Am I Really Cut Out to Be a Villain?

It wasn't until people at the neighboring tables left and the restaurant quieted down that some noticed the situation here.

The gleaming Gold Soul Coin on the table drew everyone's gaze.

The young girl seemed to be locked in a stubborn standoff with Lin Chuan, having already guessed his intentions.

Since he neither left nor agreed, it was obvious he wanted to turn the tables and humiliate her.

Given her status, she naturally couldn't back down, yet she was at a disadvantage.

Today was the greatest grievance she had suffered in her dozen or so years of life.

In an instant, her eyes welled up with tears; she stopped slamming the Gold Soul Coin and crouched down to weep.

Lin Chuan, however, remained leisurely. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he swept the hundred or so Gold Soul Coin on the table into his storage Soul Tool.

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with this seat, but I've already eaten and rested enough."

"Before I leave, I'll do you a favor and trade with you."

"You can sit."

With that, Lin Chuan walked away directly.

The young girl clenched her pink fists, wiped the tears from her face, and shouted angrily at his departing back:

"Don't let me run into you again!"

Returning to the rented courtyard.

Lin Chuan observed the Blue Silver Emperor in the corner; its life state was excellent, truly possessing tenacious vitality.

After washing up and changing his clothes, he headed out once more.

His destination this time was Shrek Academy.

He intended to test whether Tang Hao was still around; who knew if he had been watching from the shadows all along.

If he were in the shadows, he would be noticed the moment he sought out Xiao Wu for a conversation.

Once he sensed a powerful mental force attempting to probe him, it would mean Tang Hao was still there.

If he sensed nothing, he would simply abduct her.

Shrek Academy was not far from Suotuo City.

Lin Chuan exited the city gates and walked toward the road leading to the remote yet still well-traveled village.

Passing through the long, bustling road, what came into view was an ordinary yet lively village town.

Shrek Academy was considered a famous academy in this town.

In the eyes of those who had seen the world, Shrek was nothing more than an academy as ordinary as could be, a trashy academy as destitute as could be.

But to the people here, Shrek was a good academy in every sense of the word.

After all, anyone capable of running a high-level academy was no simple character.

If the students here could join the academy, they would have security during the dangerous process of hunting for a Spirit Ring, as well as the ability to train their combat skills and learn more knowledge.

The pity was that Shrek Academy had ambitions higher than the sky.

They only accepted geniuses, only monsters.

Shrek Academy had poor living conditions, scarce resources, no good simulated cultivation environments, and even charged fees to check if enrollment requirements were met.

A "three-no" academy with no connections, no resources, and no money, yet it only wanted geniuses with talent and strength.

For a genius with Innate Soul Power of level eight or higher and a spirit power of level twenty-one by age twelve, the cultivation and resources they would receive at a better academy would be more than double this.

If it were the Shrek of ten thousand years later, the enrollment conditions would be considered quite decent.

But to have such enrollment conditions ten thousand years ago was truly "far-sighted," reaching all the way to the future.

The current Shrek had already passed its enrollment period, and the registration area appeared deserted.

On the overall retro wooden gate hung the five large, dust-covered, and somewhat dilapidated characters: "Shrek Academy."

The top featured an arched design supported by pillars on both sides, which, paired with the surrounding greenery, appeared somewhat natural and plain.

"What a pity, I'm here to wreck the place."

Looking at the scene, Lin Chuan shook his head and sighed, feeling a long-lost sense of comfort.

"Could it be that I'm truly cut out to be a villain? Thinking about how I'm about to bully the little brat and wreck the place to show off, I'm actually feeling a bit excited."

Glancing around and seeing no obstacles, Lin Chuan simply walked right in.

There was nothing left to steal in an academy like this; hiring more guards would just be a waste of money.

If one really entered the interior of the academy, they would be discovered by the teachers or students here.

There was no sign at the entrance, but Shrek had a rule:

Any trespassers discovered would be severely punished without exception!

Of course, excluding those stronger than them.

At this moment.

Inside the Shrek training grounds.

The group from Shrek, having already completed their initial introductions, gathered here and stood in an orderly line.

Flender stood on the platform with a solemn and dignified expression, his leather coat shimmering with a deep light brown under the sun, the pendant on his chest swaying as he moved.

"Today I punished you all with a run, and you were all late?"

His voice was low, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below with a scrutinizing look.

The group dared not meet his eyes, lowering their heads and murmuring a sullen "Yes."

Ma Hongjun's face was bruised black and blue, making his already bloated features look even rounder.

Under Flender's scrutiny, he kept his head tucked low like a quail.

"Ma Hongjun, Oscar, have you finished the extra five laps I assigned you?"

Oscar opened his mouth, but looking at his brother's miserable state, he still nodded:

"Ran... ran them all."

Seeing him like this, the anger in Flender's eyes flared up instantly, and he roared:

"Oscar, do you know why I punished you!"

"You really are a good guy, running Ning Rongrong's laps for her, and running Ma Hongjun's laps for him too."

"Do you want me to present you with an award!"

Feeling the pressure released by Flender's rage, the others' faces turned fearful and respectful.

Through the explanations given by Oscar and Dai Mubai over the past few days, they finally understood the power of a Spirit Saint.

Much of it was due to the fact that he had been talked up too much.

Ma Hongjun knew the reason for Flender's anger and quickly stepped forward:

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'll go run five more laps right now. Oscar only did it because he saw I was injured..."

Flender immediately shouted angrily:

"So you know you didn't finish your laps!"

Flender knew why Ma Hongjun had been beaten and why his injuries were so severe.

The reason was that a few days ago, the boy's evil fire had been acting up, and Ma Hongjun had pestered his girlfriend Cuihua for help, only to be beaten up by Tang San, who had intervened out of a sense of justice.

After settling down, he broke up with Cuihua.

But yesterday, when his wicked fire flared up again, he used his lecherous gaze to leer at the curvaceous Zhu Zhuqing and the pure and cute Ning Rongrong.

Before his old wounds could heal, he was beaten up by them again.

This left him, as a master, feeling utterly helpless.

Unfortunately, he had no way to directly resolve Ma Hongjun's evil fire, and because of this whole business with Ning Rongrong, his mood was exceptionally irritable.

During the mutual insults this morning, neither side had come out on top.

They had each struck at the other's sore spots, though Flender, having experienced much, was still able to keep his cool.

At first, to make the students obediently respect him as the principal, he had been content to accept the flattery of Oscar and Dai Mubai.

But Ning Rongrong, as the daughter of a sect master from the Upper Three Sects, naturally had much broader horizons and disdained his self-promotion.

Today, another farce had broken out.

To prevent such things from happening again, he had no choice but to step forward and demonstrate his authority as the principal.

He would kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and by choosing someone he was familiar with, it would be easier to smooth things over later.

In truth, he wasn't that angry. Just as he was about to scold them a bit more and send Ma Hongjun and Oscar off to finish their punishment, his peripheral vision caught a figure walking up the path toward the academy gate.