Yoonso always knew he was a genius. His mom told him he was special, and his inventions usually ended in either applause or emergency evacuations. But today was important—it was his first day at a new school.
"Yoonso, no disasters!" his mom warned, handing him his lunch.
"Yes, Mom, of course, of course," he nodded, secretly stuffing the Absolutely Safe and Slightly Experimental Thing No. 23 into his backpack.
As he entered the classroom, all eyes turned to him. After all, it wasn't every day a new student showed up with a slightly smoking backpack.
"Who are you?" a tall kid in the back asked.
"I'm Yoonso! Genius, inventor, and… well, you'll see soon!"
The teacher introduced him to the class and pointed to an empty seat. As soon as he sat down, his desk neighbor—a red-haired girl with a mischievous grin—whispered:
"Genius, huh? What's in the bag?"
"Ah… It's my 'Super Smart Auto-Responder'! It helps answer teachers' questions!"
"How does it work?"
"I'll show you!"
Math class started. The teacher asked a question, and Yoonso eagerly activated his invention. A small speaker in his backpack clicked and announced:
"Answer: 42!"
"Incorrect," the teacher sighed.
"Oh… Maybe it's just warming up," Yoonso muttered, adjusting some wires.
"Hero, what does this button do?" his seatmate asked—and before he could stop her, she pressed it.
The backpack vibrated. The speaker clicked again and declared:
"Alert level: green. Activating 'Mega Mode'!"
The whole class froze. A second later, a fountain of glitter and confetti shot out of the backpack, followed by a recorded voice of Yoonso:
"Congratulations! You have automatically received an A+!"
The teacher narrowed his eyes.
"Yoonso, leave your backpack here after class."
"Yes, sir…" he sighed.
The first day didn't go exactly as planned, but Yoonso knew: this was just the beginning!
***
The Villain Conference
The greatest minds of the villain world gathered in the lavish blackandred hall, filled with smoke, sinister laughter, and overly loud fanfares. This was the Annual Villain Conference, where the most important issues of the dark business were discussed: innovations in laser cannons, methods of world domination, and of course, new bureaucratic norms for criminal organizations.
At the honor table sat Dark Emperor Morti…
…and he was clearly struggling to stay awake.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" boomed Lord Chaos, stretching his arms dramatically. "Today, we discuss… THE NEW VILLAIN CODE OF ETHICS!"
The hall buzzed with excitement. Some audibly groaned.
Morti barely managed to stop himself from slumping onto the table.
"Morti, are you even listening?" Greg whispered, nudging him.
"No, but I'm sure it's not important."
"They're discussing the fiveminute monologue ban right now."
Morti snapped his head up.
Lord Chaos continued:
"Furthermore, we will address the complaints about excessive use of selfdestruct buttons!"
Morti nearly choked on his coffee.
Greg shrugged.
"Greg, are you working for me or the tax office?!"
Greg stayed silent.
Meanwhile, another villain began their presentation.
"And now, a new report: 'How to properly file your tax return when your headquarters is an underwater citadel.'"
Morti had had enough. He grabbed his mask from the table, pulled it over his face, and closed his eyes.
Maybe he could catch a quick nap here.
End of the chapter...