past few weeks.

Han Min-ha had trained like a madwoman.

She had followed Professor Kyo’s insane training methods without complaint and hadn’t given up even after being beaten countless times.

Yoo Hee-won knew she was aiming to drastically improve her ranking in the end-of-semester evaluations.

That must have been why she was working so hard.

But why Song Do-yoon, of all people?

Song Do-yoon was one of the top students in the upper class, and Han Min-ha couldn’t be unaware of that.

There were other, easier targets in the upper class; why choose Song Do-yoon?

The faculty wouldn’t be crazy enough to pit a lower-class student against an upper-class student without a reason, so Han Min-ha must have requested it.

Hmm… let’s see…

Did that bitch Song Do-yoon bully Han Min-ha behind my back?

She must have been jealous of Han Min-ha sticking to me and decided to get rid of her.

And Han Min-ha was planning to get revenge on Song Do-yoon for misunderstanding and harassing her?

Han Min-ha…

She was aiming to move up to the upper class and stab Song Do-yoon in the back at the same time?

And during the interpersonal combat evaluation, with broadcasters and agencies watching?

I thought she was just a dumb Cow, but maybe she wasn’t so stupid after all.

Or…

Did Professor Kyo orchestrate all of this?

Behind my back?

This was getting interesting.

Yoo Hee-won’s devilish grin widened.

“Why does she want to fight you? Did something happen between you two?”

Yoo Hee-won feigned ignorance, trying to gauge the situation, but Song Do-yoon didn’t answer.

Song Do-yoon’s expression was cold and hard.

Not from fear.

But from humiliation and rage.

At first, she thought she had misread the match-up list, but she hadn’t.

Han Min-ha…?

She had chosen me as her opponent?

Why?

Ah, right.

It’s because I asked you for a favor, isn’t it?

Was my request that she stop flirting with Hee-won and step aside so offensive?

Did she really want to steal Hee-won that badly?

Fine, then.

I was going to let it slide because she had been quiet lately.

But since she was asking for it, I would gladly crush her.

I would grind her bones to dust, making sure she never had such foolish thoughts again.

Hee-won would be my bride.

I would propose as soon as we graduated, and I had already planned our honeymoon destination.

No one could take her away from me.

Yoo Hee-won watched Song Do-yoon, who was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, with amusement.

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On the day of the end-of-semester evaluations,

The academy’s main gate was congested with vehicles from early morning.

Broadcasters, media outlets, Administration officials, hero agency staff, and even some active heroes.

They had all come to watch the interpersonal combat evaluations.

With so many people gathered, the Defense Brigade and academy staff were busy managing the entry procedures, screening for potential troublemakers.

The freshman interpersonal combat evaluations were a major event that drew significant public attention.

I sat with the other professors in the evaluation seats at the Comprehensive Combat Training Ground.

The training ground was a circular arena, like a colosseum or a baseball dome, with a large, square space in the center for free combat.

This was where Han Min-ha would face Song Do-yoon.

The spectator seats were buzzing with activity as students and other attendees filled the arena.

Ambulances and professors from the Recovery, Regeneration, and Healing Studies department were on standby near the exits.

Anyone seriously injured during the evaluations would be immediately transported to the academy infirmary for treatment.

The presence of so many medical personnel indicated just how intense the evaluations were.

With everyone’s attention focused on them, it was a chance for students to rise to stardom, so it was no wonder they were fighting for their lives.

Once all the professors and external attendees were in their seats, the evaluations began.

As the names of the participants appeared on the electronic display board, the students emerged from the waiting rooms.

Dozens of cameras followed their every move, and headhunters busily scribbled notes in their notebooks and phones.

Graford, the premier hero training academy.

The freshman interpersonal combat evaluations, where students used all the skills they had learned, without restrictions.

The fierce competition to discover uncut gems had begun.

The students who caught the attention of the attendees would receive top priority recruitment offers after graduation.

Whether they chose to work for the Administration on official missions, or join a private agency as a sidekick or independent contractor, their options would be wide open.

The first match began.

The arena vibrated with the impact of Aura waves and various techniques.

Although they were freshmen, these selected students possessed formidable Aura power.

The professors carefully observed the battles, filling out evaluation forms and intervening when necessary to prevent life-threatening situations.

The returning students cheered, clapped, and marveled, heightening the atmosphere, while Administration and hero agency officials keenly assessed the students’ potential.

A few active heroes were seated in the front row of the spectator seats.

Some I knew, and some were new faces.

The unfamiliar heroes must have debuted after I lost my memory.

One of the heroes caught my eye and waved cheerfully.

He had come to watch, too.

He must have been free lately.

But I was on duty, so I simply nodded in acknowledgment, avoiding any personal interaction.

The matches continued.

The ambulances made several trips to and from the infirmary, transporting injured students.

The aspiring heroes’ competitive spirit was beyond imagination, especially with headhunters and Administration officials, who held their future in their hands, watching them.

“I expected it, but it’s still intense.”

Professor Jin Se-young whispered and shook her head.

“This is practically their debut match.”

“That’s true, but… ha… Min-ha is next… I hope she’ll be okay.”

[Han Min-ha – Song Do-yoon]

Han Min-ha’s name appeared on the electronic display board.

It was already her turn?

The match-up that had captured the attention of both the faculty and the students.

The clueless Han Min-ha, who had fainted during the basic evaluation, versus Song Do-yoon, the ace of the upper class.

The medical staff on standby started bustling around.

The faculty had warned them in advance, as the difference in skill level between the two students, based on their official rankings, was significant.

Who would end up in the ambulance, Han Min-ha or Song Do-yoon?

Only time would tell.

But one thing was certain:

Han Min-ha was the more desperate one.

Show me what you’ve got, Han Min-ha.

A hero is someone who takes flight when pushed off a cliff.

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In the waiting room, Song Do-yoon and Han Min-ha didn’t exchange a single word.

Song Do-yoon intentionally ignored Han Min-ha, and while Han Min-ha glanced at her, she didn’t feel like talking.

But they were both thinking.

Song Do-yoon was contemplating how to crush Han Min-ha, while Han Min-ha was replaying Professor Kyo’s training in her mind.

Soon, their names were called over the intercom.

“Good luck, Do-yoon.”

“Do your best.”

The upper-class students offered words of encouragement to Song Do-yoon.

Song Do-yoon and Han Min-ha walked side by side down the hallway.

“Han Min-ha.”

Song Do-yoon stopped just before they reached the end of the hallway.

“I warned you, didn’t I? I guess it didn’t quite register with your limited intellect, did it?”

Han Min-ha didn’t respond to Song Do-yoon’s provocation.

“I know why you’re doing this. It’s because of Hee-won, isn’t it? You have feelings for her, and I’m in your way, right? That’s why you’re trying to get rid of me.”

Song Do-yoon smirked.

“I applaud your courage. But challenging me is pointless. The outcome is already decided. You’ll never beat me, and you’ll never steal Hee-won away.”

Han Min-ha remained silent, seemingly unwilling to engage in a verbal sparring match.

“Hee-won is mine. She has been since the day we first enrolled. Hee-won loves me, too. There’s no room for a dirty whore like you. So…”

“Ha…”

Han Min-ha let out a shaky breath.

Then, she looked at Song Do-yoon with a nervous expression and finally spoke.

“S-s-s…”

She stammered, as if trying to say something.

“S-s…”

Song Do-yoon looked at her with contempt.

But her expression didn’t last long.

Because of what Han Min-ha finally managed to say.

“Shut up, you damn lesbian.”

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