While Dean Greyson talked, Ryder recorded with a smile on his face as he pointed the gun at Dean Greyson with his other hand.

"I have hidden it for so long, but I'm tired now. I am a pervert, and I want the world to know. My laptop is full of hent*i because I love cute anime girls, but that's not all. I also pass vulgar remarks on girls who happen to be students of this University. I enjoy doing it,"

"I also get angry fast. If someone insults my family, I get them arrested using my high reach in the police. It also brings a smile to my face seeing their futures being destroyed,"

"You might wonder why I'm saying all this. That's because I don't care. I know that none of you can do anything against me. I'm the Dean of the University of Dreamers, and my friends are high-rank officers in the police. Even if you retards know it, you won't achieve shit,"

"I've taken money from rich people to give admissions even if they don't have valid documents, so I have lots of money. If anyone has a beautiful daughter who is old enough to get married, I wouldn't mind marrying them. My aim is to have a harem of 20000 girls at least,'

"Oh right, if anyone has any nice hent*i, forward me some. You can never have too many. Bye suckers," Dean Greyson finished his dialogues.

Ryder stopped recording.

"I've said everything you wanted. Can you please lower the gun now?" Dean Greyson asked Ryder.

"That was a good performance, but that's not all. That's just a part of it. I'm going to play a song, and I want you to dance on it," Ryder chuckled.

Dean Greyson wanted to say something, but he ultimately nodded as he saw the gun in Ryder's hands.

Ryder started the music, which was used in strip clubs nowadays.

Dean Greyson danced in the music awkwardly, whereas Ryder recorded it.

"That's enough," Ryder said after stopping the recording.

"That's enough. Now I can go viral with this video. I don't know about others, but the students of this campus are really going to like this one. And who knows, you might get a nice collecting as well," Ryder smiled as he said.

"Please don't. I'll lose all my self-respect and reputation. If the higher-ups find out about this, I might be fired as well. I'll do anything you want, just don't do it. Do you want money? I'll give you money!" Dean Greyson pleaded.

"Alright. Give me 25 million dollars cash," Ryder let out with a smile on his face.

"25 million? That's crazy! I don't have that much!" Dean Greyson bellowed.

"Very well. I'll earn from your video then," Ryder chuckled as he raised his phone.

Dean Greyson started sweating profusely.

"Wait! I can't give you 25 million dollars, but I can give you 10 million dollars cash right this instant," Dean Greyson told Ryder.

"Alright. Give me," Ryder said.

"I-its at my home," Dean Greyson said.

"Cool. Let's go to your home then. If you try anything against me when we get out of here, your video will be viral before anyone can catch me," Ryder warned him.

'I can also rewind time if he does something. Ten million dollars is a nice incentive, but it's not equivalent to my sister's respect. Don't think that your punishment will end after giving me money,' he thought.

Ryder put the gun back and told the Dean to get dressed.

Dean Greyson wore his clothes and followed after Ryder. They left the room.

"Where are you going, sir?" A female teacher asked the Dean as she saw him leave the administrative building, which he rarely left.

"Mind your own business!" Dean Greyson scolded the woman as he continued walking.

"My car is outside. We'll go in that," Ryder told the Dean as he watched him going towards a white car.

They walked to his Whirlwind and sat inside.

Ryder started the engine and got the car on the road. Dean Greyson kept telling him directions, whereas Ryder drove accordingly.

They got to the mansion of Dean Greyson in half an hour. The Mansion was just as big as Esmi's mansion.

Dean Greyson entered his Mansion, and Ryder followed after him.

He found 10 million dollars cash for Ryder.

"I'm really sorry for what I did. Please treat this as my apology. I promise that I will be a better person," Dean Greyson said.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to my sister. Come with me," Ryder told him as he left the mansion. Dean Greyson walked behind him.

They got in the car once again, and Ryder took him to his house. Ryder had already told Dean Greyson how he should apologize.

He knocked on the door, and Alice opened the door.

Alice was visibly surprised as she saw the Dean of her college standing before her door.

"W-what is happening?" she asked Ryder, but right at that moment, Dean Greyson dropped to his knees.

"I am really sorry for what I did. This old man was stupid and a bastard for getting you arrested. You can hit me if you want to, I won't say anything, but I won't stand up until you forgive me," Dean Greyson said to Alice as he touched his forehead on the ground.

Alice looked towards Ryder and saw him smiling. A smile appeared on her face as well.

"That's enough. I forgive you," She said.

"Thank you," Dean Greyson said as he raised his head. He stood up.

"Do you want him to do anything else?" Ryder asked Alice.

"No. It's enough," Alice said.

"Alright. You can go inside. I'll handle the rest," Ryder told her.

Alice entered the house and closed the door.

"I did all you wanted. You won't do anything, right?" Dean Greyson asked Ryder.

"Nope. I won't do anything more to you than I already did," Ryder smilingly said.

"Ah, can you take me back to campus then?" Dean Greyson asked.

"You're rich. Get an Uber," Ryder said before he opened the door and entered the house, leaving the Dean behind.

The Dean walked away with a tired look on his face.

'I won't do anything bad other than what I already did, but you don't know what I did yet,' Ryder thought with a smile on his face as he stood behind the door.

He looked at the spray that he had used to heal Dean Greyson's wounds.

'Such an incredible item but such horrible side effects. I wonder how vivid his expressions will be when he finds out that his weapon is useless now,' Ryder thought as he walked towards the kitchen.