My Borderline Supervillain-Slash-Hero System

Zane and his team stood still, eyes fixed on the torrent of beasts pouring from the shimmering gateway.

The sheer number was overwhelming—wave after wave of corrupted creatures, some common in form, others grotesquely mutated, their twisted bodies almost alien.

And then they appeared.

At the tail of the horde, six towering figures emerged, their presence crushing the air around them. As they stepped free of the wall, the glowing barrier snapped back into cold, solid metal.

"Whoa… all six of those are two-star beasts," Har blurted, his voice almost a squeak.

"So we just have to kill one to get inside?" Asphalt asked, his body already radiating fighting intent.

"Calm down," Zane said evenly. "We deal with the horde first."

The six massive beasts let out low, resonant roars. The effect was immediate—every lesser beast whimpered, as if bowing to unseen authority. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, their eyes bled red and they surged forward, their auras saturated with malice and unrestrained killing intent.

From the students' ranks, a battle cry rose.

Dar didn't wait. She vaulted onto the back of her massive boar mount. "Har! Get on!" she barked.

The fatty shook his head, then scrambled up beside her. She kicked, and the boar thundered forward into the fray.

"Not even a thank-you? Cold, Miss Dar," Asphalt muttered, though his grin betrayed his excitement. "But she's right. Those beasts are walking rank points. Later."

He drew the sword from his back and vanished into the chaos, his blade moving with lazy precision, each slash felling another foe.

Only Zane and Henry remained.

"Henry, do your best," Zane said without looking away from the approaching tide.

"You too," Henry replied with a crooked smile—then disappeared, his speed blurring him from sight.

Fast, Zane thought. And that's not even his best. The Bloodgale family's bloodline… it's too close to Erlin's. I miss her already.

A familiar ding chimed in his head.

[Auxiliary Quests Available!]

[Quest 1: Test your physical strength against the stats of the beasts.]

Reward (Test on one-star beast without exploding them: +2000 to all stats.

[Quest 2: Kill one of the two-star beasts with exactly ten punches. No more, no less.]

Reward: +5000 to all stats.

"Two thousand… and five thousand?" Zane muttered, startled. The numbers were absurd compared to his usual gains. "What's going on, System? You used to only throw me quests of low points. Earlier today, you gave me new guests to steal kills and snipe green cards. Now you're throwing rewards this big? Are you malfunctioning or just the Super-villain part getting on you?"

[Every quest exists for a reason.]

[The rewards are high because the difficulty is… insanely high. Good luck.]

Zane frowned. "Sometimes I think you're not just a program. You sound almost… alive."

Silence.

He sighed. "Whatever you are, machine or lifeform—it doesn't matter. If you can make me strong enough to face my father… and help me find my mother… I'll take it."

His gaze lingered for a moment, nostalgia tugging at the corners of his mind—until the roars of the charging horde dragged him back to reality.

Ding!

[Incoming: First Wave of Beasts]

[All beasts are in Early Stage, One-Star Core Rating!]

"Early stage?" Zane muttered. It was the first time he'd heard of a sub-category within the One-Star rating.

[For every One-Star Core Rating—whether beast, alien, or human—their overall stats place them in one of three subclasses:]

Early Stage: 1,000–3,500 points

Mid Stage: 3,501–7,000 points

Late Stage: 7,001–9,999 points

[A being advances to Two-Star when any single attribute reaches 10,000 points.]

[Host, All three attributes of yours are currently nearing 1,500 points—So, you are in the Early Stage.]

He barely had time to digest this before a reindeer-like beast with jagged, human-like teeth lunged at him, frothing like a rabid dog. Zane flicked his finger against its forehead.

The beast collapsed instantly, skull caved in.

His eyes swept the battlefield. Every beast in this first wave was Early Stage One-Star. The students, however, were more mixed: about half in Early Stage like him, a quarter in Mid Stage, and a small elite—mostly from super-families and noble bloodlines—in Late Stage. Their movements, agility, and spellwork were leagues apart.

"They're strong," Zane murmured. "Alright… let's see how well I can control my strength and internal weight."

He stepped toward another corrupted beast and punched.

It didn't just die—it detonated, spraying gore across the grass.

"Too absurd," Zane said flatly. "System, what's my current internal load?"

[Host's current internal load: 34,545 kg.]

"Thirty-four thousand kilos… no wonder it exploded. That's like getting hit by a runaway truck-kun at full speed."

He exhaled, scanning for denser clusters of beasts. A particular corner of the field caught his eye—one everyone else was avoiding. The beasts there averaged over 1,300 points in all three attributes.

"Let's start at ten percent load… about 3,454 kilograms."

He blurred into motion, reappearing in front of his target. His fist landed—

—and the beast exploded into a wet smear.

"Seriously? That one had 1,349 strength. I only used 3,454 kilos. What the hell?"

After a moment's thought, he decided to abandon theory for trial and error.

He picked a large, twin-headed ape as his next test subject. One punch—same result.

Then another. And another. Everywhere he went, beasts ruptured into pulp after a single blow.

Zane didn't care. This was nothing more than field testing to him.

What he didn't notice was that many eyes were locked on him. Hidden in the treeline, senior students and instructors had stopped tracking the wider battle. Even the surveillance drones hovering above fed live footage of the chaos—and Zane's absurd display—straight to every viewing screen.

Soon, every third-year student and every teacher watching from the shadows had turned their attention entirely on him.

They were silent, awestruck by the raw, unfiltered power in his fists.

No mana. No enhancement. Just pure physical might.

There was only one explanation that made sense to them—this kid carried a Physique-type bloodline strong enough to terrify even veterans.