Hiding My Assassin Class From the Cowardly Hero

If you get a glowing package from the 'Benevolent Architect' telling you that you've regressed ten years into the past, the normal response is to cry and vow dramatic revenge. My response? I tipped the confused magical delivery pigeon with pocket lint and went back to sleep. In my past life, I busted my hump as a legendary vanguard, only to watch my little sister Milla die in a dungeon break while the 'Chosen Heroes' were busy taking press photos. Worse, those golden rewards the System hands out to top students? Total scam. They're parasitic soul-traps. This time, I have a foolproof plan: enroll in the prestigious Schola of Zircol as a trash-tier Scrapper, mooch off the cafeteria, and keep Milla safe. My hidden Dusk-Walker assassin class is just for emergencies. I'm perfectly happy letting the academy's arrogant golden boy, Rodel, strut around acting like the savior of humanity. But my slacker paradise goes up in smoke when a raging Obsidian Gore-Mantis crashes the freshman exhibition. Rodel wets himself and flees, leaving a kid in the crosshairs. With a heavy sigh, I step out of the shadows and one-shot the beast. Will the academy's hyper-intense valedictorian ever stop trying to expose my secrets?