He sat on the long table, small sounds of laughter could be heard as they chatted with one another.

"Damn, I wish I could've been there,"

"You won't believe it, Wyatt drank the entire bottle then threw up on the girl,"

"Shut up, Kyle, weren't you sobbing on my shoulder after you got drunk?"

"HEY!, don't trust this guy, Mark, he's just making that up,"

"Sureeeeee," Mark looked at him with a grin.

At first glance, Wyatt looked like any other student, sure he was a noble that came from a wealthy family, which made him stand out, but all I can see right now is a teenager having a good time with his friends.

If I didn't read the novel there was no way I would have known that in the future he would forcibly try to sleep with Xayah.

I have no idea why would he do such a thing but I have two guesses.

Either an event would occur that would make him extremely obsessed with Xayah causing him to change,

or, he is currently now just putting on an act and would soon shed that mask.

I look back at Wyatt, as he sat in the third row at the front, his black hair reached all the way to his shoulders, and his grey eyes were full of life as he talked with his friends.

His body full of muscles with no hint of fat showed that he trained like a madman.

He soon stood up and gestured to his friends that he was going to the bathroom,

As he slouched through the front door, I still can't bring myself to believe that a normal student like him, would do such a horrible thing in the future.

After a few minutes, Xayah and Gwen finally returned to the classroom with the elven girl still chewing on some fries.

I thought Nathan would try his luck again but he continued talking to the students flocking to his seat, eager to make friends with him.

I mean who wouldn't want to make connections with one of the strongest family in Tyresia right?

Me,

In contrast to Wyatt who was only briefly mentioned in the novel, as after he was punched, kicked, and beaten by the protagonist right after his failed attempt to sleep with Xayah, he was soon expelled, and never mentioned again in the novel.

But even though he failed, Xayah would be traumatized and fall into a deep depression causing her to lose that cheerful attitude of hers.

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Mr. Reynold over here would try to cheer her up, which would cause her to be obsessed with him.

The funny thing is, our protagonist would be ecstatic seeing Xayah return to her former self, completely oblivious to the faint tinge of purple in her eyes as she gazes into him.

Nathan on the other hand, was not a third-rate villain, he was a full-fledged one.

I do not need to speculate what his motivations are for hating the protagonist.

He has a complete God Complex and can't stand the feeling of someone being better than him.

He might be hiding it now but I know at the moment he realized that another first-year took the first place on the Class and Global ranking, he was fuming.

Right now that fury is directed at Gwen, but when Reynold would inevitably surpass him.

His rage akin to the flames of hell will burn his soul as his mind was unable to comprehend being beaten by a commoner.

Well, it doesn't matter what his and Wyatt's motivations are, what matters is I know what they would do in the future, and I need to prevent it.

I have been preparing myself for the last month, mentally and physically.

The thought of killing a breathing living person was something I could not easily do.

I tried to moralize and rationalize it.

But as I live here, that soon changed.

Only god can truly judge others, not me.

I know, but that does not make this easier,

That-

You're right.

I open my eyes as I remember what I told myself a month ago.

Wyatt spear aura was the color of violet, hinting that it was B-Rank.

There was no possible way that I could ever beat him with my sword.

So the best way for me to defeat him would be to assassinate him.

But right now, I haven't even killed a person yet here I am already thinking this way.

I need experience, I could try to use my skill to nullify my emotions but, I can't keep relying on a skill that I can only use once a day.

But thankfully, I know where to get them.

Then a person with red hair entered the class, and almost immediately everybody went to their respective seats.

Ms. Rebecca has finally returned and looks like the first class in the entire semester will start.

"Alright, everyone, who here can tell me what Aura and Mana are?"

"Me!"

"Pick me teach, I know the answer,"

I slowly zoned out and mindlessly stared at the whiteboard.

As I feel the boredom creep into my mind,

I soon find myself asking a question.

What is my role in this world?

Am I the protagonist? Yeah hell no.

A villain? Doesn't seem to be.

A side character? Maybe.

An extra? Definitely.

But I think the term outsider fits me more.

And honestly, I would like it to stay that way.

No amount of good can come from trying to befriend that airheaded protagonist nor those heroines with cuckoos in their heads.

Or any attention at all, as villains may target me instead of the protagonist.

Stay low, avert flags, and go home.

That shall be my motto.

"Student in the back?"

I soon stop gazing at the whiteboard instantly and looked at Ms. Rebecca.

"How about you answer the question?"

What the f*ck is this cliche.

If I wasn't observant I could have been like the protagonist, scratching his neck at embarrassment, only able to utter the words "ah, uhm,"

I soon stood up and carefully remembered the novel.

With each word that came out of my mouth spoken with caution,

"Mana and Aura, are energies that flow naturally in the world, both can be attained by effort and training, while some simply awaken it in their later lives, but in rare occasions, there are some who already have them when they are born,"

"Good, a perfect score for you,"

I sat down in my chair and let out a sigh of relief,

Thankfully I managed to not reveal any other information that was about to be discovered in the future.

And as I take a quick glance around the classroom, no one seemed to care about me.

I inwardly utter a smile.