The Villain Reborn as Game's Final Boss

Chapter 288: Unfair [2]

I paused to let Ashlyn process my words without having to burden her mind.

"If not for your title as the daughter of Duke Levaith, do you really think the students in your faction would have risked standing for you?"

These were the facts that were often overlooked by these protectors of justice, who felt as if the world had always been fair and people like me made it unfair for the masses.

"It’s your reputation as a noble that has given you the support that you have received until now. So... tell me, was that fair to the students who might have dreamt of becoming the student council president at Namda, but were unable to do so because of their backgrounds?"

"..."

Ashlyn opened her mouth a few times, trying to find a reply, but soon the facts made her realise something that should have been easy to interpret.

"Has a commoner ever been the president at Namda? None has. Every time it has been a noble from a major noble house... the same as you. So don’t you think it’s naive to question me on fairness when it has never existed in the world?"

"But—"

"Let me finish."

Interrupting Ashlyn, I created some distance from her before leaning against a nearby tree.

"This academy... the very reason behind its creation was to maintain peace among the nobilities of the races that inhabit this planet. Admitting commoners is something that had recently begun and was not part of the core principles on which the academy had been founded. So tell me... where do you see fairness in any of it?"

My question was based on true facts and not something that I had come up with at the moment.

And Ashlyn... she knew I was right, but—

"Being born as a Levaith was a privilege that I had never asked for. If I had been given the benefit from birth, then it’s not like I could have rejected it. That would have been—"

"A foolish thing to do. I know it, and I admit that it’s a reasonable justification on your part."

Interrupting Ashlyn, I shifted my place before gently placing my hand on the bark of the tree that I had leaned on moments earlier.

It had a rough texture, something that should have been expected given what purpose it served for the tree.

"You couldn’t reject something that has been gifted to you from birth, and you expect—"

I paused, as my explanation so far had been sufficient enough.

There was no need to overextend my energy over such baseless conversations.

"I think I had said enough."

Saying the words, I began to exit the scene, as Ashlyn kept looking at my retreating back without saying a word.

I didn’t know why, but it wasn’t like my usual self to justify my own actions.

Maybe... calling my actions unfair seemed to have triggered me.

Unfair, huh.

I had never liked the word.

Back on Earth, living as X... nothing had ever been handed to me on a plate.

I had to fight my way through everything, just to ensure that I would be able to eat for the given day.

Jobs weren’t something that were available to everyone. Only those with the required skills were hired, and for learning those skills, one had to have been educated in good institutions—

Institutions that had fees that were beyond the amount of money I had ever seen in my childhood.

The orphanage just provided a basic education, and even the scholarships were made such that they were only for showing off to the world.

The governments... they would give a scholarship to an orphan and declare to the world that they had helped a lost puppy.

But in reality, those scholarships couldn’t even meet our daily necessities, let alone give us the freedom to learn at the so-called prestigious educational institutions.

That was why I had to shift towards the world of crime, not out of choice, but out of necessity.

The laws on Earth had declared the right to life as a basic human right, but had they ever seen its implementation through the dark alleys of the slums in which people like me had been born? fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

After embracing the world of crime, I had been able to live, but then—

The governments were against my life.

There were special operations conducted every other day to kill me and others who were in similar positions to me.

The entire system of the world had failed us, but when we stood up for ourselves, we were judged as the ultimate evil to be eradicated from the world.

A pest... something that was filthy enough to warrant complete elimination.

Where was the fairness in all of that?

I had always stood against unfair odds and had managed to level the field for myself and survive in the process.

Not only had I survived, but I had prospered by living on principles that had made my survival possible in a world that had always been unfair to me.

So when these protectors of justice mention being fair and just to all... every nerve in my body screams with repulsion.

Now that I had been able to level the playing field in this world and ensure my prosperity... the protectors of justice had always been quick enough to point out my mistakes.

They wouldn’t help someone who was in genuine need of help, but would try to tear apart the existence of people like me, who had managed to stand above everyone else with sheer resilience and... efforts that had always been mine, with no help given by any of these so-called heroes.

Though I knew Ashlyn was a far more practical person than any of the filth that I had mentioned so far... still, the way in which she looked at me, like I was taking advantage of my social status and being unfair to the masses below... left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Her words felt far more bitter than they had any right to.

I didn’t know why, but I had been unnecessarily agitated by her words, resulting in the justifications on my part.

Haa...

Though I could still feel Ashlyn’s gaze on my back, I chose to ignore her for the time being.