That's what we agreed on, but I have absolutely no clue where to start.
Gazing at the distant figure of Morishita Ai leaving with a bellyful of motivation, Fuyuji Mikage felt quite a headache coming on.
After thinking for a mont, he took out his phone and tapped into the class group chat he'd just joined.
Various Class A students' discussions about the school were scrolling across the screen.
Yet not a single student had posted any intelligence about the school rules. Hashimoto Masayoshi, who had just said he'd ask the upperclassn for information, also remained silent. It seed Katsuragi was right—this wasn't information that could be obtained easily.
Normally, just a certain amount of points should be enough to make an upperclassman talk. The upperclassn themselves would lose nothing at all. Yet his own classmates had no news whatsoever.
He drank the last mouthful of mineral water, tossed the bottle into the trash with a clatter, and looked in the direction of the school building.
Banned by the school? Fuyuji Mikage clicked his tongue. How crafty!
Right now, the top priority was to figure out that system the school used to evaluate students. That was the core of all the problems. Once that was clear, other questions would see breakthroughs as well.
"This school asures students by their rit. Your successful enrollnt ans you possess corresponding value and potential. What you must do is continue to maintain that value." Mashima Tomonari's voice just now echoed in Fuyuji Mikage's mind.
Value? rit? Potential?
Speaking of value...
Fuyuji Mikage began pacing along the school path.
What exactly is a student's value?
A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling his bangs.
'Mongrels scoring below 600, don't speak to those scoring above 650. Your barren brains will affect their knowledge concentration.'
Fuyuji Mikage shuddered and shook his head vigorously.
No, no, no, different country, different context. I've transmigrated, so why am I still thinking about the terror of being suppressed by scholastic ability?
As for rit...
[A mass shooting occurred at an Arican university. A student rushed into the campus wielding a submachine gun, firing upon other students in the classroom, causing XX deaths and XX injuries.]
No way, no way. This is Japan. It's still a society governed by the rule of law, after all.
So... judging by Japan's circumstances, what exactly is this student value they're talking about?
Scholastic ability certainly counts as one. Given Japan's strong club activity culture, physical ability probably does too. As for things like morality, social skills, etc., those are intangible. Unless the school has the literal Eye of God, how can they possibly evaluate—
Fuyuji Mikage's body stiffened, and he slowly looked up. The surveillance cara in the upper right corner clearly reflected his enlarged, flattened face...
It's not impossible!
"Hiss—"
Fuyuji Mikage sucked in a breath of cold air.
Following this line of reasoning, since value has distinctions of high and low, dividing classes into accelerated classes, key classes, improvent classes, ordinary classes, and so on based on grades is also highly probable.
At this mont, the heroic figures of the various talents in his class surfaced in Fuyuji Mikage's mind.
Our class probably isn't the worst... right?
Fuyuji Mikage's face twitched.
No, no matter what, it can't be the worst! Fuyuji Mikage swiftly extinguished that thought. Other than himself and Morishita Ai, that eccentric, the discipline and quality of the other students in the class were plain for all to see.
Sorting through his line of reasoning up to this point, Fuyuji Mikage felt he was very close to the truth.
Verifying this hypothesis was actually quite simple—just directly compare the caliber of students across the different classes.
Fuyuji Mikage's footsteps suddenly halted. The students had already dispersed. If he wanted to compare, the soonest would be classes tomorrow.
Nothing for it but to stop here for now. Fuyuji Mikage sighed and took out his phone.
[Light, When Will You Return: Morishita-san, how's the progress? I'm about to declare checkmate over here.]
Fuyuji Mikage's lips curled upward wildly. Who cares if it's true or not; he'd fire off the trash talk first.
After a while, Morishita Ai's reply arrived fashionably late.
[Humans Are Quite Interesting: Fuyuji Mikage, as expected, you, being evil, are sent by the heavens to stop from revealing the truth of the world.]
[Light, When Will You Return: Don't tell your plan got interrupted by again?]
[Humans Are Quite Interesting: Correct. Your reward is a drive with to the ends of hell. I was eavesdropping for intel in the café, but your ssage ruined it.]
That actually was a thod born of no other options, though it relied too heavily on luck.
[Light, When Will You Return: Well then, keep up the good work. My tasks for today are done.]
[Humans Are Quite Interesting: Save your concern. In two days, you will understand—Morishita Ai is invincible.]
After exchanging a few more verbal tussles with Morishita Ai, Fuyuji Mikage arrived at the entrance of the student dormitory. He raised a hand to his forehead and looked up.
Quite a tall dormitory building. Easily over 10 floors just from eyeballing it. There was no way the male students alone needed this many floors; probably both male and female students lived here.
After getting his electronic access card from the dorm manager, Fuyuji Mikage arrived in front of his room.
Room 404. What a taboo-filled, unspeakably nefarious place.
The sensor beeped, and the door opened. The room wasn't large, but the bed, small fridge, stove, and various things were fully provided. It even had a balcony.
Fuyuji Mikage closed the door, locked it, and slowly let out a breath.
Now then, next...
Fuyuji Mikage's eyes suddenly expanded. Silvery-white streams of light seed to flow within his pupils. His originally brown irises turned as deep and dark as ink.
On the balcony, five ants were carrying the corpse of a dead aphid.
Three faint scratches intersected on the surface of the door.
The fridge was completely empty, absolutely nothing placed inside.
Dust had accumulated in the corner of the bathroom; it seed the cleaning staff had slacked off.
In an instant, information from the room flooded into Fuyuji Mikage's brain like a torrent...
Fuyuji Mikage's psychic power continued to spread... As the range expanded, a drained sense of detachnt began to spread. Sweat slid down the bridge of his nose and dripped into his lips.
The next mont, the ghastly pale floor was reflected in Fuyuji Mikage's eyes.
"Huff! Huff! Huff..." He knelt on the floor, gasping heavily for air.
Psychic control? Telekinesis? Or omniscient vision?
He couldn't quite figure out his own ability yet, nor did he know if it was a remnant of the system. This ability had manifested after the system ran off.
But without a doubt, this ability, no matter what world you placed it in, belonged to the considerably high-tier category.
Too bad this was a magicless world. With his skinny arms and legs, he was naturally predisposed to being beaten till he howled by anyone with a pair of fists.
The greatest uses were probably that his stamina recovered quickly, and his five senses beca acute.
Currently, Fuyuji Mikage had developed two active skills.
One was the detection he'd just used. As for the other...
Fuyuji Mikage stared at the room card in his hand. The silvery-white light began to flow again.
The room card in his hand suddenly trembled, then flew up crookedly and unsteadily, swimming through the air like a fish, finally swaying to a halt in midair.
Barely at a level suitable for performing magic tricks for people. As for a training thod, it seed that the more it was used, the stronger it would get, judging from what he'd seen so far.
However!
Once I lie low at Advanced Nurturing for three years, slowly developing, after graduation, whoever dares to raise their voice at will get a Tengai Shinsei to the face!
I shall beco Happy Superman, and as soon as I am happy, I'll go Super—
"Slap—!"
A crisp sound rang out on the floor as the room card fell.
"..."
Laboriously hauling his body onto the bed, covering himself with his little blanket, Fuyuji Mikage serenely closed his eyes.
Forget it. For now, figuring out how to accurately toss an empty bottle into the trash can is a bit more realistic.
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