I'm A Great Villain So The Author Hates Me

Chapter 16 - First Day of Class (1)

"Yo kid wake up. I need to get out of here. I'm off duty." A familiar voice sounded out as my shoulders were forcefully shaken.

"Huh?" I groggily sat up as I stared forward in a daze.

"Damn it. Drink this. This is the tenth bottle! My poor wallet!" I heard the voice sobbing dramatically, then felt a bottle being shoved into my mouth as my head was forcibly tilted back and something fizzy was poured inside.

As I subconsciously swallowed the liquid, my eyes slowly opened and I looked around in confusion.

"Wake up. It's passed midnight. You have to get up and at least try to go to the infirmary." The person shook me again and my gaze focussed on the glasses-wearing green-haired woman beside me.

"Rachel? What is going on?" I asked her trying to focus on her.

"Good. Your brain is working. What happened was you probably drained your mana trying to do something stupid that you shouldn't have. What's your magic power rank?"

I blinked at her before slowly responding, "F?"

"And your intelligence?"

"A?"

"And the rank of the skill you used?"

"D?"

Even though I wanted to, I couldn't stop myself from answering her questions. It felt as if my mind was short-circuited and a bunch of information was crammed into my head while somebody had taken a sledgehammer and was repeatedly pounding it.

"That would be why. You probably tried Analyze or used some knowledge skill and it drained you completely of your mana trying to get you to understand. This is an advanced-level book. With no prior knowledge of concepts, there's no way you would understand. Your brain probably feels fried and your body shaky right?"

"Yes?"

Rachel sighed before digging into the satchel she wore by her side, "Drink this. It's a general recovery potion. It will fix whatever headache you have and help replenish your mana."

She handed me a small glass tube of something blue and I held it in my hand while staring blankly at her.

"Don't be shy now. I've been shoving these down your throat to keep you alive."

Rachel rolled her eyes at me while opening the bottle and shoving it in my mouth. At the familiar feeling, I gulped down the blue liquid fizzed like soda but tasted like apple juice. Almost immediately my head began to clear up.

"What do you mean keeping me alive?"

She looked at me coldly before pushing up the glasses perched on her face.

"Realistically, you should be dead. From what I can see, you're ranked F, and whatever gift you have is quite highly ranked. When you use a skill that surpasses the magic power your body can take you need to cancel it or it will drain your body of energy eventually killing you. You must have a gift that can help absorb mana from the surroundings because otherwise, even if I had poured an infinite amount of potions into your mouth you would have perished. Don't tell me you didn't know that. They should have taught you that in class."

"I didn't know."

"What skill were you trying to use anyway? Analyze? Knowledge graph? Psychometry?"

Seeing my surprised look, Rachel rolled her eyes at me once more. "I'm a librarian in an academy of gifted students who helps train others with gifts. One of my gifts helps me research and index knowledge. Do you really think you're special or this is the first time I've seen this happen? It's a common occurrence among people who just got their gifts with no prior training. If you don't want to share I don't really care, but please go kill yourself when I'm off duty thanks."