Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

"What's happening here!"

"Special treatment student Iruma! Did you make this?!"

The student council will never allow such a heinous act as unilateral, unauthorized fighting.

However, Eiko, who was standing behind Iruma, honestly helped Iruma Masakiyo.

"No, no, no, Lord Iruma did not move or attack at all from beginning to end. It was all Asmodeus's own doing!"

"How can it be?!"

"Yes, yes, we can testify that Iruma didn't make a move from beginning to end!"

The student council was also in a dilemma when faced with everyone's clarification, because this would turn a fight between two parties into a one-sided attack.

The result was that it was still unable to cause any harm to the other party.

This shocked them greatly, as they could hardly believe that this was the strength of a special student.

Without doing anything, without even moving an inch, Asmodeus, the chief, managed to injure himself.

Even now, looking at Iruma's tall and handsome back, the sense of oppression remains undiminished.

While they were hesitating, Iruma took a step forward and easily picked up Asmodeus as if he were a chick.

"What are you doing! Stop it!"

The student council members quickly intervened, warning that if they attacked Asmodeus now, his injuries would be far more severe.

Iruma simply turned his head slightly, and beneath his breathtakingly handsome face lay an endless sense of oppression.

This made the student council members who had initially tried to stop it tremble with fear.

But Iruma simply picked at his ear and asked in a flat tone, "Where is the medical room?"

"Hey?!"

"Why?!!!!"

The demons gasped in disbelief, but their admiration for Iruma only grew stronger.

What is a strong person? This is an absolute strong person.

With absolute invincibility, you can easily resolve the battle and even take care of the enemy.

"In...in"

Even the student council members were somewhat inarticulate, so his companion quickly spoke up:

"It's on the first floor of the school, in the southwest direction. I'll take you there!"

"That's troublesome then~"

Iruma teased with a wicked tone, while hoisting Asmodeus onto his shoulder.

The demons were shocked, and everyone was talking about it.

Seeing their shocked and admiring eyes, Iruma felt an explosive sense of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but smile.

'Tremble! Admire! I will make all demons know in a way far more awe-inspiring than Delchira!'

Opera and Sullivan stood quietly by the window watching the duel below; he could sense this immediately.

Opera couldn't help but ask, "Is Iruma really human? He seems more like a monster. If he trained his body with me..."

"No, no, no, I want my grandson to walk by himself!"

Sullivan stared intently at the field; that back view, that overlapping figure, was just too similar.

It was so similar that even he couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"They're clearly human... yet so powerful...?"

Soon, this most outrageous thing made the headlines on campus news, occupying the largest section so that all the devils could see it.

He recited a forbidden incantation at the opening ceremony and defeated the top-tier, most powerful demon with absolute overwhelming force.

Special student Iruma's heinous acts!!!

Chapter 7 I vow to follow you to the death

Principal's room.

Iruma sat listlessly on the principal's desk. In a place where even demons trembled and behaved themselves, he was as at ease as if he were in his own home.

You have to drink a few sips of the magic tea and listen to Sullivan's incessant chatter beside you.

"Wow, as expected of my grandson, what a great start, Iruma!"

Iruma could only listen helplessly to Sullivan's rambling; he hadn't come here to show off to Sullivan.

Instead, they were waiting, or rather, seeing if Asmodeus would come here and submit to them.

"Click!"

Not long after, the door to the principal's office was slowly pushed open, and a tall figure strode up to Iruma.

The newcomer was Asmodeus. Upon seeing the tall Iruma before him, he immediately knelt on one knee, adopting the posture of a loyal subject.

"I am impressed by you, Lord Iruma. The duel before... could not be called a duel at all!"

But you still took me to the infirmary, for which I, Asmodeus, am extremely grateful!

It is the devil's custom for the loser to become the victor's servant, therefore...

At this point, Asmodeus raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on that imposing figure, and said excitedly:

"I will follow you to the death! Until I rule all of Babylus!"

"Hahahaha!" Seeing Asmodeus's serious expression, Iruma couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Sullivan and Opera behind them were puzzled and eventually just watched the show.

Asmodeus, however, did not understand why the other person was laughing, and could only assume that the other person looked down on him, so he quickly said:

"Lord Iruma! I am absolutely useful, and I will definitely become your sword! Please accept me!"

"Let's go and bring all the new students under our command!"

"No no no~"

Iruma wiped away the tears that had come out of her laughter, then looked at him with a playful expression.

"I like your style, but I'm different from other demons. Don't lump me in with them!"

Faced with this special student named Iruma, Asmodeus felt a surge of loyalty for some reason, a feeling of vowing to follow him to the death.

"you······"

"Just stay by my side~"

Leaving those words behind, Iruma strode away with his hands on his hips, while Asmodeus hurriedly chased after him, afraid of being left behind.

"Wait for me, Lord Iruma!"

next day

Iruma woke up in the enormous bed, because Sullivan noticed that Iruma's body had grown larger, so he continued to enlarge the bed.

This made Iruma feel like he was sleeping in a crib.

He turned his neck, making a cracking sound.

"This is really great! It feels just like turning on creative mode in Minecraft, like having everything under control!"

Iruma didn't find this feeling of being invincible boring; on the contrary, he liked this sense of solitude, a solitude that was unique to him.

"Good morning! My most important grandson, Iruma!"

Before he could get out of bed, Sullivan pushed the door open forcefully and spread his arms in an extremely exaggerated pose.

"I'm Grandpa!"

Good morning, Grandpa!

Iruma didn't find this objectionable; in fact, he found it quite amusing and heartwarming, especially seeing Sullivan with bandages wrapped around every finger.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the other party, Iruma quickly washed up, got dressed, and went to eat breakfast.

Sitting at the dining table, Sullivan began asking questions one after another:

"How did you sleep last night? How are you feeling today? Don't be shy, eat more, after all, you're still growing."

"Of course!"

Looking at the feast on the table that could hardly be called breakfast, Iruma's stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

He ate heartily without any pretense. These strangely shaped foods had no effect on him; the only thing that affected him was the taste and texture.

This made him feel that he truly deserved to be called Opera; any food would be made exceptionally delicious by him.

'My appetite is exactly the same as the original Iruma's~'