The Retired Hero is an Extra

Meanwhile, the Sword Art Class was also over with a lot of confused faces, wondering where Jash Ramille was.

The only one unbothered by his absence was Ziva, who could vaguely guess in her heart that he wouldn't be taking this daunting class at any costs.

Exiting the class, she returned to Block 1, where the next class [Beast Theory] was going to be taught.

As it was one of the four common subjects—Mana Manipulation, Beast Theory, the Duel Class and Dungeon Theory—it wasn't a joint class.

The Duel Class was the sole exception, where the entire batch joined to learn battle arts and other essential skills.

Of course, there were more advanced subjects, but again, they could only be opted for after the assessment test was done.

That's why all the students were returning to their designated classes, not wanting to be late.

Surprisingly, the classes didn't have much break between them, just enough time for the students to move from one classroom to another.

Having already noticed this, almost everyone was seated, eagerly waiting for the professor.

'I don't see anyone eager about this class,' Jash mused, looking at the disinterested and disgusted faces of the students.

It wasn't that the subject was bad, but there were rumors about studying beast anatomy and even having to dissect monsters.

For the wealthy privileged young masters, how could they willingly accept such arrangements?

Though none voiced the dissatisfaction, even the students from humble origins didn't want to get involved in all this.

'Idiots.'

That's the only word Jash could label them as, for they were truly idiots: unaware of the truth and blaming the subject already.

And as if to prove them incorrect, a man dressed neatly in formal clothes with the Academy insignia emblazoned on the breast pocket and shoulder cuff entered the class.

He wore black-rimmed glasses and appeared somewhat young, giving Jash the impression of a con artist.

'Looks more like the gigolo who cons young rich wealthy ladies into going to bed them, tsk' he secretly clicked his tongue.

Unable to know that his image had been degraded to a lowly gigolo, the professor introduced himself confidently.

"I am Professor Galen, and I will teach Beast Theory for this year."

His words though low sounding and lacking the authoritative tone of other professors nevertheless drew attention from the whole class.

Galen looked over the whole class adjusting his glasses, smiled, satisfied at the sight of everyone paying attention

Of course, he noticed that some had droopy eyes or disgusted expressions, but he wouldn't comment on it.

The only one he really wanted to chide was Jash who supported his head with the palm of his hand and had half-open eyes.

It was as if he had no intention to listen to the class and was only putting on an act.

Alas, one shouldn't judge based on appearances, as Jash was probably the only one who actually had an interest in the subject.

"Looking at your faces, I am sure you have only heard unpleasant things about Beast Theory," Galen began, choosing to ignore any objections.

The students, startled, exchanged glances, their eyes widening in surprise, as if he had read their mind.

"So, to rouse you up, let's talk about our world a bit," Galen said, juggling a few stones in his hands as he approached the wall behind him.

"Consider this our world," he said, pointing at the empty wall before using the stones and fixing them on some spots.

"Here, we have the vast oceans, the rocky mounts, the lost lands, the underground cities, the dungeon-rich areas, the monster-infested areas and more."

"Now, look at this land where the Solarnelle Empire exists, can you see how some regions aren't connected fully?"

Without waiting for the student's response, he continued his lecture.

"If you look at this place, surrounded by water bodies on all sides except a fifth of its one side, you will see the territory of Archduke Thalorien."

As soon as Jash heard it, his mind recoiled, remembering information of the kingdom and why it wasn't annexed prior by the Solarnelle Empire.

'So that's how it is, huh?' he mused, thinking about the strategic disadvantage as using ships in this word was the same as wasting resources.

The absurd amount of monsters in the seas and skies made it impossible to traverse by them, but the teleportation portals and circles came as timely help.

Moving on, Gelan explained about the three dukedoms, their territory, the Adonia City and many more.

Yet he spoke no word of the elves' or dwarves' home, as if he didn't know or wanted to keep it a secret because it wasn't public information.

'Why is he talking about this stuff as if geography is even interesting?' Jash mused, feeling sleepy listening to the monster anatomy turned geography lesson.

Both weren't related in the slightest!

Did it make sense to say "it's to rouse your spirits" and then teach students stuff they would find even more boring!?

It wasn't just Jash who felt this way, but many students did; fidgeting in their seats, stifling yawns as boredom set in, but at least they felt relief to not have to dirty their delicate hands.

It was truly a surprise how these noble scions could succeed as hunters if they were so repulsive to just dirtying their hands.

After all, one needed to put in the effort; grit their teeth, bleed sweat and blood, lose their sleep, and work their ass off to actually be successful.

One can't just be an upstart and expect everything to be given to them...

Even the most delusional people wouldn't be this delusional, right?

Jash thought all of it while on the verge of sleeping, wanting nothing more than the interesting class to begin or this boring one to end.

Though he, himself, loved a lazy life, he didn't expect to become the strongest by doing nothing or have everything given to him.

He knew better than anyone how much effort and sweat was needed to reach the pinnacle.

That's why he didn't even want to reach the peak, alas he had somewhat accepted his fate.

'Ugh, I've read those shitty novels with

≪Congratulations Host for slacking off, you've become a God by idling≫

If only those darned systems were real!'

For the first time, Jash complained about systems, unaware that there existed real systems, and even he

had

one in his past life.

But he was the one who got rid of it.

Whenever he figured that out, who knows what kind of absurd reaction he would have?

Anyways, that was in a distant future, and Galen came upon an interesting topic for once.

"...and they comprise the Council of Races."

'Yeah, the old fogies who have heavy asses and can't be moved at any cost,' Jash thought, dramatically rolling his eyes.

"Well," Gallant continued, adjusting his glasses, "As its name infers, the Council refers to the strongest hunters across the three races, namely the SSS-Rank Hunters."

'Yeah, yeah whatever, but what the heck does it have to do with beast theory class!?' Jash wanted to shout that out loud.

Sadly, even he wouldn't do that to get innumerable people to hate him if he did that.

The Council of Races was the dream of many and he was sure to offend every single one of them.

While taking a glance behind, Jash was suddenly surprised as he noticed Elara with clenched fists.