Became a Teacher at Monster Academy

37 – 5. Monbung gives a class (3)

In my past life, I, Ern Bachart, was a newbie in society who loved monmusu so much that he broke his head, and eventually died because his head was broken by a sign that fell on his head.

Of course, he was not an ordinary beginner in society.

He was a newbie in society with the prefix “parentless” or “orphan.”

anyway.

Like other orphans, the day I became an adult, I was thrown into society with a small amount of settlement support money in hand, and immediately fell into a situation where I had to turn around as a cog in society just to survive.

There was nothing I could do because I had to starve to death if I didn’t spin around like that.

Anyway, whatever.

I wasn’t particularly smart, and the things I could do after barely graduating from high school weren’t all that special.

This is something that everyone else besides me can do.

The things I do are mostly things that anyone can learn quickly, and that don’t require any special abilities or talents.

In other words, he was working a part-time job as a day laborer.

Then, I was introduced to a friend who was from the same orphanage, and I ended up doing a job that he said was a great part-time job…

It was a part-time job as an instructor at a retreat.

The various know-hows I learned there were also useful in the life of Ern Bachart, who is now alive…

I plan to borrow strength from my experiences now and then.

‘Ah, it’s been a long time.’

The feel of ‘it’ in my hand felt a little awkward, perhaps because it had been almost 10 years since I held it.

Also, because it was put in a corner for so many years, it was a little worn and the color had faded.

But it was still ‘red’ and I carefully put it on my head.

Ugh…

After using it for the first time in 10 years, I felt the magic of it fitting well and fitting my grown body.

And then, when I put it on my head… he wriggled inside me and raised his head.

The ‘he’ inside me said.

‘Do you need my help again?’

‘Yes, another me. ‘It’s your turn.’

‘hehehehe, it’s been a while since my blood boiled…’

…Of course, what I wrote was not an item that would bring out the ‘aibo’ in me, like a cube necklace in a world where everything is decided by cards.

I just gave it a try since it’s been a while since I’ve used it.

anyway.

“quiet.”

I opened my mouth quietly and the words I spoke rang out in the cluttered classroom, and only a few people with sensitive hearing flinched and looked in my direction.

I was receiving attention from people like Kariana, who seemed more interested in me than the rest of the group, and Baekhyang and Dainae, who were sensitive to ‘sound’.

I said it out loud again.

This time, it was different from before.

“quietly.”

With speculation.

“I told you to do it.”

It was only then that the words I spoke brought silence to the classroom.

flinch, flinch.

I looked at everyone being crushed by the pressure of the speculation I sent through my voice.

“Tsk…”

“This is…”

“Ugh…”

“Sigh…”

Born SR level.

In my life, I have only seen enough people who are better than me or have the same level of talent as me.

These women had talents that could rival my talents.

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But that was something of the ‘future’.

At this point, they are just bastards with flashes of talent.

They were just kids.

“…hmm.”

Of course, there are foreign news groups that are slightly outside of that category, but they are giving this side a look that is just as interesting as that side.

As we stopped hitting each other’s tentacles and struggling, I felt my skin grow slightly as I looked at the foreigners looking at me.

He waved his hand and took away the speculation he had sown against them.

“P-ha!”

“ha…”

Although it was only for a moment.

Due to the pressure of speculation surrounding the entire classroom, several people whose complexions turned pale were seen exhaling.

They must have felt it too.

Even though it was only a few seconds.

The fact that I once had a firm grasp on the ‘life and death’ of all of them.

In fact, it was possible to turn the ‘fighting spirit’ I had scattered throughout the classroom into blades on the spot and attack them all.

I didn’t really intend to do that, but that’s just something I know.

In fact, they probably weren’t those who once thought their ‘life’ was in danger.

That’s why, while tense… I closed my mouth and opened my mouth as people looked at me, silent without realizing it.

“…Now, it took a whopping 30 seconds for everyone to quiet down.”

With that being said, one by one.

We made eye contact.

As I watched the girls flinch and tremble every time they caught my gaze, I put the repertoire into my mouth.

“In a sacred classroom, even though this body, the teacher, told me to be quiet… it took 30 seconds.”

He spoke coldly, looking at them with sunken eyes.

“Lord Bon, I am disappointed in you.”

“Lord Bon, I am disappointed in you.”

Serena Arista trembled at the cold gaze of the person who said that, Ern Bachart.

“Tsk…”

Again.

‘Serena, Serena Arista.’

There he was, calling his name and looking at me with eyes as cold as an ice cap.

Although there wasn’t the same pressure as back then.

flinch, flinch.

When I was once again exposed to the gaze I had already experienced, my body naturally began to tremble.

‘Are you truly qualified to have this Ern Bachard under your command?’

As I said that, the memory of weighing down my whole body, the memory of facing the fear of ‘death’ for the first time in my life, came to me.

“Tsk…”

Kuuuk, I said.

What I was trying to do without realizing it, I held back by squeezing my thighs together.

If I made the same ‘mistake’ now… it would be a catastrophe.

What happened back then was so humiliating that I woke up again today, kicking off the blanket.

If he makes a ‘mistake’ in front of so many people…

I was confident that I would bite my tongue and die on the spot.

If it was possible to avoid becoming a blemish on Arista, I had many thoughts about doing so.

but…

He looked at each person one by one and stopped at his turn.

‘Why, why are you looking at me like that again…?!’

scary.

Even more so than when I was a child and accidentally broke my father’s favorite dish.

however…

‘Is it because I talk too much…?’

That’s what I thought to myself as I looked at Ern Bachart, who had stopped in his turn and was staring at me.

But it was unfair.

Isn’t it also Ruminas’ fault for making an outrageous remark that said his own blood would be tasteless?

Of course, Ruminas spoke quietly.

Wasn’t she the one who provided the cause?

Why do you do that to yourself…

‘…Ugh.’

I don’t think I can take it anymore.

Serena’s patience was reaching its limit as she crossed her legs and cried under Ern Bachart’s continued pressure.

“……”

Finally, Ern Bachard’s eyes turned elsewhere.

“…Whoa.”

It was a moment when Serena sighed in relief.

As the tension in my lower abdomen relaxed, the natural result followed.

Nudge.

I felt like something was leaking out, and my underwear was getting moist due to something.

Of course, Serena suddenly came to her senses at that moment and immediately closed her legs again.

‘…d-you wouldn’t have been caught.’

Very little.

Wasn’t it really just a little… enough to make my underwear moist?

So no one would have found out.

I thought so.

“……”

He could feel the eyes of Caria Blade, who was in the same group, staring at him.

“…hmm.”

Serena seriously considered whether to bite her tongue when she saw Caria Blade looking at her, then slightly frowning, then looking away.

‘…Now that I think about it, I didn’t check what happened to Monberry.’

I stared at Serena for a moment, remembering that I had not checked how much the monberry I had planted yesterday had grown in the spot where Serena had sprayed something full of magical power.

Probably, Serena at her current level would not have been able to grow the monberries to maturity with just one watering.

Still, it must have grown quite a bit.

‘…I’ll take a look when I get back.’

The quality will be better than that of Monberry you can find on the market.

With that thought in mind, I turned my gaze and saw Serena heaving a sigh of relief and then flinching again, but I tried to do that.

anyway.

After making appropriate eye contact with everyone and applying pressure, I spoke.

“…But I understand. “Today is the first day.”

Tighten it once, then loosen it.

That exquisite adjustment was the know-how gained from the experience of working as an instructor at a retreat for several months after being deceived into thinking it was a crappy part-time job.

‘They… yes, think of them as half-animals rather than people.’

The words of my older brother, who had arranged for me to work part-time as a retreat instructor, came to mind.

When I first heard that advice, I honestly thought it was too much advice, but when I actually got to deal with the kids, I felt it painfully.

Children of a time when physical fear was more effective than social fear were bound to go crazy the moment they were underestimated.

‘If you look at what they’re doing… they’re at that level too.’

A bit more inclined towards instinct than reason… Jammin’s level.

But the power was not Jammin, but the monsters.

So, I had to be more careful than before.

‘It shouldn’t be too tight.’

Even at retreats, the key was to make sure that by the time the kids returned, they felt like, ‘Oh, it seemed like sh*t, but now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t that bad…’

That was the reason why on the last day of the retreat, we always filmed a Shinpa dance that brought tears to the eyes of the children.

We were the ones who treated you like dogs, but we’re pretending to teach you a ‘lesson’ by saying that it’s all because we want you to go back and treat your parents well…

No, not this one.

The point is, when you need to apply pressure, you need to apply it, and when you want to release it, you need to release it.

“…Also, let’s play a simple game so that the newly formed group members can get used to it.”

And, as expected, there was nothing better than playing when released.

Even if you just waste your time, there is nothing better than this.

“So, first, let’s each choose a team leader to represent each group.”