Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

Suddenly, Nayoung jolted upright like lightning had struck her. Her eyes sparkled with another crazy idea.

"I got it!" she shouted, pointing at the sky as if she had discovered gold. "Let's do a four versus one! All of us against Yoora!"

Everyone groaned loudly in response.

Jinhyu rolled to the side. "No way…"

Hannah flopped her arms on the ground. "Nayoung… please…"

Minseok slowly sat up, rubbing his sore legs. "Can't we just rest for five minutes?"

But Nayoung didn't care. She jumped up, grabbed Minseok and Jinhyu by their arms and started pulling.

"No one's gonna rest! Come on! We can't let her be top one forever!" she shouted, dragging them toward the training circle like a determined general.

She pointed toward Seojun. "Professor! Look at them—they're getting lazy! Isn't this bad for training, huh?"

Seojun raised an eyebrow but didn't stop her. A small smirk tugged on the corner of his lips.

Yoora stood with her arms crossed, watching with a tilted head. "We can do that tomorrow?" she offered.

Nayoung grinned like a fox. "Oh? Are you scared, Yoora?"

Yoora blinked. "What?"

"We're four," Nayoung said proudly. "This time, we'll win for sure."

Yoora chuckled, amused. "You're really confident."

"You should be the one scared now," Nayoung said, jabbing her finger at her. "We're ready to team up, and you're alone!"

Yoora's lips curled into a sharp smirk. Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Bring it on."

The others groaned again, but deep inside, a fire started to spark in their tired muscles. Even if they were exhausted, the idea of finally beating Yoora—even just a little—was tempting.

They slowly got to their feet, stretching, cracking their joints, and stepping into the circle once more.

Yoora stepped back inside too, fixing her gloves.

Seojun raised a hand slowly, looking at the five students standing in a loose circle.

"This will be the final match of the day," he said calmly, "Try not to break anything."

Nayoung cracked her knuckles. "We got this!"

Minseok muttered, "We're so going to lose…"

Jinhyu sighed, "Why am I even here…"

Yoora smiled wide. "Hope you all brought your best."

And just like that, the final match began—four against one.

The sun was setting, painting the sky in warm orange and red, but none of them noticed. All they saw now was the circle, their goal, and the strongest among them standing in the middle.

*****

It had been three days since Minseok first woke up and joined the training. In that short time, a lot had already happened. The students were getting better—bit by bit—but their bodies still felt sore and heavy under the gravity field that Seojun had set up, Raising it every day.

Seojun was watching them train as usual when his communicator buzzed. A voice told him that the dean was calling for him.

"Tch," Seojun clicked his tongue. "Right when they're starting to improve."

He sighed and looked over at the group, still sweating and catching their breaths. Without saying much, he waved his hand, and Sui appeared.

"I'll be gone for a while. Keep them moving."

"Kyuu~ I will Master!"

As he teleported back outside now walked down the hallway.

[I wonder what they want to see you for, host.]

Seojun took a big bite of the burger he was holding. The wrapper was still on the other half, warm and greasy from the sauce.

"Who knows," he mumbled, still chewing. "If they're not wasting my time, I'll listen."

He reached the dean's office and without hesitation, pushed the door open.

Inside the room were several people. Some were dressed formally—likely high-level professors or directors—and Alexa was also present, sitting near the dean.

The dean gave a small smile, but it was weak and tired.

Seojun, still chewing his burger, didn't bother greeting anyone. He sat on the chair across from them and leaned back lazily, his expression unreadable.

"I'm busy," he said flatly. "What do you want?"

A few people in the room frowned deeply at his attitude. One of the older professors looked especially annoyed and finally spoke up.

"Do you not know basic manners? This is the dean's office, not your house. You barge in without knocking, don't greet anyone—"

"Enough," someone else interrupted, a calmer professor with a firm voice. "Let's not waste time with formalities. We called him here for a reason."

The complaining professor sat down again with a huff, glaring at Seojun like he was a rebellious student.

Alexa stayed quiet but glanced at Seojun with her usual neutral look, though her fingers were tapping gently on her notebook.

Seojun slowly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, finishing the burger.

"I don't like wasting time," he said calmly. "So if you have something important to say, say it now."

As Seojun leaned back on the chair, waiting, the room stayed quiet for a few seconds. But soon, one of the professors stood up with a heavy sigh.

"We've had enough, Jihoon," he said, calling Seojun by his public identity.

Seojun's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers now tapping on the armrest. His mood didn't show on his face, but the air around him felt colder.

Another professor followed up with a louder voice. "We've gathered here today because we think it's time for you to leave the academy."

Seojun blinked once, but didn't speak.

[Oh, isn't that so sudden? Did we miss some memo, host? Or did someone suddenly grow a spine?]

The dean, who had stayed silent until now, opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted by the group of professors. They seemed restless, like they had been waiting to spill this for a while.

"You come in whenever you want, you don't follow any lesson plans, and the students under you don't show any standard progress!" one professor said angrily.

Another added with a frown, "Especially Yoora. She refuses to attend any other class. She was top of the academy—she had the choice to be mentored by any of us, but she chose you."

"She even said she doesn't need other lessons," a third professor spoke bitterly. "Because you can teach everything. Do you know how insulting that is?"

More voices rose, some talking over each other, filled with frustration.

"All you do is sit around and watch!"

"There's no order in your class!"

"You act like you don't care— showing no respect to the system we've built!"