How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

Sirocco took the silver card, and Beren suddenly blurted out, "Is there anything else you want?"

"No, this is enough."

"...Strange guy. You know my background, and all you want is this cheap stuff?"

It's natural that Beren found it strange. If the other party had so much leverage over her, why would their request be so simple?

I thought there would be even more outrageous demands, but surprisingly there weren't any.

"I wouldn't want to if I could, but time is really tight."

"...I don't accept credit either. Let's make this clear first, I'm only selling to you this once, and I don't want any other business with you in the future."

"no problem."

Sirocco replied with a laugh, while Beren crossed her arms in disdain: "You'd better keep your word. If you dare threaten me, I won't let you off easy..."

"Let's add each other on LINE, I'll transfer the remaining 300 RMB to you in a few days."

"...Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't want any further contact."

"Then you don't want it? It's 300 RMB."

If I go into the dungeon, I might not come back here for a long time. Explorers can die at any moment, as you know.

Beren showed a hint of anger. "It's all your fault...! Never mind."

Sirocco and Beren have added each other on LINE.

"Pay it off by next Friday. If you are late, I will charge you 3 rupees in interest per hour."

"Okay. Goodbye, Professor Beren."

“You must call me Teacher Gvina. You are not allowed to call me Beren anymore. My name is Katie Gvina now.”

"I really like this name. Is it okay for you to call me that in private?"

"Not even in private! You're not my boyfriend, and I don't know you well."

Sirocco smiled, waved, and left the infirmary.

"Don't come again."

Beren complained irritably and took a card out of his pocket.

It has a large picture of Shirlock's head and name printed on it; this is his student ID.

Why do you look so颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy,

This bastard who threatened me.

Wait a moment...

"I sold it to him for half price and he even added me on LINE. I think I lost out even more?!"

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Jingle bell bell~

The loud noise of the school bell echoed throughout the campus, and students began to move around, especially in the classrooms of first-year students, who were not only busy with new interpersonal relationships, but also curious about everything on campus.

As Sirocco weaved through the crowd, he touched his body to see what he was missing.

"The student ID is missing, so this is a relatively light price to pay."

If you don't follow the normal procedure in the game, you'll have something randomly stolen from Beren.

Although the process was not smooth, at least I got the props.

Shilock walked to the door of the teachers' office and pretended to admire the scenery.

"Sigh, I still have to pay back the money, tears welling up..."

The thought of still owing her money made Sirocco a little sad; if he could, he would rather others owe him money.

Thinking about all the possibilities, Sirocco waited patiently; all that was left was to hand the items over to the protagonist.

After waiting for a while, a blue-haired youth appeared in Sirocco's field of vision. Accompanying the blue-haired youth was Pris, the F-class homeroom teacher, who looked exhausted.

That's him.

Seeing the character he had spent so much time with, Sirocco felt a surge of emotion.

The blue-haired youth is the protagonist—Kas Benor.

3. A sharp commentary on a former childhood sweetheart

"Hey, Brid, is he really your childhood friend? It feels so strange."

Time between classes.

The pink-haired girl tries to chat with Brid.

Is her use of "how strange" instead of "how funny" a sign of her gentleness?

Brid thought to herself and replied with a wry smile, "It just so happens that my parents know each other, we're neighbors in the same neighborhood, and the schools are close by, so we went to school together. We used to play together a lot in elementary school, but after graduating from junior high, we didn't keep in touch much. That's all."

"Does he usually act like this? This is the first time I've ever seen a high school student loudly and confidently say he's going to the toilet. I've never seen anyone like that in elementary school."

Brid was embarrassed and her face darkened. She bumped into Sirocco on her way back to the classroom after helping the teacher organize the materials. Not only was he expressionless, but now she heard from her friend that Sirocco had shouted during class that he needed to go to the bathroom...

That's so unlike him.

This doesn't match Brid's memory of her childhood sweetheart.

As she pondered these thoughts, Brid's gaze involuntarily fell upon Corcy's deadly weapon, whose presence could not be diminished by her uniform.

Two plump peaches, their texture must be even softer and more fragrant than marshmallows. Ah... compared to them, mine seems so ordinary.

It's okay. A sword that's too big will affect your swing, cause shoulder pain over time, and distract your center of gravity during high-speed movements...

"Um...? What's wrong? You look scary."

"No, there's nothing there."

How can you look at your friends like that? My swordsmanship still needs more training...

"But you're right, Shiloh isn't usually like this; he's more reserved."

What kind of man acts like this, always so timid and hesitant? Eat more meat and get stronger.

Besides, even though you're at the bottom of the pack, you're still a legitimate explorer!

"Uh, I don't quite understand?"

"Speaks in a low voice, acts indecisively, and is as weak as a bean sprout."

"Haha...no, Brid is really strict, I don't really dare to talk to him. I'm not used to talking to strong people."

what?

Where in his demeanor do you perceive him as domineering?

"...Let's not talk about him for now. The teacher will be handing out the ring charts soon. Corsi, what talent do you think you'll be able to acquire?"

Brid didn't want to talk about Sirocco anymore.

I wanted to distance myself from him, but the topic always came up: what's wrong with him?

Corcy hesitated for a moment: "I hope it's something like [Flight], [Complete Healing], or [Great Magic Power], after all, my ambition is to be a priest."

"Priest, that suits you perfectly. Wait, [flying]? That has nothing to do with priests, does it?"

“I think,” Corcy replied shyly, twirling the end of her pink hair, “it would be really cool to fly.”

“…” Brid looked at her friend speechlessly.

"You can find out your talent by testing it at the Awakening Agency before entering the dungeon, right?"

Good talents can make it much easier for explorers to increase their level, and the increase in level will also affect the effect of talents.

But I don't value that much.

Talent is always secondary. I believe that with enough effort and self-improvement, even a disadvantageous talent can be transformed into the strongest explorer.

The voice came from a third party.

"Ah, Cass."

"Cass, were you eavesdropping the whole time? By the way, what explorers value is the contribution to dungeon exploration, not individual strength, right?"

When Kelsey greeted her, Brid laughed and joked back.

All three were temporary teams drawn by lot during the exam.

"Yes, I agree with you."

The cheerful young man gently wiped away his sweat with a handkerchief; his deep blue hair was impeccably clean.

The reason was that he had just helped the teacher move boxes.

"One, two, three... You can carry all these boxes by yourself?" Corsi was amazed by Cass's stamina.

"Someone helped me. After all, it's a valuable prop. The box is made of special metal and is as heavy as a block of iron."

"Being helpful is a good thing."