If she explained, it would be unavoidable to mention that “recording.” If Hayama ever found out she was such a lewd girl…
she would rather die!
Looking at Miura’s shamed and indignant expression as she hesitated to speak, Sakata felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.
*As expected, this woman doesn’t dare speak the truth!*
As long as she kept her mouth shut, Kuroe’s crime of beating a classmate for no reason would be set in stone!
What awaited this brute would absolutely be expulsion!
However, this seemingly desperate scene didn’t cause a single shred of panic to appear on Kuroe’s face; instead, a smile resembling one looking at a dead man curved up on his lips.
“You piece of shit, why don’t you try bullshitting me one more time?”
Kuroe suddenly spoke a sentence that no one could understand, leaving everyone a bit dazed.
Only Hayama, who knew a little bit of English, caught it.
He knitted his brows, knowing it was an insult and a threat.
*System, use [Veritaserum] on Sakata.* Kuroe muttered in his mind.
[Ding!
Veritaserum has been used!
Target: Toru Sakata.
Duration: Ten minutes!]
An invisible halo instantly sank into Sakata’s body.
“Wh-what did you just say?” Sakata asked.
“Nothing.” Kuroe stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked down at Sakata from above, speaking in a playful tone.
“I was just asking if Sakata-kun would dare to loudly state once more in front of Hayama-kun…
what exactly did you want to drag Miura-san into the storage room to do just now?”
“Also, that recording you used to threaten her, do you actually have a backup of it in your cloud drive?”
Hearing Kuroe’s words, Hayama, Yuigahama, and the others behind them were all stunned.
*Threat?
Recording?*
Sakata sneered in his heart.
*This idiot, how could I ever adm—*
“Of course I wasn’t taking her to the infirmary!
I was using a recording as leverage, wanting to drag Yumiko Miura into the storage room to ruthlessly violate her!”
“Of course there’s a backup in the cloud drive!
Not only am I going to play with her, but I also intend to use the backup to control her long-term as my bitch in the future!”
The moment those words left his mouth.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
The air in the hallway seemed to solidify at this very instant.
The expression on Hayama’s face froze instantly, Yuigahama covered her mouth in shock, and even Miura widened her eyes in disbelief.
“W-what did I just say?!”
Sakata’s eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets as he clutched his own mouth in sheer terror.
He clearly wanted to lie!
Why did his mouth completely betray his mind and pour out his entire plan uncontrollably?!
“Oh?
So that’s how it is.” The smile at the corner of Kuroe’s lips grew even deeper as he continued to lead him on, “Then do you usually do any other shameful things?”
“I also frequently take upskirt and spy photos of other girls in the locker room!
I’ve saved several gigabytes of them in my cloud drive!
I also secretly embezzled the class funds to play pachinko!
I’m a complete and utter scumbag, a degenerate!”
Sakata spoke fluently while violently strangling his own neck with both hands, trying to stop himself from making any more sound.
But that eerie power forced him to spit out every single last bit of his wicked background clean.
“Sakata!
You bastard…
to think you actually did such things!”
Hayama, who always had a gentle temperament, now had a terrifyingly dark expression.
His fists were tightly clenched, and his eyes were filled with an undisguisable rage and disgust.
“Scumbag!” Yuigahama’s face flushed red with anger.
Looking at Sakata breaking down on the ground, the final trace of fear in Miura’s heart vanished into thin air, replaced by a wave of relief from surviving a disaster.
If it weren’t for Kuroe today, her life would have been completely ruined.
“Hayama-kun, that’s the truth of the matter.” Kuroe shrugged, “Dealing with this kind of evil scumbag, using a bit of force should count as self-defense, right?”
“…Kuroe-kun, it’s really thanks to you today.” Hayama took a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his heart as he pulled out his phone and said, “I’ll contact Hiratsuka-sensei right away.
This kind of matter must be handled by the school and the police!”
Ten minutes later, the swift and decisive Hiratsuka-sensei rushed up to the top floor, dragging the already broken Sakata down to the office like a helpless chick.
His cloud drive would naturally be thoroughly wiped under the intervention of the police, along with those secretly taken photos serving as ironclad evidence for his conviction.
In the hallway, only Kuroe and Miura were left.
Hayama and Yuigahama had been called by Hiratsuka-sensei to help give statements.
Of course, don’t ask why the victim didn’t go.
The excuse was that she was deemed to need rest, so she didn’t need to act as a witness right away.
As for Kuroe, because he claimed he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, Hayama took the credit for the physical altercation.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the side of Kuroe’s face, coating his originally unremarkable features in a dazzling silhouette.
“Um…” Clutching the hem of her skirt, Miura walked over to stand before Kuroe.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and a complex light flickered within her eyes beneath her blonde hair.
“About today…
thank you so much, Kuroe-kun.
If it weren’t for you, I…”
“No need to thank me.” Kuroe waved his hand, cutting her off in a calm and resolute tone.
“Like I said, I’m a champion of justice.
Punishing evil and promoting good is only a given.”
These words were somewhat chuunibyou; if it were any normal day, Miura wouldn’t have been able to resist cringing hard enough to curl her toes.
But at this exact moment, these words felt incredibly reliable, causing her heart to skip a beat.
After a moment, Miura bit her lower lip and quietly added another sentence, “Also…
regarding the contents of that recording he used to threaten me…”
“Recording?
What recording?” Kuroe turned his head, looking at her with a face full of blank confusion, “I only remember that I beat up a piece of trash.
Other than that, I didn’t hear anything else.”
Looking into Kuroe’s clear eyes, Miura froze first, then burst into a soft laugh, though her eyes grew slightly moist.
“Kuroe-kun…
you really are a gentle person.”
[Ding!
Detected that Yumiko Miura’s favorability has risen slightly!]
Kuroe ignored the system prompt.
He turned around and waved his hand with his back to the sunset.
“I’m heading home first.”
After leaving Sobu High, Kuroe followed the route memory added into his mind, walking all the way to the nearby train station.
Right now was the peak rush hour for school dismissal and off-work commutes, so the train was quite crowded.
But Kuroe was incredibly strong.
He easily stabilized his posture within the slightly packed train car without even needing to hold onto the straps, standing as steady as if he were rooted to the floor.
Looking through the train window at the sunset painting the entire city in a layer of orange-red, and then looking at the street scenery rapidly receding, Kuroe’s expression gradually grew a bit dazed.
*Just like that, I’ve transmigrated?*
Accompanied by the rhythmic *clatter-clatter* of the train, Kuroe closed his eyes and began to calm his mind, carefully sorting through that “common knowledge memory” inside his head that had been crammed in by the system.
When he had first woken up in the classroom earlier, there were too many sudden developments.
He only had time to receive the language and some basic cognition, having absolutely no time to look closely at his background setup in this world.
Now that he recalled it carefully, Kuroe immediately discovered a blind spot.
“Hey, System.” Kuroe double-tapped his temples.
“I physically transmigrated over here, so in this world, I’m essentially an undocumented person, right?
Plus, the memory you gave me only goes up to this daily high school life.
Why does everyone act like they know me?”
As if sensing Kuroe’s concern, the system’s electronic voice immediately rang out in his mind.
[Ding!
Host, there is no need to worry.
In order to ensure that the Host can smoothly and safely practice justice, the system already activated the World Cognition Interference Program at the initial moment of binding.
The system has planted reasonable memories regarding the individual named ‘Minoru Kuroe’ out of thin air into the minds of all relevant personnel.
In their subconscious and memories, the Host has always been an ordinary student with zero presence at Sobu High.
The Host’s status as an orphan and independent living situation have already been legally registered with the local relevant authorities.]
“So that’s how it was solved?
Incredible.” Kuroe applauded the system in his mind.