As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra-Chapter 53: Professors I

After a few hours had passed, the entire campus – including every single professor and staff member – knew that something monumental had happened that day.

The Academy forums were absolutely exploding with activity, threads multiplying faster than anyone could keep track of them.

Students who’d witnessed the events firsthand were posting detailed accounts, while those who’d only heard rumors were frantically seeking confirmation and additional information.

The digital chaos was unprecedented in the Academy’s recent history.

[BREAKING NEWS! Damian Valcor beats Mara Kestrel half to death in the gymnasium!]

[SHOCKING: Damian Valcor openly insults the entire Kestrel Noble House!]

[EXPOSED: First-year Nobles wound over 40 commoner students in brutal attack!]

[WITNESSED: Gareth Blackwood brutally beats down Damian Valcor in retaliation!]

[OFFICIAL: Student Council suspends Damian Valcor from Disciplinary Committee pending full investigation!]

[UNPRECEDENTED: Damian rejects suspension entirely and resigns from Council, declaring it fundamentally corrupt and unjust!]

[BREAKING: Damian Valcor announces formation of new organization called ’The Mafia’ – vows to keep it just and fair for everyone regardless of status!]

[HISTORIC MOMENT: Commoners stand united against Nobles for first time in Academy history!]

[BOLD DECLARATION: Damian openly declares future conflict with Gareth Blackwood, vowing he will regret today’s actions!]

The threads were getting thousands of views within minutes, comments sections turning into battlegrounds as students argued passionately about what had happened and what it all meant.

Some praised Damian as a hero finally standing up to systemic injustice.

Others condemned him as a dangerous radical who needed to be expelled immediately.

Nobody was neutral.

Nobody could be.

****

Inside the staff room of Stormhold Academy, practically every available professor had gathered for an emergency informal meeting.

The atmosphere was tense, charged with conflicting emotions and competing agendas.

Everyone present wore varying degrees of complex, troubled expressions on their faces as they scrolled through their devices or discussed the situation in hushed, urgent tones.

"What the actual hell is going on around here!?"

A strong-looking man with grey hair and sharp grey eyes spoke in a genuinely confused, almost bewildered tone as he looked up from his phone.

"Who is this Damian fellow everyone keeps talking about? Why do I keep hearing his name constantly in the forums for the past week? It’s like he’s the only student who exists!"

He was Professor Admond Ashford, a veteran educator responsible for teaching theory classes throughout the Academy – a man who prided himself on focusing on academics rather than student drama.

"You should pay more attention to the student rankings occasionally, Admond."

Nathan Brock, the completely bald, heavily muscled man responsible for the Body Training classes for all first-years, spoke up from where he leaned against the wall.

"Damian Valcor is the current first-ranked student of the entire new batch. Top of his year in overall evaluation. The kid’s got serious talent backing up his attitude."

"I don’t really pay attention to those ranking lists, Nathan. You know that."

Admond shrugged his broad shoulders dismissively.

"It’s not like that numerical ranking actually helps you understand who has real intelligence, who can think critically, who can actually use what they learn. Half the top-ranked students are just talented muscle-heads who can’t string together a coherent argument."

"Well, this particular kid has been in the spotlight constantly ever since he first arrived on campus, so you might want to start paying attention."

A woman with striking pink hair and matching pink eyes spoke calmly from where she sat with perfect posture in her chair.

She was Professor Vivian Verratoux, the homeroom teacher for the third-year Section A students, a position that gave her significant insight into Academy politics and student affairs.

Her expression was thoughtful, analytical rather than emotional.

"One thing you all should definitely know about him, he’s that same student the SFD has been keeping under active surveillance."

As soon as she mentioned the Special Forces Department’s involvement, every single professor gathered in the room looked toward her with expressions of genuine surprise.

The SFD didn’t monitor students casually or without serious cause.

"I took the liberty of checking the official details we have access to."

A man with distinctive green hair and calm green eyes spoke in a measured, certain tone as he entered the staff room, his white medical coat indicating he’d come directly from treating patients.

"Damian Valcor was apparently ambushed again by members of the Shadow Council criminal organization shortly after the Norrington Incident that everyone heard about.

And it seems increasingly likely that the major disturbance in Tranquil City recently – you know, the one where an entire building’s top floor was obliterated – has strong signs of his involvement as well..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes shifting across the room.

"Isn’t that right, Salazar?"

He was Professor Richard Evergreen, the homeroom teacher for fourth-year Section A and the primary administrator in charge of the Academy’s Medical Wing.

Professor Salazar Blackwood was indeed present, sitting somewhat apart from the others, but anyone observing carefully could see his face was unusually grave and serious as he scrolled through the forums on his phone, reading every post and comment with intense focus.

"Don’t slander my disciple with baseless speculation, Richard."

Salazar didn’t even bother raising his head from his device as he responded in a flat, warning tone.

"The SFD already conducted a thorough investigation into the attack on Quintin Skyscraper, and their official conclusion was that it had absolutely nothing to do with Damian. The matter is closed from their perspective."

"If you say so, Salazar. I’m certainly not going to argue with you about your own student."

Richard replied with a distinctly skeptical tone that suggested he absolutely did not believe what he was saying, but he wisely didn’t continue pressing the point.

The tension in the room had risen noticeably.

"Forget all that speculation about outside incidents for now. We have a much more immediate problem to address."

A professor with distinctive blue hair and matching blue eyes pitched in sharply, his voice carrying clear authority and conviction. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"We should be focusing on what we actually know happened today, right here on our campus.

This student, Damian Valcor,has used an Aura Jamming Device against his own colleague, a senior member of the Disciplinary Committee no less, and seems to be actively inciting the commoner students into organized rebellion against the established order."

His tone grew harder, more insistent.

"We should make a clear, unmistakable example of him and punish him as heavily as Academy regulations allow.

This type of conduct is extremely harmful to the Academy’s stability and reputation.

If left completely unchecked, who knows what he might do next? He might even end up killing his own fellow students in some future confrontation."

As soon as those words left his mouth, all the professors present made noticeably more serious faces.

The insinuations his words carried were extreme, borderline inflammatory, suggesting Damian was a genuine danger to other students’ lives.

Salazar’s head snapped up abruptly from his phone, his face flushing with anger.

He opened his mouth to deliver what was clearly going to be an angry retort–

But before he could get a single word out, Seraphina Vale, who had been lying seemingly half-asleep across her desk in the corner, looking utterly disinterested in the entire proceedings, spoke up first.

Her voice cut through the room like a blade.

"Your name is Professor Emmanuel Langsten, correct?"

She didn’t bother sitting up properly, instead speaking from her lazy, reclined position.

"Forgive me if I’m remembering the names wrongly. It’s only been a few days since I arrived at this Academy, and I haven’t bothered learning everyone’s names yet. I don’t particularly care about most of you."

Her casual rudeness made several professors stiffen in offense.

"I really don’t like talking much in these tedious meetings, but your words just now were genuinely, remarkably stupid. So stupid that I feel compelled to address them directly."

Seraphina finally sat up, her violet eyes sharp and dangerous despite her disheveled appearance.