Dungeon Crawler

My Disastrous Life at the Academy Part 1

In this world, there existed the concept of “skills” and “magic.” All living creatures have one the capability to use skills and the affinity to use magic.

“Skills” were unique to every individual, they are special gifts from gods awarded at the time of one's birth. Everybody had at least one to help them in everyday life by the use of it's power. Thus, those with strong skills have been chosen by the gods.

Inside the expansive network of underground tunnels and caverns also known as Dungeon, there are Monsters that are capable of running rampant through the whole city. This monsters can get out of the dungeon caused by an unknown catastrophic phenomenon called “Dungeon outbreaks.” However these monsters were extremely dangerous, and not just anyone could defeat them.

People capable of taking down monsters were called “adventurers”  men and women who wielded powerful attacks and skills who strive in the dungeon to reduce the monsters that might run rampage during Dungeon outbreaks , they also made earnings out of it since monster materials like drops and corpses  are rare in the outside world, so they fetch a lot of money and they can make a decent job out of it. I was also one of them.

I'm a student in this academy where they thought science and technology to create students who can contribute in the World Developing Project or (WDP), the project that have been rolling around the globe for hundreds or thousands of years. But I'm not attending school just to listen to that crap. I have my own goal and that is to bring back the legacy of magical weapons...

“By becoming the strongest in the world!”
I shouted raising both my fist up and stood up as if trying to make a victory pose.

“...”
The whole class stared at me in silence with a dumbfounded expression. I was sitting on the back corner of the room near the window. So it's not a hassle for them to just tilt their head sideways to look at me.

“Mr. Fenri Hounds, are you perhaps sleeping during my class session?”
The teacher inquired at me in a rather angrily pace.

Crap how Should I respond? I indeed am sleeping during this Literary class. It's boring by the way so I ended up knocking myself out after listening for a few minutes. All the talk about is crap like how science started and how technology is invented but, I couldn't care less about that.

“Umm yes...maybe?”
I respond nervously.

“explain a good reason why did you do that?”
Now the teacher is furious.

“umm...”
Scratching my head, I thought there for a second what should I use as alibi to escape his carnage.

“well speak, before I kick you out of class.”

Welp, better say the truth rather than lying about something which doesn't make sense either.
“Sorry teacher, actually I fell asleep because of sudden boredom in listening to your class.”

“what!? Are you out of your mind?”
The teacher frowned out of displeasure.

“...”
I just stared in an awkward silence.

“did you know that school isn't a place to sleep?”

Should I argue back? Either way, I should really respond to the teacher because it's rather disrespectful to just leave him stared at me furiously without saying anything in response.

“Well teach, did you know that home isn't a place to study either? So why do you always leave us with random assignments?”

Shit, I suddenly said the joke I saw at the internet last night. Oh crap... I'm dead.

The teacher shouted at me with an intense displeasure saying.
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CLASS NOW!”

“Looks like I picked the wrong teacher to mess with.” I sighed while muttering to myself  as I started walking outside of the room looking down staring at the tile floor. However, the students just stared at me in silence. Some have disgusted look on their faces while looking at me, some felt amused, and there are also people who seem to don't care.