I Became The Mafia Boss Inside The Novel

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As soon as the teacher entered, the students   adjusted their seats and quieted down until the room was entirely silent.

However, the teacher didn't speak. He merely stood on the stadium while sweeping his gaze throughout the room.

They didn't know if it was their imagination or not, but there was a suffocating pressure that slowly came out of the man.

It made almost every student in the room nervous.

It didn't help that the man's eyes were sharp and piercing, intimidating whoever came eye to eye contact with them.

Even after a minute or so, the teacher was like a statue and remained still and unmoving on the stadium. Staring at them, silently.

While the students sat on their seats, no one spoke or moved an inch from their position as the nervousness they had turned into fear.

It was very apparent why they were afraid.

The teacher — a tall middle-aged man with a handsome, intimidating face stood on the stadium of the lecture hall. He swept his piercing gaze throughout the entire class calmly.

Dressed in a formal attire, a gray overcoat was draped over his shoulders. His choice of attire accentuated the stern and unyielding air he gave off to others.

His eyes—piercing and cold—made every weak-willed student in the room feel tense and nervous.

Without a doubt, the man was someone not be messed with.

Since he entered the lecture hall, the man had yet to speak a single word — but even so he had perfectly caught the attention of everyone in the room

After in what seemed like an eternity, the man finally spoke.

"My name is Alex Midgard. I'll be your survival instructor in your Hunter classes for this year. Remember my name well."

After he introduced himself, Alex took a chalk and turned around. He spoke as he wrote on the blackboard.

"Since this is the first day, I'd like to get things straight to you bunch of lots. I'm a simple man with very simple requirements."

"By simple requirements, what I mean is my rules in this class are simple. Attend my class, do not be late, and do not disturb my lesson. That's all I want."

"Failure to do so,"

Alex paused. Then, he tightened his hold on the chalk and dragged it through the surface of the black board.

<nulli>Screech—!

The students were alarmed, but once Alex turned around and swept his gaze to them again, they turned quiet.

"You and I will never see each other in this class again."

"Is that clear?"

The students, feeling apprehensive, nodded nervously from his gaze. Except... for one student that is.

One student raised his hand calmly. It took everyone's attention immediately, including Alex.

"No, It's not clear. I want you to explain it again for me."

The students widened their eyes in disbelief at his words. <nulli>Was this student crazy? Did he not...

But whether it was pure craziness or simple ignorance, the student that spoke had an amused smile.

Everyone finally got a good look of the student's appearance.

It was a white haired man with pale skin. He was dressed in a formal attire that didn't seem to match any other student's outfit.

There was something unique and mysterious about him that made him stand out among other people.

Furthermore, the man had sharp, piercing eyes that was no less terrifying than Alex Midgard's gaze.

Alex calmly stared at the white-haired student.

"What's your name?"

"Elias Corleone, a first year."

The student replied casually, as though it was a matter of no importance. But to the other students, it was a bombshell.

<nulli>Elias Corleone?! The guy in the headlines who killed the baron demon in the examination?!

Alex, seemingly remembering something, nodded slowly. He gave a deep look toward Elias.

"That obnoxious man had mentioned you to me in a passing conversation. I'd like to make it clear that I'm not like that man. I tolerate no disrespect from my students."

"Have I disrespected you in anyway? I was simply asking a question."

Elias raised his brows, nonplussed. He didn't seem intimidated or nervous at all, different from the others.

"That you haven't yet,"

Alex shook his head calmly. He put the chalk back on the blackboard and grabbed the cane beside him.

"But I'm warning you now. If you try, in any way, to disregard my status as your instructor. Then, you will pay the price for that."

"That sounds scary."

Elias smiled nonchalantly. He leaned on his chair casually and crossed his legs before he continued speaking.

"Let's move on, Professor Alex. I'd like to ask something regarding the rules; if we were to be late once, will you kick us out of the class immediately?"

Alex shook his head before replying.

"Three warnings. I'll give a total of three warnings per student."

Elias nodded slowly. That was reasonable then.

"What if there's a valid reason for being late? Then will you still give the student a warning or can you make exceptions?"

"I don't care. Being late constitutes as late, no matter the reason behind it. If you have any concerns about that, keep it to yourself. In this class, my words are the rules."

Alex retorted calmly. There was no trace of compromise on his voice. Only an unbending straight command.

Seemingly satisfied with the answers, Elias smiled politely.

"I see... as expected of you, Professor Alex Midgard. Thanks for answering my questions, Professor Alex. I appreciate it."

Alex indifferently nodded while staring at Elias dead in the eye. It was unknown what he was thinking.

However, Elias didn't back down either. He narrowed his eyes and stared back with an amused smile.

The students around the could only clap their hands for his audacity. It was perfectly in line of what they imagined of the student who killed the baron demon.

After a long stare, Alex slowly turned his gaze away.

"Moving on, let's discuss what you lots will be learning under me for the year. I'll be teaching you the basics of a hunter: how to survive and how to kill."

"Since primitive times, violence has always been the most powerful weapon of mankind. Things are no different in the current era. It's even more exaggerated now."

"My job is to teach each of you lots how to use that <nulli>violence to survive. I'm going to drill in your heads on how you kill monsters properly and how to survive them,"

Alex narrowed his eyes.

"I'll warn you in advance. Take my class seriously. I'm not going to teach you theory like sorcerers or teach you fancy skills like combat mages—I'm going to teach you the skills needed to survive in this world."

"I've seen many stupid idiots, rankers more older and stronger than each one of you, die in some unknown place because they forgot the basics of survival. Those fools thought they knew everything."

"If you don't want to be like them, then listen to my words: Pride kills a man, and arrogance is the death of great men. Be the exception, not part of the casualty."

Alex slowly said, giving a deep look to the students.

The students, although still nervous, seemed to have been slightly energized from his words.

"I won't be discussing for today. However, I will be announcing a couple of matters before I leave the place."

"Namely, the clubs."