Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

He was chewing on ham and putting jam on his toast, completely unaware that a murderous aura was about to descend upon him.

The next second, a pair of long legs encased in black stockings clamped down on his head with lightning speed, locking his neck tightly.

The boy in the video was trembling all over. He weakly patted his homeroom teacher's thigh to show his surrender, but in the end he could not escape the fate of being strangled. He then collapsed on the table with his face flushed and foaming at the mouth, a mysterious smile of "unbearable pain" on his face.

It's unclear whether it was a physical coma or a case of "death by happiness"...

The other boys were startled and swallowed hard. They looked at their homeroom teacher's shapely black-stockinged thighs, thought it over carefully, and finally gave up the idea of ​​following in her footsteps.

The woman slammed her high heels on the table, her rude behavior a stark contrast to her refined appearance. She said fiercely, "From today onwards, I am the homeroom teacher of the Firevine Class, Janna. Anyone who disagrees, come up and challenge me now!"

"......"

The morgue-like silence returned, but the presence of my irritable older sister brought a touch of warmth.

clap clap clap!

The girl with the gloomy demeanor and black hair covering her face clapped quietly, but after a while, she realized under the awkward stares of everyone that this was not the time to clap and welcome the homeroom teacher.

Nolan noticed that the secretary-general and the girl who never smiled both had black hair and a very similar aura. It seemed that they had been given a secret spell to hide part of their true appearance.

Black is considered an ominous symbol in many dimensions, much like the fearsome Chaos God-King.

Only the Abyss Demons who worship the devil and the Ancient Dragon Clan who worship totems in the Far East have black hair; both are unpopular outside the Free Federation.

Janna glanced at the girl but didn't say anything, as if they knew each other.

"Very good. From now on, you don't need to call me teacher. I am your instructor at the Firevine Army Camp, and my words are orders!"

Nolan tilted his head, as if he had heard those words somewhere before.

"You're not freshmen, you're recruits, and the worst maggots at the bottom of the food chain. Above you are the Flare Flowers of the Gold Zone, the Lithops of the Black Iron Zone, the Violets of the Silver Zone... Excuse me, I should say everyone, all recruits are above you! Judging from the Soul Color reaction results, you are the weakest scum in the Military Department. Do you understand?"

Chinara and Messiah exchanged glances, a strong smile appearing in their eyes. Military science seemed more interesting than they had imagined, but at this moment, the two pampered young ladies were unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Janna narrowed her eyes slightly, paused briefly when she glanced at Nolan and the other two, and then reiterated her point.

"I'm asking you... do you understand?!"

"I understand."

The scattered, faint responses from the classroom made Janna's face darken. She clenched her fist and slammed it heavily on the podium!

Boom!

The wooden table shattered instantly, and not only that, the floor of the podium also collapsed, smashing a large hole through it. The immense force pierced through three floors and reached the ground, causing a loud explosion in the Crystal Campus.

Eh?

Messiah's lips twitched, and his smile gradually froze. All the new students, no, the recruits present had similar expressions.

"You son of a bitch, I knew it was you again!"

As the smoke cleared, the instructor's curses echoed from the large hole in front of the classroom. He seemed to have just been humiliated in front of his students, getting a blow to the head, and had just climbed up from the bottom of the building.

"I didn't hear you, speak louder!"

The Iron-Blooded Secretary General roared.

"Jana, your horse is gone, did you hear me? I spoil you, Le Ge Pen!"

This wasn't meant for the person downstairs, but it infuriated them so much that they unleashed a torrent of profanities, demonstrating the remarkable effectiveness of their "quality education."

The power of this punch was at least that of a level thirteen Soul Warrior, and it was controlled with ease. Except when launching the attack, no one could detect the leakage of soul energy. It was the work of a true powerhouse who had crawled out of the dimensional battlefield alive.

The students downstairs were laughing and cursing, which was quite funny, but the situation upstairs was very serious.

Messiah and Zenora wanted to laugh but dared not, breaking out in a cold sweat.

That sentence was said to them.

Janna raised her fist again, and everyone tensed up, immediately taking a deep breath and shouting, "Understood, Instructor!"

The Iron-Blooded Secretary nodded in satisfaction. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly smelled a strange odor, covered her nose, and looked to her right, staring intently at the burly man dressed in women's clothing with exposed chest hair.

"I'll give you one minute. Either go back and put your shoes on, or I'll cut your feet off."

"Waaah!"

The heavily armored tank pouted, raised its pinky finger, and swung its legs outwards as it dashed out of the classroom.

The girlish, delicate manner immediately made the male interviewee in a suit and tie vomit.

Kouqu District-----------!

After vomiting, the man in the suit took out a pack of tissues from his briefcase, wiped his mouth, and continued to sit upright, staring at the iron-blooded instructor.

Thankfully, Janna didn't tell him to swallow it back, or the others would have thrown up too...

Janna let out a long sigh, her gaze sweeping once more over the group of strangely dressed, freakish freshmen. Her slender arms bulged with veins, and her primal power seemed ready to burst forth again.

The instructor suddenly looked at the girl in the blue swimsuit. Just as Nolan thought Janna would say the same thing, she asked calmly, "Do you like swimming?"

The girl had long pink hair and often basked in the sunlight, giving her skin a healthy tan. She immediately stood up, nodded seriously, and replied in a strong voice, "Report, I love it!"

"Yeah."

Janna nodded, completely ignoring him, which made Nolan and the other two roll their eyes repeatedly, feeling sorry for the hairy-chested man from earlier.

What kind of idiots are these?!

38. You're here every year.

After an exciting opening speech, the tough female instructor began her military-style class.

"The first lesson I'm going to teach you is to obey orders!"

Janna's gaze swept over each young face, and she said in a deep voice, "Nothing in this world can be achieved overnight. Perhaps you are born into a noble family and can become military officers after graduation, so you feel that there is no need to start from the bottom."

The homeroom teacher paused, her cold gaze lingering on a few students, including Nolan. She had already reviewed all the students' resumes before coming and had given them a heads-up.

"But I'm telling you, if you pursue your studies with that kind of naive idea, you'll only drag down your colleagues and eventually harm your subordinates."

"report!"

Outside the classroom, the big, smelly man came running back, panting heavily.

She put on the shoes, but the most outrageous thing was that she even took the time to change into a floral dress to cover up her sexy leg hair. She looked absolutely stunning, and Messiah finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Come in."

Janna nodded, completely unconcerned about the recruits' quirks except for maintaining classroom order. For example, she herself was dressed in a black stockings and high heels that were completely out of place with the military theme, exuding sex appeal.

Her sexy figure constantly distracted the trainees, clashing with her impassioned words, yet no one dared to complain.

The instructor glanced at Messiah, but was immediately bowed his head after being stuck out his tongue by the idol who treated everyone equally.

Janna continued, "To become an excellent commander, you must first learn to be an excellent soldier! So what kind of soldier can be considered excellent?"

The young man in the suit suddenly stood up and said solemnly, "Report! Absolute obedience to orders!"

“Very good, someone has already grasped the key points of the first lesson very well.”

Janna nodded again, a satisfied smile on her face.

"That's right. Every order is crucial on the interdimensional battlefield. Decision-making is the responsibility and obligation of the commander, while the strength of soldiers lies in their execution and action. Even if they make a mistake, the entire army must make the same mistake together without question. This is discipline, this is an ironclad army."

"Isn't that just a mindless mechanical puppet?"

Zinora rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought, when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her cheek.

Janna pinched the elf's cheeks and rubbed them wildly, then said with a "kind" smile, "Next time you share your opinions, please raise your hand first, Your Highness!"

"Yes! I'm so sorry!"

The homeroom teacher's charming smile grew even more amiable. "Very good. Now tell me, what are your thoughts on my teaching just now?"

Tears welled up in Zinora's eyes as she sobbed, "No! I'm just a heartless mechanical puppet!"

"awesome!"

Janna raised her index finger and smiled, "Understand the difference between a commander and a soldier. An excellent soldier doesn't need brains, just enough strength. But an excellent commander often possesses both talent and strength. So, you have a long road ahead of you!"

The girl who had been wearing a swimsuit timidly raised her hand and asked softly, "Excuse me, instructor, what if the order is actually wrong?"

Janna blinked and laughed heartily, "Then let's all die together!"

"........"

Nolan sighed.

It's hopeless. The teachers and students of Firevine Class are all doomed.

However, everyone at least realized one thing: no one likes to work for a stupid boss.

Of course, no officer would like a talkative, argumentative subordinate; the strength of a team lies in being in sync.

"When you're all ready, I'll show you the true face of the dimensional battlefield. For now... let's have a class meeting!"

Janna clapped her hands, because the podium had disappeared due to the Iron-Blooded Instructor's carelessness in losing his horse, so she had no choice but to sit on the table in front of Nolan and point her fingers back and forth.

"Alright, even though our class is always at the bottom of the class, with only seventeen or eighteen people in total, and two orphans skipped class without reason today, we still have to do what needs to be done. Next, I'm going to choose a lucky person to be the class monitor and help the teacher manage this bunch of scum, um, that is, the captain of the recruit camp."

Janna looked around and saw a boy staring at her with a silly grin, which made her furious.

"Gail, what are you laughing at? You're a freshman at Firevine every year. Are you proud of repeating three years?"

The blond-haired boy in his pajamas gave a federal salute, blew a kiss to his homeroom teacher, and said affectionately, "Of course, it would be my honor to stay in your class forever!"

"forever?"

Janna raised an eyebrow, her anger visibly rising.

The blond-haired man had a lazy demeanor, but he was quite good-looking. He was tall and handsome, and his facial features showed that he had some elven blood. He seemed to be the oldest and most cunning person in the group.

"I'm happy to take on this important responsibility!"

"Go cool off somewhere else! Last year, you led the whole class to stay in the sewers for an entire training session during the Silverwing Joint School Alliance campaign, making me lose all face!"

The iron-blooded instructor slammed his fist on Nolan's table, startling the three of them. Fortunately, he restrained himself this time, leaving only a handprint.

Gail shook her head, looking distressed, and said, "It's not so bad, our ranking is quite high."

"Exploiting loopholes in the rules is the act of a coward."