Chapter 10
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 10: Everyone
“When I can fucking crush you all.”
Kuuuung—.
The spacious lecture room, pressure pressing down on that entire area.
The students couldn't utter a single peep.
-Is he the one? The kid who got all stats E-rank and ate the class top spot?
-Seeing the name is Viktor, I think it’s right? Just looking at him, he’s frail.
-Fuck, this is ridiculous... I was pushed back by something like that?
-If I just thrust my fist a bit, he looks like he’ll pee himself in fear.
Even those who were being sarcastic like that shut their mouths.
Expressions frozen still, and shaking pupils.
The scene remained as if the pause button was pressed.
The children couldn't even think of moving rashly.
““......””
Why was it?
A drop of cold sweat flows down someone’s jawline.
‘I’ll die.’
Before rational thought, a sensation firing from the brain.
Alarm bell.
Instinct.
The fear as a living organism saying it wants to live.
Breathing, which was natural, trembled violently.
“Ugh, haa...”
“Heok, heok...”
Breaths starting to pant as if possessed by something.
Clearly, it was there.
Something with substance was strangling their necks.
Things like tentacles were wrapping around their windpipes.
As if with just a little more force, the neck bones would be crushed...
“Everyone?”
Kkudeuk, kkudeuk—.
I don't know how it was in reality.
However, at least the students themselves felt that way.
In front of their eyes stands the boy they mocked.
“Everyone.”
A smiling mask.
Above the white plate, lips torn grotesquely.
Smiling eyes as if enjoying this whole situation.
Even while short of breath, the students couldn't take their eyes off that mask.
“Everyone.”
It was a kind of intuition.
That if they took their eyes off that thing even for a moment, something terrible would happen.
“E”
“ver”
“yone”
Vision warping here and there.
Voice scattering like glass shards.
The world the students were staring at was crumpled significantly.
In the center of such chaos, the clown kept repeating the same words.
“EveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneYouAlsoEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneRuinedEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneDieEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneAndEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneWantEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneToEveryoneEveryoneHurtEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneDon’tEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneAhEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryoneEveryone”
The mask smiled.
The corners of the mouth go up more and more, tearing immeasurably.
To the point where one wonders if it can even be seen as a smile anymore.
““......””
Blinking eyes.
The moment they lifted their eyelids again, the mask had approached right in front of the students’ noses.
The clown, whose number had multiplied to match the number of students before they knew it.
He was standing in front of each and every student.
Staring from barely a few centimeters away.
“Everyone.”
The mouth of the mask opening wide.
Beyond that deep abyss, tentacles swarming inside like a horde of cockroaches.
When the licking things crossed the world and were about to touch the students at last...
“Stop. That’s enough.”
A certain voice cuts the flow.
At the same time, the killing intent snaps.
Vision brightens.
“Haa, haa...!”
“Cough... Keu-heok, heuu...”
The students gasp for breath.
The pressure on their necks fades, leaving only throbbing pain.
No.
In fact, even the sensation of throbbing was merely an illusion.
Because everything the children witnessed was hallucination.
When they raised their heads, what they saw was just the peaceful scenery of the lecture room.
The students could only be bewildered.
“......?”
If anything had changed in that midst, it was only the two people on the podium.
The clown standing nonchalantly. And a blade resting on such a neck.
Javert was aiming her sword at Viktor’s neck.
“Oh my.”
“It was an excellent speech. Let’s end it around there.”
The clown smiling as if troubled, and the professor warning indifferently.
Emotionless eyes look at the mask.
A cool sword touches the neck.
“Student Viktor.”
“Yes, Professor Javert.”
Sharply opposing air.
Even in the cold that seemed to cut, the boy was only carefree.
Because he didn't even give a glance to Javert at all.
Even while gripping the sword, the red-haired woman clicks her tongue inwardly.
‘He didn't dodge.’
From the moment Javert drew her sword until she aimed it at the clown’s neck.
Viktor had no reaction.
He didn't dodge, nor did he defend.
Rather, as if telling her to try it, he only lifted his neck stiffly.
And even after doing so, he was confident without a single tremor.
‘He has unusual guts.’
Does it mean he is not easy as expected?
An excessively cool-headed appearance for a freshman.
The woman’s suspicion toward the boy deepened further.
Of course, behind that lay a completely different circumstance hidden...
‘Fuck, you scared me. It was too fast I didn't even see it.’
It was just that he couldn't react because he couldn't see it.
His dynamic visual acuity failed to chase Javert’s sword.
Viktor sweats cold sweat profusely.
Thanks to the mask, he was able to not get his expression caught.
‘Act calm. Act calm.’
Viktor catches his breath for a moment.
If he remains silent nicely, the woman throws a reprimand.
“I believe what I requested was a greeting. I didn't go so far as to tell you to threaten your fellow students.”
“I committed a rudeness here. I lost my temper without realizing it.”
“Please withdraw your killing intent first.”
“I already released it. So how about the Professor also withdraw the sword now?”
“......”
Sreuk—.
Javert obediently withdraws her sword and sheathes it back at her waist.
“I understand getting angry, but that is also a weight the top student must endure.”
“My thoughts were short. I will be careful from now on.”
“I ask of you. Since it will become a trouble for student Viktor himself as well.”
“I will keep it in mind.”
“I also apologize. No matter if it was suppression, I put a sword to a student’s neck...”
Javert bowing her head politely.
Even in this situation, she meticulously finds her own mistake and apologizes.
She could have just glossed over this much while giving a warning.
As expected of a rigid person, she showed a strict appearance toward the rules she set herself.
“I am fine. Professor.”
“I will also be careful from next time.”
After a polite bow, the woman wraps up the seat.
Javert speaks toward the students sitting blankly.
“Today’s schedule is ended with this. Full-scale academy life is scheduled to start from tomorrow. I ask you to follow along with a firm mindset.”
Children coming to their senses belatedly.
They couldn't grasp a single thing.
What they had been subjected to, what the hallucination just before was...
““......?””
However.
Even amidst such confusion, the schedule only came to an end.
After finishing the first day's schedule, On the way back to the dormitory.
“Ah... Yes, Princess.”
Wiggle, wiggle—.
Carmilla, who had been hiding in the school uniform pocket all along, sticks her head out peek.
Having a silver hue for an ordinary bat, and a somewhat cuter appearance.
She shakes her head and asks.
“Which part are you talking about? The part where I provoked the students? Or the part where I confronted Professor Javert?”
“It is all flowing according to plan.”
The Princess staggering in the pocket.
“Those are correct words.”
As long as you don't cross the set line, Javert is indeed a very good educator.
Capable, reliable, strong, clear distinction between public and private matters...
Of course, from the moment she gets involved with cultists, she turns into a slaughter machine without brakes.
‘I just have to use her well.’
I realized earlier.
Javert is not a threat to me, but a new card that has entered my hand.
If I just take a little risk, she was a card that could be more active than the Evil God sets.
I should plan steadily regarding this part.
“Are you talking about the Class E friends?”
“From those friends’ perspective, it would be difficult to accept. Since they are naturally thinking their rank should be higher.”
“Thank you just for the words.”
“Ah, if it’s about that part, I think you don't have to worry.”
“Just in time, they are waiting over there, aren't they?”
The path heading to the tram station. About seven people were standing blocking the way. One and all, students selected as top rankers within Class E.
“You there, top student.”
From the calling tone to the fiercely made expression. At a glance, they didn't seem likely to be favorable to me. I answer standing in place. Deliberately smiling more leisurely.
“Oh my...? Fellow students. What is the matter?”
“Ha, look at this bastard pretending not to know.”
Guys bursting into vain laughter. Big guys surround the sides.
“Earlier you were babbling quite well? You can fucking crush us?”
“But... why are you leaving in such a hurry? Are you scared?”
“We still have business left.”
“Earlier it seemed like you did something trivial like a hallucination or whatever...”
“This time there’s nothing like that. Fuck, showing off with just E-rank...”
A somewhat fiercely flowing development. Well, I thought it would become like this from the beginning. Because I guessed it from the moment they kept glaring in the lecture room earlier.
‘Everyone has good action power at least.’
I speak with a smile.
“So?”
“What?”
“So, it was a question asking what you want that you found me.”
Anyway, it seems they came to have a bout. I wondered if there was a need to evade.
“Shall I just crush you right here?”
“Y-You bastard...!”
I should do as they want. Since I decided to definitely eat up the hierarchy, shouldn't I educate them to lie flat? Originally, they say learning speed is fast when trampled a bit.
“Since we’re doing it, how about making a bet? It’s a shame if it just ends.”
“What kind of crazy bastard is this...”
The bully gang with bewildered eyes. I opened my hands wide and beckoned as if to come in anytime. In the front pocket, the Princess wiggles.
No, Princess. Originally, humans are a race that becomes harder the more you beat them. I just have to beat them until right before they crack.
“The loser grants everything the winner wants for 1 year from now.”
You guys are dead. I will make all of you my bread shuttles.