Chapter 2: The Chancellor is an Embezzler, the Student Council President is a Smuggler, and I'm a Top-Tier Floor-Humping Artist
The Chancellor is an Embezzler, the Student Council President is a Smuggler, and I'm a Top-Tier Floor-Humping Artist
This is Sanctuary City 【Plutoid】.
The last city built by humanity when they faced extinction a thousand years ago.
Now, only the symbolism of being humanity's final refuge remains.
The title "Sanctuary" has become nothing more than a hollow label.
The only sights worth seeing are the coastline and observation decks.
Though an ordinary city, it boasts a surprisingly large population worldwide.
Because it's become a symbol of mundanity—a gathering place for those who failed to become 【Magicians】.
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp—!!
This is a sunlit living room filled with warm sunlight.
The sound of birds singing...
"Get out of the house right now, Master."
"Huh...?"
Along with the voice of an android kicking her owner out.
"Wait... I was just about to enjoy a nice morning session—what the hell are you talking about?!"
A spiky-haired blond man looked at her incredulously.
"Please refrain from vocalizing such unwanted information."
A girl with a black bob cut and glowing red eyes.
Her pale skin and expressionless face gave her a doll-like appearance, dressed in a classic black-and-white maid outfit.
Her name was May.
The household android of this home.
"The house is under my name now."
Swish.
May held out a document stamped with her personal seal.
"What?! How the hell did an android even get a seal?!"
"None of your business. If you're going to school today, I'll let the eviction slide. Now get out. Master."
Her contradictory statement—evicting him while allowing him to stay—left the man dumbfounded.
"Hey...!! Are you seriously pissed because I said your arm vibrates like an onahole when I—"
The man pointed at the android's mechanical arm, but before he could finish...
BAM—!!!
He was thrown out.
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Thud...!!!
"J-Just give me a little more time..."
"You fucking parasite."
Even in a city symbolizing mundanity, trash still exists.
"Please... just today..."
"If you don't have money, go make some! Don't make me say it twice—!!"
This was a university on the outskirts of Plutoid.
Its name: Terra University.
In the back of a fourth-floor lecture hall, a spiky-haired blond delinquent was cornering a meek-looking man, extorting him.
"I-I'm sorry... I'll definitely pay you back by next week..."
"Damn brat."
Swish.
The delinquent raised his right hand, ready to slap the man across the face.
Screeeech.
"That's enough."
At that moment, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed through the classroom.
"Who the hell dares interrupt my sacred extortion—"
The delinquent turned around with a disgusted look...
"It's break time. Save the unnecessary chatter for after school."
A massive, muscle-bound man who looked like he belonged in the athletics department stood there.
""C-Class President—!!!""
Everyone in the room shouted his title in unison.
A mix of awe and fear.
No one dared point out that he was the one interrupting break time with his own nonsense.
"It's Student Council President. Seriously... even after a year, everyone still calls me Class President."
The president adjusted his glasses awkwardly.
"Class Prez, you know this bastard hasn't paid back my 1.2 million stars (about 1.2 million won) for seven years—!!"
The delinquent's shout made the cowering man shrink further.
"Hahaha... My investment spectacularly failed... It's basically a natural disaster. Since I didn't get disaster insurance, how about letting it slide?"
"Like hell—!!!"
Wham—!!
The delinquent roared, grabbing the man by the collar.
"If you don't bring the money by next week, I'm using all your damn novels as toilet paper."
"Eeeek...!!"
The man recoiled in horror at the threat.
"The paper quality's pretty good too~! Over 300 pages means a whole week's worth of economical use~!"
"Please...!! Not my books—!!!"
As the man begged tearfully, everyone in the class thought the same thing:
("Wouldn't it be better to just give him the books?"")
Bzzzzzt—!!
"Class President—!!!"
At that moment, a male professor burst into the classroom.
"It's Student Council President. More importantly, didn't I order you to hurry up and bring my protein? 【Trainer】."
The president replied with clear irritation.
"I'm your 【Major Professor】, you little shit... Forget the protein—you were involved in smuggling illegal supplements last night, weren't you?"
("Still talking about protein, though.")
Everyone in the room facepalmed internally.
"Huh... No way...! I even wore a mask...!!"
The president turned away, flustered.
"Kehahahahaha—!! What did I tell you? Should've just made a reservation on a weekday night!"
The delinquent pointed at him, laughing hysterically.
"Grr... Damn leg day...!!"
The president gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Professor~! Can I invest in your account? Already transferred the money, by the way~!"
Beep.
The man who had been extorted earlier casually changed the TV channel with a remote.
"God... I'm so proud of you little shits... I can't even imagine how terrifying you'll be once you're unleashed on society..."
The professor watched his soon-to-graduate students with tears of blood in his eyes.
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Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
Time passed, and school ended.
"Honestly surprised you showed up today. First time in a month, right?"
A blond boy in a loose black hoodie asked as they walked down the street.
He was the same guy who had been extorted earlier—Row.
The delinquent's longtime friend.
Incidentally, his hobby was using his feminine looks to scam men out of their money.
And then losing it all in investments.
"May kicked me out today."
The delinquent scowled.
"Oho~? May rarely gets mad. What'd you do?"
"Asked her for fap recommendations, and she threw me out..."
"Pfft—HAHAHAHAHA!! What kind of request is that for a household android?!"
Row clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.
"She's been fine with it since the day I picked her up! Why today?!"
"You're the insane one for even asking her that~!"
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Oh, he's out!"
Row pointed at the president walking out of the police station.
"............."
"Why the long face? It's not your first time getting caught."
The delinquent patted the president's slumped shoulders.
"Well... We're graduating next month."
"..........!"
"Yep~!"
Their reactions were polar opposites.
The delinquent looked shocked.
Row, unsurprised.
"Thinking this daily life is ending soon... makes me kinda sad."
"Sad? You already have a job lined up."
Swish.
The delinquent turned away quietly.
Terra University was the top school for problem children.
Yet, most students leveraged their hidden talents to achieve a 100% employment rate.
No student denied that this was all thanks to the chancellor's philosophy.
"A student's potential and talent don't reveal themselves—they must be discovered and nurtured. That is a professor's duty. As chancellor, my mission is to provide the environment and foundation for professors to help each student bloom."
The chancellor who spouted such legendary words was currently in prison.
For embezzling three years' worth of school funds to simp for a virtual idol.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
"Prez got into 'Bedriar Industry,' Row's a teacher at 'Raynus Elementary'..."
Only the delinquent had nothing settled.
"You're crazy good at making 【Magic Soldier Gear】. You could get hired anywhere."
The delinquent sighed at Row's words.
"Ha... I don't even know what I want to do."
Clack.
Entering the dining district, the delinquent stopped.
"Home sweet home. See ya."
Swish.
He waved at Row and the president.
"Coming tomorrow?"
Row's question earned a wry smile.
"If you bring the money."
"Let me know if you change your mind about work. I'll help."
The president gave a small smile.
"Dunno. Stop worrying and scram."
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Creeeak.
A dark living room.
The delinquent stepped inside.
"She's out shopping."
Plop.
He flopped onto the couch without turning on the lights, lost in thought.
"Future... career... job..."
He muttered the words filling his mind unconsciously.
"Even if I had the chance... I'm too much of a dumbass to choose."
Beep.
At that moment, his elbow accidentally pressed the TV remote.
Fzzzt.
"At approximately 6:50 AM this morning, a Class 2 'Disaster' appeared in S-2 District."
"............!"
"Fortunately, Magicians arrived in time to prevent casualties, and the injured were swiftly evacuated..."
Magicians.
Those who wield magic to exterminate the monsters called 'Disasters' threatening the world.
A thousand years ago, it was Magicians who saved the world from annihilation.
"Those damn bitches..."
The delinquent glared at the women on screen, teeth clenched.
"Whatever. No point getting mad."
Beep.
His hatred was fleeting as he switched channels.
Creeeak.
"Stop jerking off on the couch, Master."
Before he could sink deeper into thought, May entered the living room.
"Like I would."
Swish. Swish.
The delinquent wiped his crotch with tissues and stood up indignantly.
"How was school today?"
"Worst."
"Good. Seeing you happy ruins my appetite."
"Damn, you're vicious..."
He stared at May, who delivered her insults without blinking.
("Still... hard to hate her, though.")
The delinquent knew.
May had kicked him out this morning so he'd spend time with friends at school—her twisted way of caring.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
May casually grabbed a battery from the fridge and started chewing.
"Dinner?"
"Figure it out yourself."
"Hey... You're a household android..."
"Aren't you too old to be spoon-fed? Crunch. Crunch."
"Fine..."
Screech.
The delinquent pulled out a chair and sat.
"By the way, our neighbor became a Magician. Ever thought about becoming one? Crunch. Crunch."
"Are you stupid?"
The delinquent recoiled in disgust.
Because Magicians were effectively women-only.
For unknown reasons, since magic appeared a thousand years ago, only women could manifest and wield it.
"It's a joke. If you don't get a job, my power supply will be affected. Just a reminder."
"Ugh. Some household android you are."
Plop.
The delinquent rested his chin on the table, lost in thought.
("Right... Who knows what the future holds...")
He pondered.
Hanging out with friends at school like always.
Shooting the breeze with May like always.
None of it would last forever.
It would end someday.
But until then, enjoying it wasn't so bad.
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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR—!!!
But the end came at an unexpected time.