I Become a Mafia in the Academy

gate.

The attention of those around me instantly turned in my direction.

Han Seo-joon got out of the driver’s seat and opened the door for me.

I couldn’t see Corleone’s badge, which he always wore around his collar.

“Thanks.”

I said and stepped out of the car.

Honestly, all eyes were on me without exaggeration.

“Wow, what’s the scale?”

“Is he the son of a chaebol?”

“Did he come during the entrance exam?”

“Who is he?”

I could hear the surrounding murmurs, and my physical abilities seemed to change slightly in response.

If this level of reaction is elicited just by my arrival, how much stronger can I become in the future?

While I was thinking that, Han Seo-joon bowed his head and smoothly returned to the car.

As the cars disappeared, the sound of sirens echoed from a distance.

“…police sirens?”

Were the police dispatched just for my arrival at school?

Fortunately, my worries were unfounded.

A white sedan was parked in front of the gate, escorted by police cars.

A young boy got out of the car, opened the door himself, and stepped out.

It was Jeong Ji-hoon, whom I had seen during the entrance exam.

Did his dad also get worked up for his first day of school?

What’s so special about the first day of school anyway…

The gazes that used to focus on me are now directed at Jeong Ji-hoon.

He accepts those gazes as if they were natural, and then he looks at me and smiles mischievously.

It bothers me.

Ignoring Jeong Ji-hoon, I went to the academy and easily found Class A, which was written on my certificate of admission, with the help of the academy staff.

As I opened the door, I felt the gazes of those around me.

There were still some empty seats visible here and there, but I ignored those gazes and sat in the vacant seat at the back.

“Isn’t he the guy?”

“The one who shot the gun at the instructor during the entrance exam?”

“What? Was that for real?”

“Looks like he’s in our class.”

I heard some whispers while I was looking at my phone, but fortunately, the fact that I was a member of the Corleone family had not spread beyond my family, so it didn’t become a big deal.

Not long after, a blond man with piercing eyes came into class after me.

He had a fierce look in his eyes, and his appearance was like a typical blond delinquent.

After looking around the entire class, he immediately leaned over and started to nap right next to me.

I couldn’t believe that there was a blond delinquent with piercings in the academy.
Was he a character with a delinquent concept?

While I was thinking such thoughts.

“Hey everyone.
Nice to meet you.
I remember some of your faces.”

A woman with an evil smile entered the room.

She wore a white cap on her black hair and had an X-shaped scar on her cheek.

It was Joo Soo-hyun, the supervisor from the entrance exam.

Could it be…?

“My name is Joo Soo-hyun.
I will be your homeroom instructor for the next year.”

A genius of spatial magic.

A moving wormhole.

A crazy spatial magician.

She had many names, but the most fitting one in this situation was undoubtedly “Mad Instructor.”

Ah, I can already imagine what the first semester at the academy will be like.

“From the expressions on some of your faces, it seems that some of you know who I am.
So, I won’t waste any more time.”

She said that with an evil laugh.

“A day at the academy is entirely at the discretion of the homeroom instructor.
Whether you introduce yourselves or finish early, it’s up to me.”

With that, she snapped her fingers.

Oh, that pose, could it be…?

I sighed as I guessed the situation, roughly, having seen that motion many times in games.

“From now on, you will be transported to a deserted island somewhere.
The goal is simple.
Come to the classroom by 4-pm when today’s class ends.”

As the surrounding space began to disappear as if tearing it apart, I felt an intense sense of nausea enveloping me.

Watching us bend over to suppress the urge to vomit, Joo Soo-hyun laughed and then smiled at us.

“Introduce yourselves there.”

A devil.
She certainly deserved the title of “Mad Instructor.”