Villain : Nonchalant Greedy-Chapter 8: The Three Ones

"An additional thousand contribution points will be added to your balance!" said old Yugur, staring at Arsene from behind his desk.

They were in a spacious room adorned with various decorations and memorabilia, along with several full-body external armors. Regardless of the fact that old Yugur was a Singular of the info type, perhaps his other identity was that of a warrior or a knight — or maybe he was just a child with heroic dreams of knighthood that grew with him over time.

Arsene replied with a smile, "I didn't mean to get rewarded. You're embarrassing me with your generosity, Devision Head Yugur. I didn't do anything — it was just a simple conversation."

Yugur smiled, "But that doesn't change the fact that you left a deep impression on him. I heard he might stay in that state for weeks. The last one who affected him that much was the Emperor's consort, Saradgeid."

"That's an honor then. But... another thousand contribution points? Isn't that a bit much?" Arsene asked.

"When I think about it... yeah, it is a bit much. Even the thousand points from that test were too generous. But I like you, Arsene," Yugur said casually.

"So, as long as no one knows, it won't hurt anyone."

Arsene simply smiled in response.

The meeting and the test had gone smoothly. There was some attention drawn — attention that could've been avoided. But it was clear from Arsene's actions that he didn't intend to avoid it.

Clem had apologized to Arsene for having misjudged him, saying his strong sense of justice had led to a wrong assumption. Arsene brushed it off and apologized in return for not warning Clem earlier — he could've given him a heads-up before the class started.

But since the test had only one winner, Arsene's greed and selfishness had outweighed his own moral sense — that's assuming he had one to begin with.

Now, the three of them were at Arsene's apartment, chatting about random things.

"So, has your new roommate arrived yet?" Arsene asked.

Sarl was lying on his stomach, shirtless, while his clone massaged his back. "Ahhh, yeah right there!" he groaned.

Clem replied, "Yeah, he showed up. Seems like an organized guy, strict schedule — like he was raised in a military household."

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"You wouldn't believe it!" Sarl jumped in. "He sleeps at 8 PM sharp and wakes up at dawn. Then he goes off for what he calls a 'morning workout'. When I asked what that meant, he said he's got multiple training sessions throughout the day. If I had half his discipline, I would've been chosen as the heir to our tribe chief!"

"Ooh, sounds like an interesting guy," Arsene commented.

"But the real interesting one here is you, Arsene!" Clem smiled, eyes fixed on him.

"Man, there's nothing interesting about me. That's just how I am — I'm a Singular of the info type. Maybe I'm one of those people they call psychopaths," Arsene said jokingly.

"What's that?" Sarl asked, confused.

Clem explained, "It's someone who isn't completely sane — like mentally unstable."

Sarl burst out laughing, mocking them both. "Heh heh! Man, what is this nonsense?! If someone back in our tribe heard you, you'd be laughed out of the room.

Things like that? Just kid stuff. Maybe they weren't beaten enough as children to wake up to the real world. You're supposed to focus on three things: shelter, food, and mating — that's what we're taught in the tribe. All that talk about mental illnesses and disorders? We don't recognize any of that. Only fevers."

Clem and Arsene both smiled at the simplicity of Sarl's worldview. But isn't that life, too? Why do you always have to think outside the box? Why worry about things that neither benefit nor harm you?

Shelter, food, mating.

Arsene felt a harsh dose of realism in what Sarl had said — but at the same time, he knew Sarl had no idea how the world truly worked.

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"Four days left until the start of the core classes for the first year. Contrary to what I expected, the classes won't be separated for the Singularities, which means the classroom will be mixed — regular people and Singularities from various categories," said Clem.

"There is unity in diversity — that's the approach followed by all educational systems. The future demands people with different experiences to coexist with others from various specialties."

"The Alliance isn't raising us to rule it. It's raising us to defend it — which means wars, and power struggles."

These words came from Sarl, which surprised both Clem and Arsene. Sarl quickly noticed their reaction.

"What's with you two? I mean... I get your reaction. I always act like an idiot around you, but that's just because I feel comfortable with you and trust you."

"In my tribe, this kind of diversity is common. I was an archer, but my father would often send me to the blacksmith to learn how to forge weapons and arrows. Sometimes, I'd go plow the land too."

"I was good at everything I did. I thought I was born to do every job in the tribe. But once I discovered my Singularity, everything changed. My family started investing more in me and said that my future wasn't in the tribe, but out there — at the Academy, in the One Throne Alliance—"

SNOOOORE

A loud snore came from Sarl. SNOOOOOORE!

The massage he got from his clone had relaxed him so much it knocked him into deep sleep. Clem and Arsene stared at Sarl, then looked at each other and smiled.

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The days passed quickly. Arsene, Clem, and Sarl trained together to prepare for the upcoming beginner-level activity. Sarl gave a few tips to help Clem and Arsene improve their physical strength.

Clem struggled a bit, but Arsene's physical fitness and strength were exceptional — maybe the body's previous owner had taken training seriously.

Their new friend Klause, the disciplined one, also lent a hand. He was Clem and Sarl's roommate, so the four of them began to grow and train together.

They used to wake up before dawn, running for a full hour at their maximum energy. After a short rest, they would do push-up exercises and practice what Klause called martial arts.

Since Sarl descended from a warrior tribe, he had some knowledge and, of course, prior training — unlike Arsene and Clem, who were practicing martial arts for the first time.

Arsene didn't know for sure, but he was certain the body's original owner had trained extensively before, as the muscle memory helped him, giving his movements more fluidity during training.

It felt as if he had been doing this for decades. All that was left was to train hard and regain his former level. Both Sarl and Klause were astonished by how rapidly Arsene was improving by the minute.

Through his movements, kicks, punches, stamina, endurance, speed, strength, reflexes — his body moved according to a formation that was complex and impossible to master in a single day.

That's why the two questioned whether Arsene was just messing with them, pretending this was his first time training. But he swore to them that it truly was his first time.

At least... in this life.

The problem was Clem. He struggled immensely — building a body in a short amount of time was no easy feat. So Clem decided to leave it to time. It would be the one to polish him properly.

If Arsene was taken out of the equation, the other three showed no noticeable improvement in their level. Sarl and Klause had been training for years, their foundations already well-built. Any real progress for them would take weeks, maybe months, to become visible.

They were already good—too good for a four-day routine to make a real difference. Then there was Clem. Unlike the others, he had no prior training, and unlike Arsene, his body held no hidden potential. It was no surprise that his level remained the same. For Clem, the journey had only just begun.

And so, a new dawn was about to rise — after four days, the core lessons had officially begun.

The first day is always special, usually because it's full of surprises — surprises like the shattering and destruction of some new students' dreams.