I Became The Mafia Boss Inside The Novel

"Namely, the clubs."

The students instinctively smiled as a fire lit up within them. They immediately directed their focus to the words that he was about to say.

After a short pause, Alex Midgard continued in a disinterested tone.

"You may or not be familiar with them, but clubs are a huge part of the academy. It's one of the greatest attractions of the academy itself."

"Clubs date a long a history. It existed since the founding of the academy itself. It was proposed by the first Supreme Student Government and integrated into the system of the academy afterward."

"If you wish to know about its history further, you can check it out in the library or online library."

Alex stopped right there and changed the topic. He was not fond of long explanations, much less storytelling, though that much was obvious by his bland, disinterested voice.

"Since today is opening day, club recruiters wander the hallways of the academy. If you find a club to your liking, then you can file a submission paper and join them."

"The academy encourages all student to join a club of their liking, by their words, it helps foster a community for every ranker."

"However, the academy won't force you to join a club if you don't want to do so. But keep in mind that joining clubs has more benefits than demerits."

After saying all that, Alex Midgard paused and took a glance at his wristwatch. He raised his head and looked at the students.

"Do any of you have any questions before I dismiss the class?"

Hearing that, Elias raised his hand again. He took everyone's attention in the lecture hall once more.

Looking at Elias, Alex gave a deep look before nodding calmly.

"Go ahead."

"What if we don't like any of the clubs in the academy? Can we make one on our own then?"

Elias asked nonchalantly while he reclined on his chair comfortably, not showing any bit of nervousness or fear.

Taking a glance at him, the other students in the hall raised their brows in surprise. Did this man want to make his own club?

The newly enrolled students thought nothing about it, but the old first years couldn't help but purse their lips in disdain at his hidden intentions.

They could only say Elias was either ignorant or so full of himself to even consider making a club from scratch.

"If you desire, then you can do so. There's no one stopping you. But you need to submit an official form containing four of your members and the teacher behind the club to create one successfully,"

Alex answered calmly. He glanced at Elias and shook his head lightly as he added in precaution.

"However, I'll warn you. Starting a club from scratch is much harder than you think it is. I recommend you to join an existing club instead."

Hard is an understatement...

The old students murmured before shaking their heads as they turned their sights to Elias once more, expecting the man to back out immediately

But they were bound to be disappointed.

"No, I'll pass. I don't think I'll fail. Thank you for your warning though, Professor Alex. I appreciate it."

Elias shook his head calmly and rejected the advice. He silently looked at Alex with an amused expression.

'Despite looking like an intimidating old man, he sure does like to offer unnecessary advice to his students...'

Alex Midgard was one of the few characters he appreciated in his own novel. The man was strict and unyielding but was a great teacher to his students.

It reminded Elias of his old mentor back on earth, who guided him in the most difficult time of his life.

In fact, he wrote Alex Midgard's character using his old mentor as a reference.

A lot of the characters in the novel [Heroes of the New Age] were written using his past life experiences as a reference.

Hearing his words, Alex Midgard couldn't help but frown in disapproval.

"...Alright. Class dismissed hen."

But he didn't extend his words any further; it was useless and Alex was not the type to be overly caring of his student's choices.

After dismissing the class, Alex Midgard didn't prolong his stay in the lecture hall any further and left the place.

But before he went on ahead, he left a few words.

"If you have any questions or concerns, you can meet me in the faculty room until twelve noon."

The students nodded, but no one really took it to heart. It was already nerve-wracking enough to face him in a lecture hall.

As soon as Alex disappeared from their gazes, the students released the tense nerves and breaths they had been holding since earlier.

"Huuu… that teacher… he's kinda scary…"

"We're gonna be under him for a year, huh? I hope I don't catch his attention… he looks like a killer…"

"Tell me about it. I literally had chills when I felt his gaze land on me… he's definitely not someone we should mess with. But doesn't he seem nice though?"

The students complained at one another, but before they could stand up—a loud clap took over their attention in the stadium.

Huh? Who is…

Standing in the stadium, there were three students just like them. One of them was Elias Corleone.

"Don't leave just yet,"

Elias spoke casually, leaning over the back of the table located in the stadium. Beside him were Hajin and Ragna.

Seeing the monstrous body of Ragna, the students who wanted to complain closed their mouths and kept it to themselves.

"But we were dismissed, weren't we?"

A male student suddenly stood up. He had a streak of violet hair and the white skin of a fair maiden.

While he looked at Elias' group, he had a haughty and arrogant expression that was extremely punchable.

"Who are you to dictate, my—Leonard Sodium, actions? Do not let your little fame get to you, filthy commoner. I'll have you know, no matter how famous you can get, you can never be above me, a true noble."

Hearing his name, the students went to an abrupt discussion.

"Sodium… so he's part of the Sodium Family of the six great noble families. A big shot at the start, huh…"

"Who knows? But isn't this a great opportunity? If we get into his good side, do you think we can…?"

"No. I'd rather not follow a man like that. It's better to not get involved with nobles, they're usually… a package of great risk."

Leonard Sodium heard the student's gossip and whispers, causing his lips to curl in a disdainful smile. He looked at Elias' group which was silent and smirked.

"What, too stunn—"

But before he could finish, a large hand suddenly appeared before him. It was too big of a palm, twice the size of his head.

Bam!

Before Leonard could even react, his face was suddenly slammed to the surface of his desk. It didn't even occur to him what had happened until a few seconds passed.

Similarly, the students around the lecture hall were flat-out shocked and horrified at the same time.

"Yo—!"

Leonard tried to rise, but the large hand had a tight grip on his head. He couldn't even move an inch from the sheer strength of the grip.

It was impossible.

"You're too noisy, y'know that? My boss is saying something, listen will ya?"

In front of him, Ragna raised Leonard's hair and stared straight into the nobleman's eyes with a wild grin on his face.

Leonard was thoroughly angered, but it quickly turned into immaculate horror as he saw his opponent.

It was a man so big, and so large. A giant that seemed human, or perhaps a human that seemed like a giant.

If it wasn't for the human attire the man was wearing, he would've undoubtedly thought that he was facing a monster in human guise.

But then, remembering his exalted status again, Leonard felt his pride be torn into pieces as his expression reverted to fury.

"Release me a—"

But before he could even finish, Ragna slammed his face once more to the desk, silencing him.

Bam!

The students, unable to believe what they were seeing, couldn't help but take a step back in both disbelief and horror.

"Y-you…"

"What the fuck…"

"This man is crazy! He's from the Sodium Family...!"

There were a lot of concerns, that was for sure. But all of it was immediately silenced and suppressed by one single resounding clap from Elias.

Clap!

The students immediately remembered that Ragna was not the main threat here; it was Elias in the stadium.

"Okay, listen up. Don't pay attention to the clown."

Elias said calmly and sighed. He didn't even bat an eye at Leonard Sodium, as though the man was worthless.

"I take it everyone here is a freshman. New or old, I don't care. Sit down and listen to me for a moment, I promise you that this won't be long."

Although puzzled, the students complied and sat down. It definitely helped that Elias spoke authoritatively like he was already the leader of the class.

But most importantly, no one wanted their face to be suddenly planted on their desk like the other students.

Seeing that everyone finally returned to their seats, Elias gestured for Hajin to close the door.

Click!

Hajin nodded and promptly went to the door and closed it, causing the silent and tense atmosphere in the room to elevate.

The students felt somewhat nervous.

After what seemed like a minute or two, Elias spoke.

"I've done some research on your behalf, and from what I've gathered, the second years and third years don't really take us freshmen seriously."

"It's time for that to change. The perception of others toward the first years is the weak, sheep-minded, and easily fooled students of the academy."

The old students nodded in agreement. This happens because the year of the student also equates to their competence.

Higher year levels mean you have passed a year and are thus superior to the year below you. But this was not entirely true on a case-to-case basis.

For example, Elias and the main characters. Even if they were just first years, they were also stronger than some second and third years.

Elias tapped the table.

"Thus, to prevent that—I'm going to be the one to take the reins here, alright? I'm going to lead and represent the entire year."

"From here on forward, I'll be taking charge of the entire freshman batch. That means the whole first year."

Elias paused before emphasizing.

"I don't accept any objections. This is not a request. I'm making a statement today.."

The students were stunned in place. Although they had the mind to stand up and protest about his words, the terrifying figure of Ragna dwelled in their sights.

Elias was one thing, but Ragna was another entirely.

Between standing up to protect their wounded ego or being face-planted on the desk, the students chose the former without hesitation.

It wasn't worth it. The students thought and didn't object. Furthermore, it was not as if anyone wanted that position anyway.

"Alright, everyone is free to go."

Elias snapped his fingers.