My Scumbag System No Chapter 226: A Starfish, A Goddess, and My Disappointed Girl

Chapter 226: A Starfish, A Goddess, and My Disappointed Girlfriend

I moved ahead. Caught up to Emi. She was maintaining a steady pace but looked worried. Her brow was furrowed in concentration.

"You’re a healer," I told her. "You understand stamina better than anyone here. Your job is to keep others going. That starts with knowing how to manage your own resources. Pace yourself. This is a marathon, not a sprint."

She nodded. A small smile ford on her lips. "Right. Thanks, Satori."

The smile she gave

was bright enough to power a small district. I could see a subtle change in her running form as she adjusted her approach. Good. She was learning.

I finished my own run. Watched as the racers crossed the finish line one by one.

Jai burst across first. His arms raised in triumph. His entire massive fra glistened with sweat. "YEAH! FIRST PLACE! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!" He pounded his chest like a gorilla. Pure joy radiated from him. "SAKURA WOULD BE PROUD!"

Hikari crossed second. Pumped her fist with a wide grin that never faltered despite her exhaustion. "Good race! You’re fast!" She said it to Jai. Not a trace of resentnt in her voice despite losing. "Next ti I’ll beat you, though!"

Raphael finished third. His face contorted with frustration at not being first. He spat on the ground. Grudgingly nodded at Jai’s extended hand though. "Don’t get used to it," he growled.

The middle group finished in a clump. Isabelle led them. Her breathing was barely affected. Not a hair out of place. Noah followed. Her military discipline was evident even at the finish. Her form was still perfect. Then ca Jacob. He looked surprised at his own performance. Kept checking his wrist device with wide eyes.

Marco, Malachi, Emi, and Skylar ca next. All in various states of exhaustion.

Akari sauntered across the line. Sohow still looked fresh despite the run. "Thank god that’s over," she said. Imdiately pulled out a compact to check her makeup. "I think I might have perspired. Disgusting."

Soomin stumbled across. Her face was bright red. But her eyes were triumphant. She had beaten Juan. He jogged across a few monts later. Looked like he might collapse at any second. Cards spilled from his pockets with each labored step.

"I’m never doing that again," he gasped. Imdiately dropped to the ground. Spread out like a starfish. "Just bury

here. It’s fine. The worms can have ."

Natalia was last.

She crossed the finish line and imdiately bent over. Hands on her knees. Gulping air like she’d been drowning. Her usually perfect hair was a tangled ss. Her face was flushed with exertion and humiliation. She didn’t look at

or anyone else. Just stared at the ground like it had personally offended her.

We gathered in the center of the field. Everyone was panting and sweating. The first session had been a complete ss. But it had worked.

They were no longer just a collection of individuals. They were a group that had just gone through a shared ordeal. So were congratulating each other. Others were comparing tis. Even the most reluctant participants had a sense of accomplishnt about them.

So were elated. So were dejected. But all had participated.

Even Carn looked mildly impressed from her spot by the goalpost. She raised her flask in a gesture that seed slightly less mocking than before. High praise from her.

I stood before them. Covered in sweat. My authority was bruised. But not broken.

I’d learned my first lesson as a leader. You don’t command a pack of wolves. You give them sothing to hunt. You make them fear sothing worse than your authority. You turn their competitive instincts against each other. Then you redirect that energy toward a common goal.

Simple really.

I looked at Natalia. She was glaring at the ground. Humiliated by her loss. Good. Pride is a weakness. Now I can start rebuilding her into sothing stronger. In public, she was just another student I was whipping into shape. In private? She was mine. This lesson would make her even more devoted.

"Congratulations to our winners," I announced. "Jai, Hikari, Raphael. You get first pick of equipnt for the next week. Use it wisely."

They exchanged triumphant looks. Already ntally claiming their prizes.

"And our losers." I glanced at Juan, Akari, and Natalia. "Report to Carn after we’re done here for your cleaning supplies."

Natalia’s head snapped up. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of humiliation and anger. I t her gaze steadily. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

This wasn’t personal. Well, it was. But not in the way she thought. She needed to learn this lesson. She’d gone in too hot. Tried to show off. Burned herself out. A classic mistake that could get her killed in a real fight.

In the Gates, there are no do-overs. No second chances. You miscalculate once and you’re dead. Or worse, you get soone else killed.

Better she learn it here where the stakes were just her pride and a week of cleaning duty.

"Now," I continued. "We’ve gotten our blood pumping. Ti for the real work to begin. Partner up. We’re going to see what each of you can really do."

I surveyed the sweaty, exhausted faces before . So looked eager. So looked like they wanted to die. Juan looked like he was already halfway to the afterlife.

"And trust ," I said. Let a smirk cross my face. "This is just the beginning."

Raphael groaned. "You’ve got to be kidding . We just ran twenty laps."

"That was the warm-up," I said. Kept my voice casual. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The Sentinels have been training for hours today. You think one little race is going to close that gap?"

Isabelle nodded. She got it. "He’s right. We’ve barely started."

"Partner drills," I said. "Find soone close to your size and skill level. We’re going to work on coordination. Teamwork. All that fun stuff."