Unlimited Ambition

"You?!" Kyoko's face was filled with surprise and doubt. She was about to draw her sword again when I stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

At that moment, the distance between me and Kyoko was less than a centimeter. Kyoko felt her heart racing, and a sensation she had never experienced before shot from her lower body straight to her brain. Her body went limp, and she could barely stand.

I quickly helped her up, then asked, "Can we talk now?"

Kyoko nodded reluctantly.

Half an hour later, Kyoko and I sat side by side on the rooftop, enjoying the breeze.

"So, you're one of the students at Birlie's Magic Academy. Your purpose here is to hunt Megalo, earn credits, and hone your skills. Is that correct?"

Kyoko nodded. "Indeed, that's true." Then she asked in return, "So, what about your identity?"

"Me..." I chuckled softly, "I'm someone who craves power."

"Someone who craves power?" Kyoko asked, slightly puzzled.

“That’s right.” I nodded. “My identity is at least a secret. Besides, even if I told you, you probably wouldn’t believe me. Just remember that we share common interests, and that’s enough.”

"What common interests?"

“I need an agent,” I said. “Time is too precious for me, so some of the usual ways to increase power are not enough. So I’m looking for a different way, a faster and easier way to increase power.”

"Does such a convenient thing still exist in this world?"

I nodded, then uttered two words: "Blood Sacrifice".

"Blood sacrifice?!" Kyoko quickly recalled the books she had read on the subject: "You're a vampire?!"

"That's about it." I nodded.

"You possess a blood sacrifice method that has been lost for so many years, a medieval and rare technique?!" Kyoko suddenly became very excited.

“That’s right.” I nodded again.

"But why don't you do it yourself?" Kyoko asked, puzzled.

"Because of my identity. Blood sacrifice is a major operation. There are too many people in this world who fear me. If they knew I was still alive, they would definitely attack me. But my current strength is insufficient to deal with them. Therefore, I need a proxy to act on my behalf."

"So you chose me? Why?"

“Because you’re one of Billie’s people, and Billie usually doesn’t care about the lives of ordinary people.” I rolled my eyes. “Otherwise, it’s just a coincidence. I came to this school to work and make a living by chance, and I met you by chance. And that’s how it is.”

Kyoko then asked, "So, what's in it for me?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, these young people nowadays... How about a 30/70 split of the power you receive? I get 70% and you get 30%."

"No way! It's a 50/50 split!"

"Fourty six!"

"Sold!"

"Very good, excellent. This is the attitude you need to accomplish great things. Come closer, and I'll tell you what we should do next..."

Chapter Eleven: Waiting and such

And so, my life gradually settled down. In the daily routine of going to and from school, between home and school, I felt the sense of security and comfort that "ordinary" life brought me. This was something I had never felt in the previous 4.6 billion years of war and conquest.

That's about right, I guess that's what we call everyday life.

Thanks to the economic benefits brought by my job, the Shinonome Research Institute is doing much better these days. And since I've taken over the finances, we no longer need government assistance. In other words, Nana's control over the finances has completely shifted. Of course, Nana is completely unaware of this. She simply feels that the household expenses are much easier, and she no longer needs to meticulously calculate and save on every penny each month.

However, the little brat was very unhappy. The reason was that although her finances were much better, she had less money to buy snacks. The reason, of course, stemmed from my revenge.

Actually, I didn't mean to hold a grudge against her. It's just that this cat-eared, cat-tailed outfit, while quite amusing at first glance, gets tiresome after a while. Besides, my less-than-friendly rivals and business partners often make fun of it, which makes me quite embarrassed.

So, I came up with an idea: to use economic sanctions to force that brat to comply and get her to help me get these two parts.

However, I seemed to have a problem with the brat's insistence on his own aesthetic sense. Three days passed, and the brat, living without snacks every day, was practically turning into a walking corpse. Yet he still stubbornly refused to compromise. Finally, Nana couldn't bear it any longer and pleaded with me. I had no choice but to give in.

Watching the little brat tear open the puffed snack bag like a starving ghost and then stuff the contents into his mouth, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Seriously, this kid's got a real sweet tooth. What's so good about snacks anyway? They're got no nutrition, are high in fat, and are completely harmless to the body.

But come to think of it, this little brat eats so much, yet he hasn't gained any weight. Probably because he's still growing.

And so, the brat resumed her blissful life of eating and waiting to die. However, having returned to my human form, my fighting power has skyrocketed, and she's no longer able to torment me. Therefore, Nana's burden has increased once again. Often left in a mess by her modifications, Nana, in her misery, would complain to me.

However, when I jokingly said I was going to teach her a lesson, Mingnai wouldn't allow it. She acted like a mother animal protecting her cubs. Whenever I saw this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, thinking, "A little girl created a mother for herself... what kind of situation is this?"

However, when the night was deep and quiet, after I had confirmed several times that Nana and that brat were really asleep, I would get up again, get dressed, and go out. After a few leaps, I would arrive at the school rooftop to meet Kyoko.

Under the cover of night, the girl was still wearing her school uniform, with a cape draped over her back. She barely resembled a soldier.

This guy seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he looked a little impatient. When he saw me coming, his face lit up at first, but then he pretended to be angry: "What are you doing?! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

But that tone of voice, and those actions... our relationship isn't that close yet, is it? Childhood friend.

I rolled my eyes: "There's no other way. We have to wait until Nana and that brat are fast asleep before we can act—by the way, did you really wait that long?"

"Well, it hasn't been that long..." Kyoko said softly, her face flushed.

……

Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. I rubbed my forehead, feeling like my migraine symptoms were coming back.

"So, how were the results today?" I asked.

"...Besides that, can't you say anything else to me? For example, 'Ah, Kyoko, you look especially beautiful today.' or 'Ah, Kyoko, you are exceptionally charming in the moonlight'—can't you say something like that to me?"

"..." My headache worsened. I covered my head and squatted down.

"What...?" Kyoko pouted. "Sixteen."

“I see,” I said, standing up abruptly. “Not bad, a great harvest. Did you arrange the corpses in the correct shape and draw the magic circle with the blood, just as I taught you?”

"How dare you say that? Asking girls to do such disgusting work..." Kyoko seemed quite dismissive.

"This was originally agreed upon, it's your job, okay?" I rolled my eyes and said.

"Honestly, you should try to coax people once in a while... Wright, you big idiot."

"...If you're going to whisper, you have to make sure no one can hear you. Aren't you speaking too loudly?"

To be honest, I've only known this guy for less than three days. That's all, that's all!!!

What's wrong with this bastard? He's got his eye on me?! Although I'm arguably on par with handsome men like Pan An and Song Yu, with my mysterious identity, immense power, elegant manners, and eloquent words, it's no wonder a naive girl like Kyoko would be attracted to me… cough, let's change the subject.

"Shall we change the subject? How about we split the increased power from blood sacrifices 50/50?"

"Cough—never mind." I couldn't catch my breath and almost fainted. What's wrong with all the girls lately? They're all so strange.

After she finished speaking, I was afraid she would say something else that would infuriate me. So I simply took the blood crystal she handed me. Then I used my own magic to dissolve it into pure magic, channeled it into myself, and transferred 35% of it into Kyoko's body.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away in a bar, a corpse lying in the road and a magic circle drawn in blood flickered with an eerie red light before disappearing...

It feels really good, this dark, violent magic. It reminds me of those years in hell, the wanton slaughter, killing every enemy without exception. Their heads were chopped off and piled up into mounds. All those who opposed me were crushed, made to suffer every imaginable torment before they died.

Come to think of it, this is a pretty good life...

I chuckled to myself. At the same time, I didn't notice Kyoko's infatuated expression after witnessing my outburst.

"This man, this demon..." Kyoko couldn't help but reach out and touch her genitals...

However, I quickly regained my composure. I coughed lightly a few times, then shook my head and smiled at Kyoko: "Well then, goodbye. Oh, by the way, I have something to do on Saturday and can't come, so you should dress modestly and don't need to go to work."

"What?!" Kyoko asked, slightly puzzled. "Do you want to rest?"

"No, it's not about resting, it's about something else."

"What? I rarely have free time on the weekend, and I wanted to go out with you..."

"Sorry, let's do it another day—and remember this well: don't work on the day I'm not here."

"I know, I know, you coward..." Kyoko rolled her eyes. Then she disappeared in a few leaps.

Tch, girls these days are something else. I rolled my eyes, then tried using dimensional jump again, only to find that the ability had been restored. That's great, I'm fed up with walking on my own two feet.

After snapping my fingers, I returned to the Shinonome Research Institute. Then I covered myself with the blanket and went to sleep.

We're going on a picnic tomorrow.

Speaking of which, that girl who looks a lot like Mikoto is really cute... even though she's a bit silly.

At seven o'clock in the morning, I got up on time, ate breakfast, said hello to Nana, and then went out with the bento box she had prepared for me.

Now, some might ask, wasn't the meeting time 5:00 AM as mentioned that day? You overslept by two hours, then leisurely ate breakfast, and even had to tease the timid Nana in the meantime. That probably took forty-five minutes. Walking to school would take another fifteen minutes—that makes you three hours late, damn it! Three hours! Those three girls must have been impatient by now, swearing and walking away, right?

Under normal circumstances, that would indeed be true. Making a lovely girl wait is indeed a crime.

But for those with long, straight black hair...

To be honest, she definitely lied to me—although there was no basis for it, and I didn't verify anything, and the claim of long, straight black hair was just something I said offhand—but I'm sure she definitely lied to me.

It's very simple. Ask a student to get out of bed at 5 a.m. on the weekend?! You try and show me!

Of course, if I did something wrong, it's not a big deal. I already found out where they were camping beforehand. All I have to do is get there, sweat a bit, look exhausted, and then make up some excuse. I'm sure they'll forgive me.

When I arrived at the school gate, I knew I didn't need to waste time and effort thinking of an excuse. Apart from the girl with long, straight black hair standing there looking annoyed, the other two girls weren't there.

"Mizukami-kun." I greeted him with a bright smile, but what I said next almost made the long-haired black-haired girl furious: "You're here so early. You must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

Chapter Twelve: The Strange Tales of the Demon Prince

While waiting for the other two girls for half an hour, I used all my sarcasm to subtly belittle the long, straight black hair to the level of a paramecium. Since I still had the upper hand in this second round, the long, straight black hair had nothing to say. She was just trembling all over, barely managing to hold back from throwing a punch.

Fifteen minutes later, Mio Naganohara appeared.

"Ah, Mai-chan and Light-sensei, I'm sorry, I overslept a little..." Mio said.

"It's nothing, I just arrived too. Right, Mai-chan?"

"...No...mistake..."

"Ah, Mai-chan, you look terrible. Are you angry because I'm late?" Mio said.

Hmm, this child has a good eye.

Fifteen minutes later, the idiot arrived, ignoring the black-haired girl's near-explosive rage, and with her characteristic idiotic, sun-like smile, greeted us: "Hi, Mai-chan, Mio-chan, Light Teacher, Slamapak-i..."

So, how did you learn to speak Indonesian with such a Japanese accent? And why Indonesian? If you want to stand out, you could choose Latin, French, or Spanish. Why Indonesian?

"Well... Yuko, you're too late, aren't you?" Mio said to Yuko while giving her a wink, seeing that the long-haired black girl was about to lose her temper.

"Haha, well, there's nothing I can do about it. I left home very early, but halfway there I wanted to shake my shoes to predict the weather, and they flew onto the roof of the car, and then the car drove away..."