Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

The day of the yearly competition began with students and teachers gathered around a vast arena.

Teachers all the way from first grade to sixth grade all appeared here. The yearly competition was usually done only for the first grade and the sixth grade.

Headmaster Bravar thought of this system so the students had time to improve themselves after their yearly competition in the first grade.

A lot of students who failed when they were in first grade became powerful at sixth grade because they really wanted to prove themselves.

But this year, the sixth grade had been sent to a special training camp, so only the first grade could join the tournament.

The sixth grade teachers were still in the school though, although the majority of them were also sent out along with the sixth grade students.

Aldred was standing in front of a board with his students behind him.

“Master,” Jeben called. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. I am just wondering how the competition works. Which class will you fight first?”

“Master, how could you not know?”

“I am a new teacher.”

“And the headmaster didn’t notify you?” .𝒎

“He did tell me to come for a meeting, but I didn’t come.”

Jeben sighed. Even though Master Aldred was a genius in teaching, and was respected by all the students, sometimes Master Aldred didn’t care about things.

“There are six classes in total: A, B, C, D, E, F,” Jeben said. “The tournament will make each class fight against each other. The first round is class A against class B, after that Class C against class D, our fight against class E will be last.”

“And that’s the first round?”

“Yes. Whichever class won the first round will go to the second round.”

“That’s too bad. I want your class to fight class A first.”

At this moment, a teacher and a group of students came.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here, teacher Aldred.”

“Why is that, teacher Biran?”

“I thought you would run away to avoid shaming yourself like all the other teachers who had taught Class F before.”

Aldred laughed. “Why would I run away when the other class is too inadequate to fight my students.”

Biran snorted. “My class wins this tournament every year. Everybody knows who will win this year as well.”

“Of course they do. Other than my class, who could have won?” Aldred laughed.

“We will see about that.” Biran left.

“He’s so arrogant.” Jeben glared at Biran’s back as he left.

“It makes you want to beat him right?”

Jeben shook his head. “I want to beat his students. They always looked down on us like we’re trash.”

“Before meeting me all of you were indeed trash.”

Jeben sighed again. Master Aldred, shouldn’t you be motivating us at this moment. Why did you call us trash instead?!

“Aldred!” A beautiful voice shouted from a distance.

Aldred turned around and saw Mareona waving her hand in the air as she and the other girls walked towards him.

“You came!”

“Of course we did. How can we pass your first ever competition.”

“The competition is for students only.”

“But you’re the teacher, so you can be counted on to participate in it as well.”

“I am sure you can win, Aldred,” Kiara said, motivating him.

As all of his nine girls motivated him and talked to him sweetly, the students looked in awe and amazement.

“Master Aldred.” Jeben tugged his clothes. “Who are they?”

“They are my women.”

“Ehhh!”

Jeben and the students widened their eyes. They had seen a lot of beautiful big sisters in their life, but they still couldn’t help but have a crush on Aldred’s girls.

Especially Kiara who looked like a beautiful princess with lush hair and petite body. She was the best big sister any little brother could ask for. .𝒎

Kiara noticed their eyes on her and smiled which made the young boys blush.

“Are you guys nervous?” Kiara asked.

The students shook their heads vigorously, and puffed their chest.

“We can win big sister. Master Aldred taught us a lot.”

“Yes. Yes. We can win this tournament. It should be very easy.”

Kiara chuckled sweetly. “Then, I promise to give you all a kiss if you can win.”

That was when their heart thumped as loud as a war drum. Refreshing wind of flowery fragrance blew their hair, and the will to fight burned in every cell of their body.

Jeben was of course very excited when he heard that.

‘Getting a kiss from a beautiful big sister…’ Jeben looked at Kiara who noticed him and sweetly smiled at him.

‘I have to win. I have to win this tournament no matter what!’

“Yoshaaa!” Jeben shouted. “We can win this! We have to! Come on guys, let’s use our battle cry.”

“HURRA!” Jeben raised his fist.

“HURRAA!”

The other class noticed their battle cry, and wondered what made Class F, the lowest class, become so excited.

Teacher Biran noticed this and snorted while headmaster Bavar smiled.

As time passed, and the arena became more bustling with people. A man walked on stage, and faced the crowd.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting,” the man said with a booming voice that reverberated to the whole arena. “Before we begin the tournament, please give a round of applause for our winner last year, Teacher Biran!”

Teacher Biran smiled as everyone looked at him and clapped.

“For years, Teacher Biran has created many geniuses with his teaching ability, and won the yearly competition for decades! Will we see teacher Biran win again this year?”

The other teacher smiled bitterly. “Teacher Biran basically owned the competition in this generation. No one can defeat him.”

“To think that I placed my bet against him for 10 years… I was a fool.”

“There’s no more betting avenue right?”

“Why would anyone open a gambling avenue when everyone knows that teacher Biran will win?”

That was when a group of people split up with a box on their hand offering people to place their bets.

“Pressure Platoon bet avenue has opened. Place your bet to earn a fortune,” Bartrem shouted.

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