The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: 374 | The Crucible

Felicity claimed the seat to my right. Camille sat across the room, deliberately, still avoiding eye contact in the specific way that meant she was processing something and had decided I didn’t get to watch her do it. Petra descended to her top-row throne with her leather planner and the posture of someone who considered attendance a favor she was granting the institution.

Steele slammed the door open at 8:58, coffee in one hand, and for the first time since I’d met her, she looked genuinely pleased.

"Class 1-B." She set the coffee down on the podium with a soft click. "You survived this morning. Barely."

Camille’s jaw tightened. She didn’t argue.

"You’re broken and you’re tired and you smell terrible," Steele continued, pink eyes moving across all of us with something that was almost affection buried under the usual menace. "Which means you’re finally starting to look like people who might survive this profession. Good."

She let that sit. Then she leaned against the podium, crossed her arms, and asked the question that flipped the whole room.

"What is the most important job of a Hero?"

Silence. The kind that came right before twenty teenagers all decided they knew the answer.

Theo raised his hand first. "Stopping threats. Protecting people from the people who’d hurt them."

"Close. Sit down." Steele’s gaze swept the room. "Anyone else."

Eden practically vibrated out of his seat. "Beating villains! You’ve gotta punch the bad guy so hard he stops being a problem!"

"That’s the answer of a man who has watched too many highlight reels, Wilkinson."

Camille didn’t raise her hand. She just spoke. "Neutralizing high-level threats before they escalate. Everything else is downstream of that."

"Compelling. Wrong."

Hiro straightened, and there was something almost personal in the way he answered, like the question had been aimed at his entire worldview. "Punishing evil. A Hero is the answer to the people who think they can hurt others without consequence. We exist to make sure they’re wrong."

I watched Steele’s expression do something complicated. She almost looked disappointed, which was saying something, because Hiro Sato genuinely believed every word of what he’d just said with the kind of conviction most people reserved for religion.

"Sato," she said. "You’ve built an entire personality around a wrong answer. That’s almost impressive."

Hiro’s Corona flickered under his skin. He didn’t respond, but his jaw locked in a way I recognized from four evenings of getting hit in the face by that same jaw.

Answers kept coming. Marco said something about crowd control that Steele shot down. Finn offered "not dying," which earned a snort but no points. Nyx said "maintaining the illusion of order," which was the most Nyx answer imaginable and also wrong.

And then, from the top row, in a voice like she was correcting a misprint in a document beneath her attention, Petra spoke.

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