After passing identity checks, I entered Lumina Academy.
What I found inside wasn’t just an academy—it was an entire town.
People filled the streets, chatting animatedly about every imaginable topic.
Most wore different types of academy uniforms; some were entirely red.
The various designs represented different classes: Silver, Gold, and Star.
Students ranked 5000th to 501st were in the Silver class.
Students ranked 500th to 51st were in Gold, while the top 50 were in Star.
I didn’t spot anyone from the Star class.
The city had no skyscrapers—just three-storey buildings lined with shops and restaurants for students.
I spotted a huge mall not far from my location.
The academy spared no expense to ensure its students lived comfortably.
In the distance, I noticed buildings much larger than those nearby, but they were too far off to make out clearly.
That must be the main academy building, I thought, but Mina didn’t seem to appreciate me getting lost in my thoughts.
“Are you going to stand there lost in thought, or are you going to get moving?” I rolled my eyes and headed toward the central building.
The closer we got, the more imposing it seemed—until we finally stood at the academy’s gates.
Three main buildings rose before me—old-fashioned in style, but with a modern edge.
It looked just like it did in the game, but I hadn’t expected it to be so massive.
I watched other nobles my age enter one building and followed without hesitation.
The entrance exam prioritised high nobles—those from seven-star families and up—before the regular nobles.
The difference between high nobles and regular nobles was status: anyone from a 7-star family and up was considered a high noble; it was really that simple.
Mina and I joined the crowd in the waiting room.
As expected, gossip and stares followed us.
I ignored the envious glances and scanned the room for familiar faces from the game—and spotted two I recognised.
Terina Rain—one of the potential heroines in the game, and the one with probably the most broken Aspect here.
Her only weakness: she was blind.
I’d need her on my side in the future, but the Crown Prince had already blackmailed her into working for him.
I clicked my tongue and moved on.
Yones Wilder, an arrogant young master who joined the forbidden cult after being humiliated by the MC.
A third-rate villain—much like I was, except he survived longer than I ever did.
But, surprisingly, I didn’t see anyone else from the main cast.
The story should have started around now; I remembered Kevin always being surrounded by heroines, but he was nowhere to be found.
I shrugged it off and went to sit down, but just as I was about to, a woman approached me.
“You’re Asmari Dragaoth, right?” she asked, her tone edged with annoyance.
Her pink hair fell to her shoulders, and her sharp hazel eyes met mine.
I knew her—Urlia?
Uralila?
Ureliya, I think.
She was the vice president of the student council.
I glanced at her uniform and saw she was wearing the star class uniform.
It was a tailored black military-style uniform, adorned with intricate gold filigree, draped chains, and two red stripes.
“Hello?” She waved a hand in front of my face, noticing I wasn’t focused.
I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Yes?”
“7- and 8-star families have their own waiting room.” That made sense; I wondered where all the big names were.
I nodded and started following her alongside Mina.
She led the way.
But when she noticed Mina following, her eyes narrowed, scrutinising her from top to bottom.
“She’s not allowed,” she declared arrogantly.
“What?
Why?”
“I said only 7- and 8-star families are allowed.” I clicked my tongue, knowing exactly what this was really about.
“She’s my shadow,” I retorted sharply.
A small crowd started forming around us, sensing the growing tension.
They probably expected drama—and I was going to deliver.
“She’s still not from a 7 or-”
“Oh, but she is.” I cut her off.
“She’s from the Saber family, a seven-star family.” I smiled smugly.
Her lips curled into a snarl.
“Does this look like the demi-human’s domain to you?” Her tone dripped with disdain.
“We’re on the human continent.
Why does it matter if her family is a seven-star where she’s from?”
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“Tsk, and now I am.
They must be from the human continent—not some country with overgrown dogs and cats walking on two legs.” The crowd surrounding us burst into teary laughter.
“Pff, aha.
Overgrown dogs and cats—that’s a good one.”
“Yeah, who even let a demi-human into the academy?
Though she is beautiful, it’s a shame she’s a furry.”
“Haha, look at her—she’s getting angry.
Maybe she’ll start barking soon; quick, someone go fetch a bone she can nibble on.” The crowd’s laughter only grew as the racist insults piled up.
The pink-haired girl grew more and more smug as the comments continued.
The comment landed hard on Mina; her fist clenched, and she bit her tongue to keep herself from lashing out at the crowd.
She didn’t care about worsening Asmari’s reputation—it was already beyond saving.
What mattered was not shaming the Dragaoth name; she refused to disappoint the head because she lost control over her emotions.
So she steadied her breathing, unclenched her fist, and tried to stay calm—but the next thing the woman said made her blood boil hotter than ever.
“Oh, I just remembered.
Didn’t the whole Saber family get wiped out?” Her mocking voice echoed.
“Even if we counted families from the demi-human domain, you still wouldn’t have made the cut.”
Her laughter echoed through the room, joined by the crowd’s.
I saw Mina’s wrathful eyes look onto the pink-haired woman, losing any form of self-control she had.
She was about to lunge at her, but I grabbed her hand before she could move.
“Let go, Asmari,” she growled, her eyes bloodshot with unfiltered rage.
I’d never seen Mina this furious—not even back when I used to beat her.
“Let me handle this,” I whispered.
“Let go.” Her voice was threateningly low.
“My father,” I reminded her.
Mina’s furious expression shifted; her eyes flickered with a storm of conflicting emotions.
I seized the moment and called out to my spirit.
“Hokoria,” I called out.
“Tsk, what do you want, boy?
I told you not to wake me up.” I ignored her rudeness.
“I will need to use the first curse.”
“You don’t need me to use it.”
“I don’t?” I asked confusedly.
“Are you deaf?”
“Tsk, just tell me how.”
“Pour essence into the tattoo, and don’t wake me up again.” Before I could say anything, she severed our connection.
I sighed inwardly as I channelled essence through my body.
I could still hear the crowd making racist remarks about Mina.
And she was still torn—unable to decide whether to lash out or ignore them.
A small pulse of essence flowed into the tattoo, and the effect was immediate.
Killing intent leaked from me, silencing the crowd—people gasped for air, a few even dropped to their knees.
I deactivated it right away; I needed to save my strength for the entrance exam.
The woman looked unaffected, not that I’d expected her to be.
She was a fourth-year in the Star class after all.
My plan wasn’t to target her; I just wanted the loud nobles to quiet down a little.
“Okay, I understand,” I said flatly.
The pink-haired woman smiled smugly; Mina seemed to accept her fate and stopped resisting.
“Good, now let’s leave.
And tell your dog to stay be—”
“Since you insist on making things difficult,” I cut her off, my voice sharp as a blade.
“I’ll just have to involve the student council president.” I pulled out my phone and dialled a number.
The woman spun around, disbelief etched on her face.
“You wouldn’t call the president for something so minor, right?” she clearly believed I wouldn’t do it.
And I proved her wrong because I called and put the phone on speaker the next second.
The ringing echoed around the room.
Her disbelief slowly turned into horror as she realised I wasn’t bluffing.
Everyone held their breath as I looked at the phone expectantly.
After three rings, someone finally picked up.
A feminine, high-pitched voice echoed through the waiting room.
You finally called!
Do you know how long it’s been?
You never answer my calls, always leave me on delivered, even though you call me your favourite sister, and you didn’t even thank me for the money I gave you today.
Be honest, you don’t love your big sis anymore, right?”
My older sister Fiona fired questions at me like a machine gun, not giving me a chance to answer.
Everyone stared at my phone in stunned silence; I couldn’t tell what they were thinking.
But the pink-haired woman recognised that voice; it was the voice of the student council president.
I saw her face turn ghostly white, sweat dripping from her forehead.
She probably didn’t expect me to be close to my sister with my bad reputation.
But too bad for her, Fiona adored me.
“Fiona, you’re on speaker.” I finally managed to get a word in after her rambling.
“Huh?
Why?
Do you need something?
You know you don’t need to ask, right?
I give yo—” But I cut her off this time.
“An upper-class student is harassing Mina and me.” I heard Fiona’s voice cheerful just seconds ago, turned ice cold.
“Who?” Her commanding voice resounded through the whole waiting room, giving everyone there chills.
“She’s from the student council.”
“What’s her name?” She didn’t raise her voice, but I could feel the killing intent through the phone.
“What’s your name?” I asked the pink-haired, shaking woman.
“Urliya,” she replied, tears threatening to spill.
I didn’t even have to repeat it when my sister uttered her next words.
“Vice President Urliya, I hereby revoke your duties as vice president.” Gasps erupted from the crowd.
“No, no, no, please, President, you know how much I need this.” Her hand was cupped in a pleading gesture.
“Please, my father is going to kill me, I beg you.”
“You should have thought of that before speaking to bubble gum.” My brow twitched; how could she call bubble gum in such a serious situation?
“I didn’t even do anything to him.”
“Are you accusing my bubble gum of lying?” I really had the urge to press the red button on my phone at that moment.
I probably never felt so embarrassed in my life, but I managed to play it off.
“If Bubble Gum forgives you, then I’ll let you return.” When Urliya heard that, she collapsed to the floor, her hands clawing at the tile, tears streaming down her face.
“Please, Asmari, forgive me.” She crawled to my feet.
“I beg you, this is all I have.
I’ll give you anything—please, I’ll do anything,” she sobbed.
My lips curled into a devilish grin.
“Anything?” I asked, and she nodded desperately.
“Anything.” My smile deepened into something inhuman—something only the devil himself would wear.
“Go to Mina’s feet, kiss them, and apologise for everything you said to her.” Her eyes widened.
“You want me to apologise to this overgrown cat?!” I sighed.
“Guess you don’t want your position, then.”
“No, no, no,” she blurted, crawling toward Mina, shredding every last bit of pride she had.
The other examinees couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Many already had their phones out, recording the whole thing.
Mina looked disgusted; she didn’t want Urliya kissing her shoes or even apologising.
But before she could protest, I spoke again.
“After that, you’ll need to strip naked in front of everyone, run a full lap around the academy while screaming, ‘I’m a whore!’, then climb to the highest point, jump off, and if you survive, ask my sister for forgiveness.”
Every eye turned toward me in absolute, unfiltered terror, as if I were the devil incarnate.
“B-but I can’t do that.” I shrugged, glancing at the still-connected call.
“Fiona, I don’t think your punishment is enough for her; she doesn’t seem to be sorry.” My dear sister didn’t hesitate and gave orders.
“Urliya, come to my office now.” The poor woman broke down again, her face smeared with tears and snot.
I nearly laughed as I walked past, hanging up the phone, then said.
“Good luck—you’ll need it.” I waved a hand, not even glancing back.
Mina followed close behind.
The crowd went dead silent, every eye locked on my back as I left.
“He… he’s the devil.” Another muttered and nodded.
“Yes, the devil.
There’s no other way to describe him.” Everyone in the crowd nodded, agreeing that it was the only way to describe me.
And that’s how my infamous title as the academy’s devil began.
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