It could be said that this was the greatest foundation for standing tall that Roser had obtained since awakening his memories.
As long as he managed to bring out a Heroic Spirit and grant himself a Pseudo-Servant status, he would truly be stable.
For a moment.
Even a veteran charlatan like Roser felt a surprise in his heart that he couldn't quite suppress.
You're too reliable, Bro Matrix. Although those system novels with cat-like AIs are nice to read...
If one really transmigrates, one definitely prefers this kind of unreasonable, cheating system more!!!
....
Classroom.
Shizuka Hiratsuka pretended not to notice the other party's coldness and put on a bright and cheerful appearance: "Sorry, sorry. I heard a colleague arrived, and I couldn't resist coming over to meet you and get acquainted."
As she spoke, she stole glances at Roser's tall and straight physique.
It didn't look like he had an RPG launcher hidden on him at all, so...
"Teacher Roser, is there anything I can help you with? If you have any requests, just say the word, and we at Shuchiin will definitely fulfill them."
Shizuka Hiratsuka acted as if she were the principal herself, taking on all responsibilities with a fervent look in her eyes.
As everyone knows, in the 2D world, aside from those few famous chuunibyou, the invisible chuunibyou include her, Shizuka Hiratsuka, and a certain customer service agent named Sakiko.
Now that the true Inner World was right before her eyes...
Which chuunibyou could withstand this?
"Help, is it?"
Roser thought for a moment and ordered unceremoniously: "Actually, there is. Right now, as quickly as possible, give me a list of the students from your Class 3 who transferred away this year or unexpectedly didn't come to register.
"Also, give me a list of all current teachers, former teachers, including the health teacher, PE teacher, and special contract teachers like myself who teach folklore!"
"You want this..."
Shizuka Hiratsuka and the old Principal were both stunned.
"I've checked the students present, and it's not among them," Roser said indifferently.
Shizuka Hiratsuka and the old Principal exchanged a glance.
They finally understood what Roser was talking about, and their eyes immediately turned grave.
In the past, they wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to a single word of this, but now...
"Alright, Teacher Roser. I will go arrange it immediately. Within five minutes, I will definitely bring it to you. Please excuse me for leaving first."
The old Principal wiped his cold sweat, his short legs moving so fast they created afterimages as he dashed toward the Principal's office.
Mommy! Does this mean that thing might be among the teachers?
"Then, I shall also take my leave."
Shizuka Hiratsuka bid farewell politely. She stepped across the scorched doorframe, feeling the air that was still scalding hot. After she walked around the corner...
Her body slumped against the wall, and she slid down weakly, completely drained of strength.
"Mommy... scared... that scared me to death..."
Trembling, she took out a cigarette and lit it with shaking hands. The lingering palpitations of having her worldview shattered remained in Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyes.
She didn't expect that superhumans really existed in this world...
....
Not even five minutes later.
Two or three staff members arrived at the classroom hugging files. When they passed that hideous gap in the wall, they all revealed obvious looks of bewilderment.
What happened?
Was the school bombed by heavy artillery?
"Just put them here."
Roser picked up a file and looked through it. Looking at so many, most were actually students who applied to Shuchiin but didn't pass.
Soon, he spotted familiar names.
Subaru Natsuki.
Sixteen years old. His grades were quite good, and he was originally qualified to enter Shuchiin; after all, aristocratic schools also need some top scholars to decorate their facade.
But because of 'school phobia', his grades plummeted. He didn't make it into Shuchiin and went to a high school in a small area instead.
Kazuma Sato.
Sixteen years old. Otaku. Because the childhood friend he was promised to marry when they grew up was stolen away by a blonde senior in middle school...
This caused him to lose the motivation to study in school, escape reality, and abandon himself to online games...
These really are such familiar names.
Not just these two goods; Roser even saw the boyhood Satoru Suzuki (Bone King), the boyhood Naofumi Iwatani (Shield Hero), and the boyhood Satoru Mikami (Rimuru)... and so on.
So this world is the hometown for transmigrators, isn't it?
The water is really deep here~~ this broken world...
Roser felt a shiver in his heart and decided that his Heroic Spirit system needed to be even bolder, otherwise he feared he couldn't suppress this place.
Ten minutes later.
"The health teacher Makoto Ito who is on leave?"
Roser looked at one of the pages in the file, his pupils contracting.
The file clearly stated:
Makoto Ito, twenty-seven years old. Graduated from the University of Political Science and Law. After graduation, he returned to his alma mater, Sakakino Academy, to work as the homeroom teacher for Year 2 Class 3.
The information was quite comprehensive, the data was complete, and the logic had no loopholes.
He had a complete life experience; no one could spot any problems.
It was just... could this thing live to be over twenty?
And... Class 3 again?
Thinking of something, Roser turned his head and called out instinctively: "Student Ayanokoji..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's expression changed drastically. He stood up instantly, not even bothering to grab his schoolbag, and walked quickly toward the door.
"Sorry, Teacher Roser. My family called. My old man got sent flying by a car; I have to go to the hospital immediately."
Damn old man, this is the only use you have...
The other students were dumbstruck.
It was the first time they saw Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, who was always calm to the point of facial paralysis, have such a rich expression.
It was simply three parts panic, three parts confusion, four parts 'why me', and ninety-nine parts terror.
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji: It's not you guys, is it? You try it and see if you don't get psychological trauma.
Ayanokoji was almost traumatized.
Every time Roser called him, nothing good happened.
It was fine buying things at the start; he had practiced martial arts since childhood and had great strength, and at least he could supplement his living expenses.
But what on earth was that thing later?
When that flaming giant dragon lunged at his face, he truly thought he was going to die.
His life had started flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern, okay?
Even now, his legs were still a bit soft.
That wasn't something wisdom could contend with at all.
He had already decided. From now on, wherever Teacher Roser was, he would stay three streets away.
Tomorrow—no, he would process his transfer as soon as he got back.
Goodbye.
"Uh..."
Watching Ayanokoji's resolute back, Roser felt unconfident.
He suspected whether he had gone too far.
Although he had absolute confidence in his control, others didn't know that.
Sure enough, next time he should give a warning before using him as an experiment.
It couldn't be helped; Ayanokoji was just too fat [rich in points].
Of the eight Heavenly Dao Jades just now, at least two and a half were squeezed out of him...
"Then, Student Iino, you..."
Roser changed the subject and looked toward a certain little cutie.
"Sensei..."
The tiny Miko Iino stiffened all over, revealing an expression on the verge of tears as she looked pitifully at Kobachi Osaragi.
Kobachi Osaragi immediately stood in front of her as if heroically facing execution.
Uh, forget it.
Roser looked toward the brown-haired girl who looked like a little angel, his face full of smiles: "Um, Student Kikyo Kushida..."
Kikyo Kushida's smile froze. She revealed a brilliant grin, and then took to her heels and ran.
"Sorry, Teacher, my mom is calling me home for dinner!"
For a moment, the classroom was in a state of panic. Looking around, everyone frantically found excuses to flee before Roser could speak.
Including Yukino Yukinoshita...
She also didn't say a word, stuffed her book into her bag, and slipped out the back door without a sound.
Even she didn't have the courage to be a test subject for a certain Sensei.
Once they walked out of the classroom.
Looking at the melted cavern in the wall, they exchanged glances, and everyone felt the relief of surviving a disaster.
We survived!
....
"Ah, this..."
Roser looked at the empty classroom and finally shrugged.
"Forget it, I'll investigate it myself."
Soon.
News regarding the fire at the start of the school term at Sakakino Academy over a decade ago appeared before Roser.
And it happened to be Year 1 Class 3 as well—precisely Makoto Ito's class at the time.
(Makoto Ito really was in Year 1 Class 3.)
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