In a gloomy classroom of a second-rate school, the sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard could be heard from a history teacher at the end of his rope.

The best student in his class, Romain Lanthane, although having the best grades in the entire school, spent his time sleeping.

As a teacher, he had tried every possible method, but nothing worked. The lazy genius continued to sleep in class.

Today marked the last day of lessons before the exams, and one depressing thought troubled this hardworking history teacher. He knew that, despite the fact that during the past year this student had not listened a single minute, he would once again score a perfect mark on his exam.

Since Romain had joined his class, the teacher had constantly questioned his usefulness. Whether he was there or not, did it really make any difference? The students who paid attention to his lessons still performed worse than the one sleeping at his desk.

To make matters worse, most of the diligent students, as well as nearly the entire class, had stopped following his lessons, demotivated by the genius who would do better than them no matter how hard they tried.

There was one thought, however, that kept the teacher going. This year was the last. This class of 6th graders would, for the most part, graduate in a month, and he would no longer have to teach this "monster." He had survived all these years of doubt and despair, and although his mental health had suffered, he was doing much better than his colleagues. Three of them were on indefinite leave for burnout, and two had fallen into acute depression.

Glancing at his watch, an intense relief washed over him. In just a few seconds, he would never have to teach him again, and his life would only get better from there.

Finishing writing the last bit of his lesson on the board, he turned around, taking advantage of the last twenty seconds to say a few words of encouragement to the students for their exams.

"...and these are the last secondary exams of your life, so give everything you have to pass them with flying colors and start your adult life in the best possible way."

No sooner had he finished his sentence than the school bell rang throughout the building, announcing to all students the end of the last class of the year and the start of the exam period.

The history teacher, upon hearing it echo, struggled to contain the euphoria and sense of liberation rising within him.

Forcing himself to calm his emotions, he turned to tidy up his scattered belongings on his desk.

As he began, his body suddenly froze, paralyzed. Outside, a huge, monstrous-looking bird was flying at high speed toward the classroom.

Terrified by this vision straight out of his worst nightmares, he wanted to rush toward the exit, but despite all his will, his body didn't move an inch.

Unable to move, he could only watch the monster dive toward him at full speed. Closing his eyes to avoid witnessing the scene, the teacher waited for death to arrive.

After seconds that seemed to last for hours, the teacher was surprised to still be alive. He opened his eyes to understand the reason for his survival, and immediately regretted it.

A massive wave of fire surged, instantly scorching the entire classroom. Filled with immense pain, so much so that death seemed almost sweet in comparison, he fell to the ground. In this hell, amid the burning classroom and students on fire, stood one student unharmed, sleeping at his desk. As if the scene around him didn't interest him, he continued to sleep, true to himself.

With a confused mind, the teacher reached out to call for help. In this final effort, his life extinguished. His last memory was the sight of the student giving him a tired look before ignoring him and falling back asleep.