The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

However, the system is not yet fully developed, and further development requires sufficient experimental data. Kosaka happened to find out about this, and then he told me.

"So you actually want our school to conduct the internal testing? And is the reason why Kousaka knows so much about this because his sister is in charge of providing the story script for the new game?" Mirei understood after a little thought.

Mr. Seamus replied with a smile, "Yes! Actually, it's still in the experimental stage, so to facilitate data collection, the Servants directly use the operator's image. In the development stage, the game company designed it so that the operator could summon various heroes from human history as Servants. Because holographic technology looks like human souls, the Servants at that time could also be called Heroic Spirits."

Kousaka's sister is responsible for designing character storylines for each Heroic Spirit, allowing players to complete corresponding Heroic Spirit story campaigns to unlock the Heroic Spirit's various abilities.

Of course, all of this is still a long way off. The main problem at this stage is still the collection of raw data. (To be continued.)

88. The Essence of Japanese National Industries

"I see, I understand now." Mirei nodded and continued, "Then what about the installation, labor, and costs?"

Such a massive undertaking is clearly unrealistic for Ashford to handle. Milly could imagine the astronomical sum it would cost, and who knows, if she approved the announcement today, a whole bunch of faculty and staff might be yelling "Ashford's doomed!" at her husband tomorrow! But then again, it wasn't the first time they'd done something like this.

"Rest assured, Ren Heitang will handle everything." Mr. Ximo said with certainty, "Please rest assured on this point, Chairman. In fact, the president of Ren Heitang is quite troubled in order to obtain data while preventing the leakage of technical intelligence. After all, few competitors would pay attention to a school in the 11th district."

In reality, all of this is complete nonsense. Ximo himself is well aware that Renheitang has never developed any new game technology, nor has he ever worried about any intelligence leaks or vicious business competition.

The so-called Renheidang Company was acquired six years ago by Kyosuke Kosaka, a brother obsessed with his sister, and his henchmen. Backed by the world's most powerful terrorist organization, Renheidang isn't afraid of the IRS (National Tax Agency—a force far superior to the police and military in Japan), so why would they fear commercial leaks?

As for Kirino's novels and games, well, having an older brother who's a major shareholder certainly makes everything go smoothly.

As for why Amalgam, led by a die-hard sister-complex, would acquire Nintendo, well, we're all otaku, we're all otaku with special fantasies about girls, so we can understand why they would want to customize some special games for themselves, such as "Final Train - Void Chaser".

In this process, the acquisition of a small company starting with "i" by Ren Heitang is not a particularly noteworthy event.

"We are doing this to protect Japan's national industries, to preserve the essence of Japan's cultural industries from the ravages of Brittany!" Mr. Simon remembered that one day, the perverted sister-complex Leonard brought up old grievances at a meeting, mentioning that the sister-complex Kosaka had embezzled public funds. The sister-complex was making righteous and sophistical arguments, and the background at the time was that countless veteran otaku cheered loudly in the back of the sister-complex.

As for how many people misappropriated organization funds to develop eroge (adult games), and how much kickbacks and benefits Katsuragi Keima, the game development consultant, received, that's truly... As Buddha said: It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken.

I've heard... Japan's paper industry has been quite profitable in recent years. If I were to blow up the biggest ones, would my siscon (brother complex) come after me?

Mr. Seamus, who had fully utilized the concept of interconnectedness and exerted his subjective initiative, stroked his chin and drifted off into his own little world of "intimidation—threats—get rich—and then again!"

This sent a chill down the spine of Miss Chidori, who was secretly observing him: What kind of nonsense is this idiot thinking now?

"So, in exchange for free equipment and technology, is this equivalent to hush money?" Mr. Simon, who was lost in thought, was pulled back to reality by President Mireille's words.

Seeing that the other party had already figured it out, Ximo nodded: "Yes. So if possible, you will need to sign a confidentiality agreement with the other party to ensure that relevant technical information is not leaked during the system testing period. And publicly, it should be stated that Ashford Academy commissioned Ren Heitang to provide technical support in order to develop a new model of fun teaching."

As he spoke, Mr. Simon took out another thick stack of papers from the folder.

Seeing that Ximo seemed to have even prepared a contract, Miss Chidori couldn't sit still any longer. She hurriedly called a halt to both parties: "Wait!"

"Huh? Chidori, is there a problem?" Simo asked curiously.

"Um..." Although she interrupted Simo and Mirei's conversation, Chidori Kaname hadn't organized her thoughts properly in her haste and could only awkwardly and incoherently stall for time.

Damn it, how can I stop him? The stammering Chidori frantically and anxiously tried to think of a way to ensure her peaceful and wonderful after-school life in the future.

How did things turn out this way? Shouldn't students in a regular high school be buried in their studies all day? Why are so many bizarre things happening on the very first day here in Ashford?

Schools and game developers teaming up to develop games? Is that really a good idea?

"Oh right, that's it!" Seizing a fleeting inspiration, Chidori asked under the questioning gazes of Simo and Mirei, "Although it's linked to grades, is it really okay to develop games in schools? I mean, what about the students' parents, teachers, and the education department..."

Chidori's words were cut short as he saw Mirei, who had been sitting upright, stand up and look at him with a pitying and sorrowful gaze.

That look? Is it pity? Why should I have your pity? Hey! I'm not some bookworm who only knows how to study! Take that look away! Hey!

"Chidori, what do you think education is?" Mirei turned around and asked, looking at the setting sun outside the window.

ha?

Chidori instinctively felt that the other person was putting on airs and was likely to say something surprising, because she had seen similar tactics in far too many novels, movies, and television shows.

"President, what do you think it is?" Chidori gently deflected the question.

Although she addressed him as "sir" and used honorifics, Miss Chidori knew very well that her address contained absolutely no respect whatsoever.

According to her true feelings:

If it weren't for concerns about her image in front of Shimo, Chidori might have done more than just internal monologue. Of course, if Ms. Chidori, who prides herself on being a woman of action, were to actually do something, Mr. Shimo, who had seen her intelligence, wouldn't be surprised at all.

However, for some reason, Chidori now just stares impatiently at Mirei's back with dead fish eyes, quietly waiting for her to put on airs, and indicating that she wouldn't be surprised no matter what bizarre remarks she heard.

Mirei, with her back to Chidori, clearly didn't see what was happening behind her: "The world is changing!"

Hai?! What are you talking about, President?! (To be continued.)

89. On the clinical manifestations of three views in late-stage cervical cancer.

Is the world changing?

Mr. Simo, who was at the forefront of the change, strongly agreed with this.

Although he is a Muslim, although many people misunderstand him as an anti-technology conservative, and although he does not eat pork, he has seen "pigs run"!

Of course, this pig is not that pig. This pig's real name is Kousaka Kyosuke, and Mr. Seimo honors him with the title "Dead Sister Complex"!

As we all know, many technological inventions originated in the military industry, such as a certain clean energy source used in medical and civilian electricity that won't fall into Israel's lap.

As a world-leading breeding ground for terrorism, amalgam undoubtedly represents the development direction of advanced military industry and the advancement of advanced productive forces.

Although some technologies, or rather most of the technologies related to amalgam, were originally developed for purposes unrelated to military applications.

However, this does not diminish the remarkable contributions that amalgam has made to the development of world science and technology, or the enormous achievements it has made in opposing Britannian imperialism and global unification.

So when Mireille Ashford said, "The world is changing," Mr. Seamus, who was habitually distracted, thought he was back in the secret meeting room of the amalgam, and immediately sat up straight and raised his hands.

No, no, it's not surrender. How could Mr. Seamus surrender to anyone?

Of course, it's not about raising your hand and shouting "Banzai!", but about clapping.

As everyone knows, under the tutelage of Kosaka, a siscon, and Leonard, a pervert, amalgam places great emphasis on formalism and bureaucracy.

Although Mr. Seamus is inherently rebellious and usually speaks with an air of superiority, even he will show due respect to others.

For example, Mr. Natsume (1000 yen) and Mr. Yukichi (

Similarly, although Mr. Seamus had no fondness for the curly-haired emperor of Brittany, he would still go to great lengths to collect his half-length portraits.

Although Mr. Seamus wasn't their fan, what could he do when all those heads were printed on that little red and green piece of paper?

Mr. Simon wouldn't turn down money, especially when he gets a Yuji for every clap of applause.

Mr. Nashmer, of course, had to clap enthusiastically! By the way, the Yu Ji has depreciated significantly recently, so remember to replace it with Curly-haired Emperor later.

So if Ms. Chidori hadn't noticed something was wrong and stomped on his foot, Mr. Simon would have actually applauded.

"Hey! Idiot, what are you doing!" Chidori asked in a low, annoyed voice, referring to Simo who had almost ruined her chances.

"Hehe? A conditioned reflex, a conditioned reflex!" Simo scratched his head sheepishly, and was genuinely grateful to Miss Chidori for saving him from working for free—Mr. Simo would never do something for free!

Mirei, with her back to Simo and Chidori, was clearly still oblivious to what was being said behind her, continuing to speak to herself: "Our 'great' Emperor once said: 'Man is born unequal. The fast runner, the beautiful, the intelligent, the poor, the sick. Everyone's birth, upbringing, and talents are different. Man exists to be looked down upon, so people fight and compete with each other, thus creating the cycle of old and new.'"

Those who are useless and have no place in the game are discarded. God has no interest in the weak. Inequality is not evil; equality is evil.

What about the EU, which loudly proclaims equality? It has only implemented a policy of manipulating the masses based on popularity. And what about the Chinese Federation, which claims to equalize wealth? It has only created a bunch of degenerate bloodsucking leeches.

Struggle, competition, plunder, acquisition, and domination—I call this behavior evolution. The logic is simple: the survival of the fittest is an immutable law of nature. The stronger one is, the more comfortable one lives in this world. The weaker one is, the more one can only live like a dog, and even in death, one may not receive any attention from others.

The real world is cruel; the rich live better than the poor, and the capable are paid more than the incompetent. Isn't this God's way of spurring us onward? And the world will change as Brittany moves forward!

I've asked myself countless nights: Do I really believe what His Majesty the Emperor says? Is this kind of world, this cruel world, really right? Is it really reasonable?

Actually, I already had the answer in my heart, but the reality is this: Brittany, a country where the strong prey on the weak, is constantly using force and successfully conquering one country after another.

Therefore, even if I alone do not believe it, I cannot stop others from not believing it, especially in a country where all its citizens are becoming increasingly restless as it continues to expand outwards.

Even though this pace of expansion has slowed somewhat in the last five years, it cannot change the Bretons' need for war! Because it brings military merit, titles, and wealth; the spoils of past wars have convinced all Bretons that they are invincible, the chosen ones of the world. Even if small groups of troublemakers occasionally emerge in various colonies and across the world, they cannot prevent the Bretons from achieving the ultimate unification of the world.

Hearing this, Mr. Seamus pursed his lips uncomfortably, rolled his eyes, and thought to himself, if it weren't for Kosaka's sister complex and Leonard's perverted behavior of being busy playing house with their respective sisters, do you think Brittany could have really conquered so many places?

Of course, there was no point in arguing with a mere student council president, since it wasn't really "arguing," so Mr. Simon let Mirei continue: "This is our world. Her future is changing amidst Brittany's constant external wars."

According to His Majesty the Emperor's theory, anyone who does not contribute to Brittany's "transformation" of the world is worthless and unworthy of living.

But I don't think so. I know a brother and sister. The brother, though physically weak and unable to kill even a goose, is doing everything in his power to protect his disabled sister in this chaotic world. The sister, though blind and paralyzed, lives on with unwavering strength. I think they deserve to live more than most Bretons, because they understand the preciousness of life and the meaning of ordinary living.

While I cannot change my surroundings or the country of Brittany, I can at least change Ashford School. Even if its students lose their way in the corrupting influence of society after graduation, I hope that in these precious three years, they can forget war, forget titles, forget the riches and honors that require taking lives, and learn the true meaning of life. I hope they can truly live like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, carefree, instead of like students in the paramilitary schools of our country, constantly preparing for the next step of going to the battlefield.

Human education has never existed for the purpose of killing, not even in this era and country we live in today! (To be continued.)

90. I still don't know the name of the "girl" I thought of that day.

"Change?" Simo said wistfully as he walked out of the student council building.

A long time passed, and it was now completely dark. He talked with Chidori and Mirei for a long time, and they discussed many things.

From the test that summoned war for Class F, to the future development of the school, and then to how to leave students with enough fulfilling three years of memories.

There are many, and they are also fragmented.

It's clear that Millie's ideas are fragmented and haven't formed a complete, organized system. But even so, she acted on them, following her own ideas, even if some adults considered them immature.

He took action for his goal, which Mr. Seamus considered somewhat naive!

In Mr. Seamus's view, even now, he felt that Mireille Ashford had only created a utopia called "Ashford Academy"—perhaps for the next three years, the students could forget the troubles of the outside world, forget the pressures, the pressures that distorted the whole society because of the selfishness of the emperor and the nobles.

But three years later, everything will return to its proper course, just like noon will eventually come for a death row inmate!

This reminded Simo of his own recent experience, and he found it particularly amusing—a self-mockery. As for Mireille, this woman of action, Simo felt only respect.

These three years may be a once-in-a-lifetime memory for some, but not everyone can think that way, because that's reality.

But Millie did it anyway, even though she encountered opposition from all sides during the process, and even though the arrival of the Japanese disrupted her original plans and caused new contradictions and conflicts.

But Mirei continued to work towards her goal, changing her surroundings little by little.

Now Simo and Chidori are convinced that someone like her wouldn't be thinking of intimidating the Japanese students on the first day of school. Because she loves this school, loves this unfinished utopia she has been building.

Simo didn't know, and never thought about, these things. Because he always lived for himself, even though he lived without purpose, without meaning, and without understanding why he was living.

Money? Enjoyment?

Perhaps I'm just chasing after that state, that state where I don't have to stop thinking. Because once I stop, I'll find that my empty self is just a warm, walking corpse.

However, corpses do not think, and it was through thinking that Simo discovered he was living a life like a walking corpse.

Simo hated living without any goals, simply because he was alive. He hated that empty self.