Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story [Dropped] - Chapter 08: Mob Takes on the Entrance Exam

Chapter 08: Mob Takes on the Entrance Exam

Around 200 applicants had gathered for the Freesia Academy entrance exam.

As expected, since the tuition was ridiculously high, most of the examinees looked well-off, dressed in fine clothing.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t bothered getting new clothes or equipment—I was wearing simple, cheap clothes.

But since my parents had bought them for me, I felt no shame at all.

“All examinees, step forward in order! Take a sticker and line up here!”

A stern-looking instructor called out, giving orders in a loud voice.

I stepped forward, took my number sticker, and was told to head to a specific classroom.

No problem.

I had memorized the entire layout of Freesia Academy from countless hours of running around in the game.

Without hesitation, I walked straight to the designated room—

Inside, several other examinees had already arrived.

(Whoa, hold on… What’s with those eyes…?)

The atmosphere in the room was intense—

It felt less like a school entrance exam and more like a life-or-death battle about to begin.

Everyone’s eyes were burning with intensity.

But honestly, it made sense.

There were 200 applicants, but only 5 slots available for commoners.

Each grade at Freesia Academy had about 100 students, but aside from those 5 commoner slots, the rest were filled with noble sons and daughters, personal attendants, or noble-recommended candidates.

It was ridiculously unfair, but that was just how the system worked.

Some wealthy merchants probably bribed nobles to get a recommendation, but I could barely afford the entrance fee, let alone pay off a noble.

And besides, I had no interest in getting tangled up with sketchy aristocrats.

I was going to win this fair and square.

Before I knew it, all the examinees had gathered, and it was time for the test.

The room fell into complete silence—

The only sound was the faint rustling of the teacher handing out exam papers.

Only a school full of rich kids would waste such high-quality paper like this.

“You may begin. You have 150 minutes.”

The exam subjects were Language, Social Studies, and Mathematics—three in total.

No breaks in between. Just non-stop writing.

Honestly, it felt a bit harsh, but everyone had to deal with the same conditions.

MagiRom had tests in the story too, but since the protagonist took the exam on a different day as a noble-recommended student, the game wasn’t much help here.

But after ten years of training, my Intelligence stat had reached 71.

It might not seem that high, but this much was more than enough.

Math and Language weren’t particularly difficult.

The real problem was Social Studies—since my past-life knowledge was completely useless here.

That’s why I had focused on memorization, raising my Intelligence to a level where I could recall the entire textbook word-for-word.

As a result, I managed to answer everything smoothly without getting stuck.

(The written exam should be fine. But since I can’t use magic, I need to make up for it elsewhere…!)

Magic wasn’t exclusive to nobles—

It was purely dependent on talent, and unfortunately, I had none.

In this world, magic was treated like a certification exam—if you could use it, you automatically got bonus points in the entrance test.

For me, that meant zero extra points.

So I couldn’t afford to take it easy—not even a little.

“That’s time. Put down your pens. The next part is the Combat Test. Everyone, head to the changing rooms, get into your gear, and wait in the assigned holding rooms for further instructions.”

With that announcement, we all started moving again.

The Combat Test wasn’t supposed to be that difficult.

The examiners were RPG-style enemies—with low stamina, yet standing there as if completely unfazed.

A typical case of “winning the fight but losing the match.”

As I sat in the waiting room, checking over my Guardian’s Short Spear, my name was suddenly called.

Following the staff member, I was led to a knight standing ahead.

I already knew from the game that royal knights acted as examiners, so this was expected.

(I have no idea how strong the other examinees are… so I’ll just have to go all out.)

I couldn’t check my status screen right now, but from what I remembered, my stats were on par with a late early-game character.

That should make me pretty strong for this point.

But just to be safe, I wouldn’t aim to stab—

I’d focus on sweeps and slashes instead.

“Come at me with everything you have. Show me your strength.”

“Understood. I’ll give it my all.”

“Good! Begin!”

The moment the signal was given, I kicked off the ground, rushing straight at the knight.

If the fight dragged on, I would definitely lose.

To prove my ability, I had to stay on the offensive.

“Haaah!”

“Hmph!”

My opening strike was blocked with ease.

The moment I jumped back, his spear swept through where I had just been.

This was my first time fighting a human—and intelligence made all the difference.

Compared to the predictable attacks of monsters, this was on a whole different level.

“Oh? You managed to dodge that?”

“Here comes the next one!”

My short spear was easy for me to handle as a kid, but compared to the knight’s long spear, I was at a clear disadvantage in reach.

However, my weapon was more maneuverable—so I needed to stay within my ideal range at all times.

A downward strike came crashing toward me.

(Don’t underestimate me…!)

I twisted my body, dodging the attack, and stepped in closer.

The second attack swept toward my legs, but I leapt over it—closing the gap even further.

There was a reason I could dodge this easily.

Six years ago, I stopped increasing my stats and started fighting monsters despite my level being locked.

Why?

Because this wasn’t an RPG—it was real life.

No matter how high my stats were, battles weren’t turn-based.

Just choosing an attack didn’t mean it would land.

Stats were just raw talent—but turning them into real power required experience.

For the past four years, I had been fighting monsters in life-or-death battles.

And every opponent had been way stronger than me.

There was no way I would lose to an examiner who was holding back for the sake of the test.

“Haaaaaah!!!”

I thrust my short spear straight into the knight’s side.

A sharp clang rang out as my spear collided with his armor.

“…I’m impressed. I didn’t expect you to land a hit on me.”

“Thank you very much. It was a good match.”

“Haha, I appreciate it. Meeting a promising young fighter like you is truly exciting. Let’s cross paths again someday.”

And just like that, my exam was over.

I had done everything I could, given it my all, and pushed my skills to the limit.

With nothing left to do but wait for the results, I turned and walked away from the academy, hoping that I had made it in.

◇◆◇

Two weeks later, a letter arrived from Freesia Academy.

Inside, written in bold letters—

“Accepted.”

I let out a sigh of relief.

But then, my eyes caught something else written below—and for a moment, I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

[Freesia Academy – Commoner Code of Conduct

Rule 1: Know your place. Always serve the nobility.

Rule 2: Dedicate your life to protecting noble blood. Understand that your existence is for their sake.

Rule 3: A teacher’s or noble’s command is absolute. Disobedience will be punished severely.]

(You’ve got to be kidding me… What kind of military academy is this…?)

I had always known that Freesia Academy had a strict class hierarchy—

After all, the game’s opening storyline was about the protagonist (heroine) getting bullied by nobles, only to be rescued by a love interest (the prince).

So I wasn’t completely unaware that commoners had it rough here.

But this?

This was far worse than I imagined.

(I thought they’d at least pretend students were equal… But no—the school itself is actively enforcing the class divide…)

My request to protect Haralua would probably be granted.

But for some reason, an unshakable sense of unease settled deep within me—

A feeling that something was very, very wrong.

And no matter how hard I tried, that dread refused to disappear.