[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-am-a-villain-so-what":3,"chapter-i-am-a-villain-so-what-i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Am a Villain, So What?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1506336,1956,"Chapter 11: Practical Assessment","i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>Night settled over the city by the time I returned home. The lamps along the street glowed softly, while faint lights from neighboring houses flickered through their windows. This was the first time I’d be ending the day inside a place that actually belonged to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I washed up, changed into something more comfortable, and walked into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After today’s bland lunch, cooking felt... necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I prepared a simple dinner: stir-fried vegetables with sliced beast meat, lightly seasoned and cooked on the mana-stone stove. Nothing fancy, but it tasted leagues better than anything at the cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once I cleaned my plate, I didn’t stop there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow, I planned to bring my own lunch, and I wanted something that reminded me of home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hamburger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mixed flour, warm water, and yeast that I bought on way back, in a bowl to prepare dough for the buns. Kneading it brought back memories of late-night cooking on Earth. When the texture felt right, I covered the bowl with cloth and set it aside to rise overnight. Tomorrow morning, I would bake the buns and assemble everything before heading out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficient. Tasty. And far cheaper than paying sixty coppers for boiled vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everything was prepared for tomorrow, I sat at the dining table and opened the small pouch of coins I received from selling Lucien’s belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four hundred gold left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days ago, that number would have felt infinite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the pace I was spending money, I’d run dry sooner than expected. And I didn’t have anything left to pawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two options came to mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ask Count Darius Ashborne for money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ridiculous idea. Judging from Lucien’s memories, his father wasn’t the type to go back on a decision. If anything, being only exiled and not disowned was already more mercy than Lucien deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother, Countess Lyriana Ashborne, was a possibility. She adored Lucien — probably the only reason the punishment wasn’t harsher. I was certain she would help if asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But relying on my mother’s money wasn’t a future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which led me to the last option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting a business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Cooking Level 7, opening a restaurant would be easy. I could serve hamburgers, noodles, curry... foods this world had never tasted. Even a small food stall could earn a fortune among nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that created another conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t here to become a chef.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My first priority had to be increasing my strength and skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not profit. Not cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And... as much as I pretended to ignore it... I had knowledge of everything that was coming. The world was heading toward chaos. If I focused only on business, I would be making money to die rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back and took a slow breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So we’re back to step one...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before money, I needed points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The System shop, bullets, skills — everything required points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I wanted to stand a chance, I needed more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One problem piled onto the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t have answers yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, I rested my head on the table, still thinking through possibilities... until the thoughts grew hazy and slipped away completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I knew it, sleep took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow would come with its own challenges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning came quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I woke up a little earlier than usual, baked the dough that had risen overnight, and prepared my lunch. The hamburger patties sizzled on the mana stove, filling the kitchen with a nostalgic smell. I packed two soft buns, the patties, sliced vegetables, and a small jar of sauce into a neat lunchbox. Today’s meal would be a reminder that I still had something from my old world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting ready, I left home feeling more positive than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class began with Samantha entering, her steps steady and imposing as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cadets, today I have an announcement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room instantly went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next week, there will be a Practical Assessment. You will be entering an officially supervised dungeon — F-class difficulty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs filled the lecture hall. Even beginners knew that F-class dungeons weren’t jokes. Low risk didn’t mean no risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will form groups of four. Team formation will be decided among yourselves. Anyone left without a team will be placed wherever needed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, group selection was now a popularity contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instructor Samantha continued, \"The assessment will be graded based on overall performance: monster subjugation, teamwork, resource management, and survival judgment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the kicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We expect results from all of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She left the room without another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the door closed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DING\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A System notification appeared directly in my view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[New Mission: Practical Assessment]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Objective: Rank Top 3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reward: 5,000 points\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Bonus rewards depending on higher placement)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sat perfectly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Points?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow grin tugged at my lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Points meant growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growth meant power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power meant... fewer humiliations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the kind of opportunity I needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. I’ll go all out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",822,"2026-06-06T04:52:01.856Z",1,"novelbin.me","6709e95fd3c9e907ecb0f42b997019eb8523541cd6ea48357a3a9acc1a4da9b9","i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-12","i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-10",230,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-a-villain-so-what-cover.jpg"]