The grand hall where the director of the Sacred Academy of Light would give his opening speech to encourage the new students was about to start, but my mind was elsewhere. In the original story, the protagonist arrived late to the speech, and the reason was simple: it was at that mont when he received the "All-Seeing Eyes" ability and the system bestowed by the goddess.
He even had the opportunity to et the Goddess of Light in person during that brief span of ti. This encounter made him late, and surprisingly—or rather unsurprisingly—he wasn't punished. The director, being a man of importance within the goddess's church and possessing a great affinity with light magic, imdiately sensed the goddess's blessing on the protagonist.
Thus, he instantly gained the support of the church and, consequently, the emperor's favor.
Clicking my tongue in frustration, I realized that this world revolved around him.
But that's not important now... The mont the protagonist entered through those grand doors, he discovered that a filthy demon was among the students...
Arthur's death was, at best, unfortunate. Let's just say it was a stepping stone that propelled the protagonist even higher in winning everyone's favor. What happened was that as he walked forward as if nothing had occurred, he arrived in front of the nervous Arthur and, without a word, stabbed him in the heart. Arthur spewed black blood, but that isn't how you kill a demon.
Demons—like now—don't die from being stabbed in the heart; that thod is more like torture. Arthur writhed like a worm as he was repeatedly stabbed by the sword.
Silence fell over the crowd, but the first to react was, of course, the director. Upon seeing that the student, who was actually a demon, didn't die after being stabbed in the heart...
The only way—or the easiest way—to kill a demon is with sacred weapons, essentially those imbued with light magic. The poor Arthur was burned to death by the director's divine flas.
It was a fate worse than death... an agonizing demise. And since everyone hates demons, besides literally being burned to death, they began to insult him and kick his body...
Clenching my fists tightly, anger began to consu my heart. Even though it never actually happened, I felt filled with rage. From what little I know, the real Arthur was a nervous, timid, weak demon... but still, he suffered a terrible death.
But a smile ford on my lips. That damn fool is dead, and better yet, he died by my own hand. The hatred gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.
As the minutes passed, more and more students began to enter the grand hall. The murmurs grew louder. For the mont, I kept my eyes wide open, trying to spot key characters.
"Hey Art, who are you looking for?" A tug on my shirt brought my gaze back to Leslie. She was pouting beside . Staring at her in silence... No matter what I said, she never left my side. She was like a leech that, for so strange reason, wouldn't let go of .
"Well, I'm just curious. As you know, I'm a PLEBEIAN, and seeing such a luxurious place makes a bit nervous." Damn it, why are you still here? It's not that I hate her or anything, in fact, I enjoy her company. Who in this damn world wouldn't want to have a god-level beauty by their side? Anyone who says otherwise probably likes n... but on the other hand, I'd like to keep my head on my shoulders.
I have enough problems right now, and I'm pretty confused...
"Hmmmm." She pursed her lips, and her eyes glead for so reason. "After this boring speech, it's ti for class assignnts..." She began to think, and her eyes lost their previous brightness, turning as empty as the abyss...
Pretending not to notice her change in personality, I moved a bit further away.
"Oh, I know!" Leslie clenched her fist and dragged the chair closer to . She grabbed my tie and looked straight in the eyes. "I see you're weak, very weak actually, but I'll protect you. I swear by the goddess! I'll even give you half of my points!"
This has nothing to do with the question she asked , it's completely out of place... but, looking into her eyes, I saw black spirals in her pupils, just like her hair... "Oh no... why is this happening to ?" Leslie has two personalities: the shy one and the obsessive, crazy one.
She usually has the shy one most of the ti, but the obsessive, compulsive, and homicidal personality erged when she first saw the protagonist... so why is it showing now, with ?
Swallowing dryly, I responded, "Are you sure? You should know how important the class assignnts are." What the hell am I saying? This will benefit greatly and solve my worries about the class assignnts, but it will also generate more rumors about the goddess Leslie helping a plebeian... Damn it! Nothing can be normal!
"I just need to kill more students, hehehe, it's as easy as killing a fly." She began to blush, lowering her gaze with the eyes of soone on the verge of committing a massacre...
With her delicate, small hand on my tie, she blushed even more and looked directly at ...
"Sniff... Sniff... Sniff..." She started to sll ...
Trying with all my might to pull away from her, it was impossible! Her grip was brutally strong... "Soone save !!" I pleaded ntally, feeling like my soul was about to be sucked dry and squeezed...
"How nice, kekeke." She let out a distorted smile... My complexion turned extrely pale...
"Attention, aspirants!" A strong voice echoed through the room... the academy director had arrived...
"Oh!" Leslie seed to snap out of it and released . Her cheeks were even redder than before, and she quickly turned her head away.
Wiping the cold sweat from my forehead, my body felt extrely exhausted again...
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