My Borderline Supervillain-Slash-Hero System
Chapter 100 Demonic Child

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Demonic Child

Seeing the large stone doors abruptly rising from the ground, he whispered in shock."Long-range teleportation gates,"

Shelby smirked. "Boy, this is our latest tech. The Academy funds most of the global research labs, and many of the researchers are alumni. We get first picks."

Zane stared at the gates. Beyond the shimmering portals was only darkness.

"What are you all waiting for? Go!" Frankie shouted.

It was like poking a beehive. Students from the six groups rushed forward, jostling and stumbling to reach the gates. One by one, they vanished into the darkness beyond.

Still, some students hung back. Zane was among them.

He waited, unmoving, as the crowds thinned. Only a handful of freshers remained.

"Boy, good luck!" Shelby said, slapping Zane on the back.

Zane nodded, walking steadily toward the gate and stepping through without hesitation.

From the distance, Henry Bloodgale had been watching him the whole time. His smile widened as he whispered, "Zane... want to be friends with me? Zane..."

Then, without waiting, Henry walked toward the same gate with a peculiar grin plastered on his face.

"Hey! That’s not your group’s gate!" a third-year senior shouted.

Henry ignored him.

The senior immediately blocked his path. "Go back, brat! That’s an order!"

Henry laughed crisply, his eyes gleaming with mischief. With an effortless sidestep, he slipped past the senior like a phantom.

"Stop this brat!" the senior barked.

Ten more seniors rushed in. Movement skills flashed across the field, but none of them could catch the boy. He weaved between them with an eerie grace, laughing in a high-pitched, catlike voice.

Henry could’ve walked through the gate at any moment, but he was having too much fun. He stayed just out of reach, taunting them like a shadow that danced beyond their grasp.

Finally, as two teachers prepared to intervene with their techniques, Henry flicked his sleeve and appeared in front of the gate.

Waving nonchalantly, he spoke in that same silky, eerie voice, "Nice game! I enjoyed playing with you all. Let’s do this again sometime. For now, Zane must be waiting to be my friend."

With that, he vanished into the gate.

The seniors looked disgruntled, many grumbling under their breath.

"He ignored the rules and forced his way into the wrong gate. That’s grounds for disqualification," one suggested.

The two teachers, their faces red with embarrassment, kept silent.

Just as the tension rose, Shelby chuckled and said, "Come now, they’re just kids. He’s probably eager to be with his friend. All the gates lead to the same place anyway—no harm done."

The crowd calmed slightly.

"But it involved two teachers," someone murmured.

"That’s exactly why you should drop it," Shelby added. "If you press the matter, the teachers will lose face for failing to stop a fresher."

Reluctantly, the others agreed. One teacher, hiding his bruised pride, said diplomatically, "He’s just a child. Let him be a little playful. Once they’re in the Academy, we’ll shape them however we like."

There were layers to that comment.

Shelby whispered to himself, "So you want to keep playing with that demonic child? Be my guest."

He knew. Zane had told him not long ago. That boy wasn’t normal.

High above the stage, Director Aaron had also witnessed everything. His eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Hah! Another monster in this year’s batch. This is going to be an amazing year."

He leaned back, gazing up at the blue sky with a flicker of sorrow in his eyes.

"Brother, where are you? Things aren’t going well with the Academy. But this year... something’s going to change. First, Pudge joins as dean, and now two little monsters have entered the house you built. This time... I won’t let what happened to Zorro repeat."

It sounded more like a vow than a thought.

A long beer can appeared in his hand as if by magic, and he began chugging it slowly, his eyes never leaving the sky.

Below the stage, preparations on the platform were still underway.

A team from the Student Press Union walked forward, installing thousands of drones. Under someone’s remote control, the bee-like machines buzzed into motion, passing swiftly through the six teleportation gates.

Moments later, over a thousand live video feeds lit up the massive virtual screen hovering in the air. Faces of the freshmen students, now scattered across the surface of Mars, were projected clearly for all to see.

Next, the core members of the Student Board Ranking Committee gathered for a brief discussion before stepping onto the stage where the teachers were seated. After a short deliberation, they reached a decision.

The regions on Mars where the freshers had been transported were harsh—unfamiliar terrains riddled with corrupted mana beasts. To prevent unnecessary casualties, they agreed to deploy reinforcements: a team of 300 third-year students and 150 teachers.

However, there was a catch.

Many of the third-years belonged to powerful families and influential factions. The concern was obvious—they might offer biased support to participants from their own circles. As a result, a strict rule was put in place: anyone caught offering unfair aid or violating the integrity of the trial would face severe punishment.

Soon, the group of 300 third-year students stepped through the teleportation gates, followed closely by the teachers.

Everything happening on Mars was now being broadcast live for the world to watch.

In the outer region of the village, Erlin stared at the screen, eyes locked onto Zane’s face as it flashed across one of the feeds.

"I believe in you, my Zane," she whispered. "Do your best."

Meanwhile, back in the core region of the village, Dean Kora finally arrived and took her seat among the ten chairs reserved for the Deans.

The other Deans greeted her warmly.

Dean Russell asked, "It’s a big day. Why are you late?"

"I had some matters to attend to," Kora replied with a soft smile.

She happened to be seated right next to Pudge.

After a brief glance in his direction, she simply ignored him.

In the meantime. Director Aaron looked down and said, "But there is still some trouble brewing in the house."

He himself would only know his words were either directed to Pudge or Kora.