Is this what you call justice?

After various bumps and stumbles, Rogge's college life officially began.

Whether in a world of high-martial arts or in this world, the first lesson for extraordinary individuals is always—

Physical training.

"Run! Are you guys turtles? Run, all of you!"

The physical education instructors shouted loudly, urging the students at the back to run forward.

Roger didn't take it seriously at first.

As the intensity of his exercise increased, he gradually became aware of his physical weaknesses.

"Ha ha……"

Roger couldn't help but start panting.

He felt as if he were bound by countless heavy shackles, and that he had to drag those shackles forward with every step he took.

"Is it because their talent hasn't awakened yet?"

Rogge secretly passed through the tunnel.

He can only be considered half a superhuman at the moment.

If he fails to awaken his talent, he will gradually fall behind others over time.

No wonder Roger, whose fate was predetermined, was ruthlessly trampled on by others.

This is not a good sign.

Roger looked up at the other students in the class.

The vast majority of students had only recently awakened their talents and were roughly equal to Rogge.

However, a few individuals have demonstrated extraordinary talent.

For example, the third prince.

For example...

Rogge looked at the leader of the group.

The other person moved with precision and brisk pace, charging ahead expressionlessly, like a ruthless running machine.

Far ahead of everyone else.

She is the heroine of Destiny, and Rogge's lifelong enemy.

Holy Clan Sword Maiden.

Like two sides of a coin.

She wields the only holy sword capable of rivaling the Demon Sword of Sin, and in her predetermined destiny, she thwarts Rogge's schemes time and again.

But at the same time, she is also the most likely person to know the whereabouts of the Demon Sword of Sin.

Rogge was considering how to subtly obtain information about the Demon Sword from the other party.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Hey, you lowly mortal. I thought you were something special, but it turns out you're nothing special?"

Princess Lingsa looked down at Rogge with a disdainful expression.

"..."

Rogge turned to look at Princess Lingsa.

Princess Lingsha feigned composure on her face, but her sweat-drenched body betrayed her exhaustion.

I really couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fool."

"Wh...what?"

Princess Lingsha was suddenly startled.

"Am I calling you an idiot? You're all skin and bones, yet you run slower than me. What right do you have to make sarcastic remarks?"

Roger didn't tolerate the other party's behavior at all and directly confronted them.

"Idiot? You actually called me an idiot?!"

Princess Lingsha stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief, as if she had been struck by lightning.

This is probably the first time she's been mocked for being stupid.

Seeing the other party's strong reaction, Roger's smile widened.

"Yeah, you idiot, you idiot, you idiot."

"I won't let you call me an idiot! I'm not an idiot!"

Princess Lingsha immediately flew into a rage.

Her face flushed red, she trembled with anger, waved her arms wildly, and shouted loudly.

"My talent doesn't require me to run fast! You're the idiot! You're the idiot! I'm not! I'm not!!!"

"..."

Is this a children's argument?

And what's with this sense of impact?

Why is it so enjoyable that you can't help but want to do it again?

Roger looked at the flustered Princess Lingsa with a strange expression, as if he were bullying a child.

To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of Princess Lingsa.

In her predetermined fate, she was a typical noble lady who never gave Roger a second glance, and when they occasionally met, she would only say a few words of disdain before leaving.

However, she shone brightly in the battle to eliminate Rogge, thanks to her talent.

He single-handedly crippled Rogge's alien army.

However, Princess Lingsa at present is a child who is excessively spoiled by her family.

If you tease them even slightly, they'll stomp their feet and throw a tantrum.

"Are you a child?"

Roger chuckled.

"W-What did you say?"

Princess Lingsha was a little confused.

Before she could say anything, another voice came whistling from behind.

"What are you two slacking off for! Trying to get extra training?!"

The physical training instructor unleashed an astonishing aura, like a mountain crashing down upon them.

"Waaaaaah!!!"

Princess Lingsha screamed in fright and ran away.

Rogge had no choice but to speed up and move forward as well.

Unfortunately, before he could run two steps, a system message popped up in front of him.

Princess Lingsa's disdain and contempt ignited Rogge's indomitable fighting spirit. Believing you had her weakness in your grasp, you decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

[Objective: To continuously bully Princess Lingsa.]

[Reward: Improved reputation by associating with students from the Royal Academy.]

[Punishment: Associating with students from the Royal Academy will lower your evaluation.]

My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror; all my deeds are righteous. —The President

"???"

Is this what you call justice?

……

By the time the afternoon physical training ended, Roger felt sore all over, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

"I got a firsthand experience of what it feels like to have no talent or ability."

Roger twisted his shoulders to loosen his muscles.

The core of this world's cultivation system lies entirely in the development of talent.

His top priority right now is to complete his talent awakening as soon as possible, even if it's an acquired talent.

Otherwise, after some time, as other people's talents gradually come to the fore, Rogge will probably only be able to repeat the tragic ending of his predetermined fate.

That's what I was thinking.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the dead end not far away.

"..."

In his predetermined fate, that corner was where Roger had always gotten beaten up.

Roger walked forward thoughtfully to take a look.

boom! boom! boom!

"How dare these lowly commoners put on airs in front of us!"

"Is Class One a place for lowly people like you?!"

"Why don't you all just die?!"

Three Celestials are ganging up on a mortal.

Ordinary people could only curl up on the ground and endure the beatings.

"Um?"

At that moment, one of them noticed Roger at the alley entrance.

"Hey, what luck! Another shameless, lowly commoner has come over too."

He immediately recognized Roger and walked over with a menacing look on his face.

"I heard you even complained about us Celestials to the teacher. You've got some nerve!"

Roger didn't respond, but instead pointed at the other person with a meaningful smile.

"Your next sentence is, since you're here, don't leave. This place is deserted, and no one will know if something happens."

The Celestial Clan member was taken aback upon hearing this, and blurted out the answer.

"How did you know?!"

"Of course it's because...that's what I think too!"

boom!

Rogge raised his hand and punched the Celestial in the face.

Just tell them to go back to where they came from.

"When you encounter something like this, turning a blind eye or compromising only makes you an accomplice to evil. True justice should be met with a strong crackdown."

The system has already said that justice will prevail!

With his back to the sunlight, Roger approached the three of them like a giant shadow.

"Let's settle both old and new scores! I'll use my fists to correct your mistakes, and prepare to face the judgment of justice!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

The sound of clattering bells came from the alley.

It fell silent again after a few minutes.

"Phew... My body is still too weak; I need to strengthen my training..."

Roger let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Looking down at his surroundings, he saw three Celestials lying on the ground, beaten so badly by his Personality Correction Fist that they were crying for their parents and their faces were unrecognizable.

In their predetermined fate, these three oppressed many ordinary people, including Rogge.

Even though the academy repeatedly emphasized equality for all, it couldn't stop the Celestials' inherent contempt and disdain for mortals.

The class divide led almost all ordinary people to choose to swallow their anger and dare not resist.

However, things are different now.

Even if their bodies couldn't keep up with their minds, Rogge's combat experience still dealt them a devastating blow.

The Royal Academy's teaching philosophy is "equality for all and the supremacy of talent".

The former requires students to set aside their self-proclaimed superior status and position, while the latter explains one thing to students—

Might makes right.

When faced with injustice, one should respond with strength.

This is the justice of the Royal Academy.

Rogge's greatest failure, in his predetermined fate, was having ambition but no real ability.

Since we can't get along well anyway, rather than sticking to the old ways, we might as well do things at our own pace.

What class or class?

Do you still want to use the human sword to kill the king of the sinful race?

"I'm fed up with all the red tape."

Roger clenched his fist, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He felt he had fully immersed himself in the role.

The mortals who had been bullied by the Celestial Nobles were now curled up and lying not far away.

Roger stepped forward to check on the other person's condition.

Sure enough, it was Ira from the same class.

He was thoroughly beaten by the Celestials, his body covered in footprints, his face bruised and battered, tears welling in his eyes, and he remained unconscious.

Looking at Ira's miserable state, Roger saw his own predetermined fate reflected in her.

Since they were classmates, Roger took Ira to the school clinic on his way.