Classroom of the Elite, but Diary-Style Chapter 2 2: A Proper, Legitimate, Officially Registered, Ac

Asakusa Tōru, male, sixteen years old, is a transmigrator.

Perhaps it was because he had devoured countless books in his previous life that he was able to be reborn into this mishmash, all-in-one crossover ani world.

Unfortunately, even after changing worlds, he was still an orphan.

Fortunately, having no parents wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

As long as you didn't have parents, you were basically invincible on the internet—immune to any threats involving "your parents."

Standing tall and upright, head held high, when soone sneered, "Your mom's dead," you could cleanly and decisively nod and reply, "Yeah, my mom is dead," leaving the other party replaying the mont afterward, wishing they could slap themselves dozens of tis while cursing themselves for being absolute trash.

This was known as the Invincible Golden Body.

That said, even for a transmigrator, having no parents was indeed difficult. If not for the fact that he had already been sent to an orphanage by the ti his past-life mories awakened, Asakusa Tōru seriously suspected that with a bit of bad luck, he might have died in so back alley before he ever recalled his previous life.

But the past was the past.

Relying on his awakened mories, he struggled and worked his way to the present. Just when he thought that in this lifeti he might only ever get by with a small "foresight buff," his long-overdue golden finger finally arrived—sixteen years late.

A diary.

Its full na was: "The Diary That Gives You Rewards as Long as You Casually Write in It."

A very simple and brutally straightforward na.

However, Asakusa Tōru—well-read as he was—was not about to be fooled so easily.

Almost the mont he obtained the diary, he recalled a whole pile of bizarre diary-stream novels from his previous life.

Stories where the protagonist wrote a diary while being tortured by the entire world, only for the diary to be exposed after death to clear their na, leaving everyone else drowning in regret—or stories where the diary was synchronously revealed, with the protagonist using their unhinged inner monologue written in the diary to "conquer" (or "strategize to overco") various heroines like so kind of inner-voice protagonist.

Even now, thinking back on them made him want to complain: why on earth did those diary-stream protagonists genuinely believe that the diaries they wrote wouldn't be seen by anyone?

I an—what kind of normal person writes a diary anyway?

Thankfully, the diary he obtained was not that sort of scammy garbage designed to screw over its host.

Instead, it was a proper, orthodox, officially registered, ace diary!

A clearly defined scoring algorithm for diary content.

A massive reward pool available for draws.

A clearly designated range of readers.

On the very day he received the diary, Asakusa Tōru abandoned his original plan of getting rich by copying light novels, and instead devoted himself wholeheartedly to developing his golden finger.

After so simple research, he picked up his pen and wrote the very diary entry that Sakayanagi Arisu had seen.

ssing around, spoiling, and then declaring war.

These three corresponded respectively to the diary's different evaluation chanisms.

The level of entertainnt in the content, the appropriateness of the spoilers, and the emotional fluctuations of the readers.

According to the diary's algorithm, the written content would be evaluated, a final score calculated, and rewards drawn.

It wasn't particularly complicated—at the very least, Asakusa Tōru could clearly understand what he needed to do.

Setting aside the score and rewards for the mont, although he had already completed today's entry, the diary's settlent still required a bit of ti.

So his attention shifted to the designated reader range.

The reason he knew that the readers, like himself, were students of the Advanced Nurturing High School was not only because he had recently received his own admission notice from the school, but also because the diary itself had already made it explicit.

[Current storyline: Welco to the Classroom of the Elite]

[Today's diary plot index: B]

The forr was the limited scope of the diary copies distributed by the diary—only characters within the corresponding storyline had a chance to receive a diary.

The latter was a special bonus multiplier. When situated at a key plot point, this index would multiply the original evaluation score.

In other words, the more crucial the content, the more crucial the timing at which it should be written.

Taking this into account, and after recalling the plot of Classroom of the Elite, Asakusa Tōru ultimately decided to write that kind of content.

Leaving himself so room to maneuver—ensuring there were spoilers, but not too many—while also trying to provoke the readers.

He couldn't determine exactly who had received the diary, but by testing them one by one in sequence, soone was bound to reveal a flaw.

As long as he grasped their specific identities and slamd them with targeted spoilers, he refused to believe he wouldn't be able to force out so emotional fluctuations.

"Still… Advanced Nurturing High School, huh." Looking at the text following the current storyline on the diary page, Asakusa Tōru let out a faint sigh. "It really does feel… exactly as expected."

It had been ntioned before—this was a giant crossover world.

This world had the Shinomiya Group, the Kōenji Group, the Toyokawa Group, and the Suzuki Group. Aside from not seeing the Speedwagon Foundation, pretty much every major conglorate that should exist seed to be here.

Girl bands holding live performances everywhere, the once-in-a-century idol Hoshino Ai, a shut-in youth scared to death by a tractor.

Although there were no visible signs of the supernatural for the ti being, characters from all sorts of works were present.

The reason Asakusa Tōru felt it was unsurprising was simple.

He had interacted with them.

Whether it was so emotionless "ultimate masterpiece," a sickly genius love-brained white-stocking loli, or an everyone-loves-him honest-to-a-fault voluptuous beauty—

He had interacted with them all.

Though he didn't know whether they rembered soone like him, the fact that he would enroll in Advanced Nurturing High School—and that his golden finger was even related to them—left Asakusa Tōru unexpectedly unsurprised.

"Hopefully this won't beco a flaw that exposes my identity." He shook his head and stopped thinking further about it.

Things had already co this far. There was no way for him to go back and change the past. Thinking carefully, while keeping one's identity hidden was extrely important for diary-stream stories, as long as he remained cautious, even if his cover were to be blown, it would be a long ti from now.

"What matters now…"

Was, of course, the settlent.

The first diary settlent.

[Today's entry completed. This entry's evaluation is 'A'. Drawing rewards.]

[Draw successful. Congratulations on obtaining the item 'Infinite Recorder'.]

Black-and-white text floated before his eyes, and a cold voice echoed in his ears at the sa ti. As the voice slowly faded, the text gradually vanished as well.

Imdiately afterward, sothing fell out of thin air—

A recorder that looked utterly ordinary.