Don't force me to use my right fist.

Saya pinched his chin and stated his requirements. In terms of cooking skills, this was the only one he could trust. After all, she was a professional head maid. If her cooking was not up to par, she certainly wouldn't deserve to be called a perfect and elegant woman.

"-sky?"

Lianye didn't ask Zuoyou why he wanted her to do this, nor did she care what his purpose was. In short, it was Zuoyou who proposed it in the name of a favor, and whether she asked or not, it wouldn't change the fact that she had to do it.

If it only lasts for one day, then it's not impossible for her to take a day off.

If I really encounter something I can't refuse, I can get Saya, this strong part-time worker, to help me out.

"Well, to be more precise, it's a daytime event that ends at night, since the academy festival is only one day long."

Saya explained the specific schedule, and as for the rest, he felt that the girl, who was essentially still a maid, would arrange it herself.

"Understood. Then just write down the recipes you've prepared for me later."

As he expected, Yeya simply nodded and agreed to his request, then buried herself in organizing her textbooks. The transfer student was Asashita Fujino. But considering they'd only met once, it didn't seem right to recruit her so easily. Saya hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Saya's location, who hadn't arrived yet, and decided to prepare the signboard girl first.

Tomie Kawakami and Saya are not in the same class. As a girl who got into the academy through connections, she was assigned to the first-year class. To be precise, she should be considered Saya's junior.

Following his memory, he found her class. As soon as Zuoyou stood at the door, he saw the girl surrounded by everyone like a star.

Although it's obvious that Keine helped her suppress those strange, almost curse-like charms, even the remaining traces are enough to make her a success. Fortunately, what Saya wants now is this passivity. The more popular Kawashita Tomie is, the happier he is.

Saya knocked on the door, and his voice rang out in the somewhat noisy classroom, but was quickly drowned out.

However, Tomie's little ears twitched slightly before she turned her gaze to Saya.

"Saya-senpai, I have plenty of time. I'm really surprised you came to see me." She skipped over to Saya's side. Her words revealed a clear admiration for Saya, which almost instantly aroused the hatred of all the boys in the class, drawing it all to Saya.

"Well, there are some things I need your help with, so could we talk somewhere where we're not together? I think there are some things you, like me, don't want others to hear, right?"

Saya ignored the envious stares from the students in Tomie Kawashita's class, who seemed to want to devour him. He glanced expressionlessly at Tomie, the culprit, and then spoke to her in a tone that carried a hint of threat.

"Okay, how could I refuse your request, Saya-senpai? In fact, I just like your assertive side." Tomie covered her mouth and chuckled softly. After explaining to her friends, who were probably her new acquaintances, she followed Saya out to a secluded corner.

"Ugh, those bedbugs swarming around me are such a nuisance, but what can I do when I'm so cute?"

Once out of sight of others, Tomie Kawashita rubbed her hands together, revealing her true nature. Her tone was full of disgust. "You're still as repulsive as ever."

Sōyū narrowed his eyes. This was truly the first time he had ever met a girl with such a terrible personality.

"Even if you're disgusting, other people like you. Besides, I haven't done anything else that would affect my classmates. On the contrary, since you came to me, Saya-senpai, you must need my help with something, right?"

Kawashita Tomie didn't take Saya's words to heart. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and looked into Saya's eyes as she spoke.

Chapter 530 It's you, kid!

"Yes, and you have no reason to refuse."

Sawa didn't mince words with this guy who was either human or a monster, stating his position directly and clearly.

"Considering you haven't harmed anyone yet, I won't lay a hand on you, nor will I care what cliques you form at school, as long as you don't engage in any cult worship or cause people to contemplate suicide because of you, I won't interfere." whl

Saya pointed in the direction of Tomie's admirers and shook his head.

"However, that doesn't mean I can't do anything about you. It's Teacher Huiyin's arrangement to let you continue living in this school, and what I'm going to do tomorrow is also for Teacher Huiyin."

"In other words, both logically and emotionally, you should help me with this." whl

Sōyū leaned against the wall in the corner, his words carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"But Senior Sawa, you're clearly using a fallacy of semantics, aren't you? My debt to Teacher Keine is my own business, but helping you doesn't necessarily mean I'm helping Teacher Keine, right?"

Kawashita Tomie, true to her reputation as a cunning womanizer, quickly spotted the flaw in Saya's words, shook her head, and was about to refuse.

"Well, that means if you're really weird and have such a high IQ, then you're going to be in a lot of trouble."

Sōyu scratched the back of his head in annoyance, but somehow he found himself putting a rather strange pumpkin head on his own head.

"However, I think you still need to thank me properly. At the very least, you should understand that it was because I let you off the hook that you were able to continue living your current life."

Blue flames emanated from Saya's pumpkin-headed eyes, flames powerful enough to incinerate the soul. Kawashita Tomie, who had never known fear, suddenly felt a sense of dread. It wasn't physical; she simply felt that if Saya truly intended to use those eyes against her, she would truly die.

So, this girl, who wasn't as naive as most girls, quickly gave in and decisively yielded.

"I understand, Senior Saya. You have the bigger fist, so you can do whatever you want. I can only be the one who gets bullied."

Shrugging, Tomie Kawashita decisively chose to help Saya over risking her own life.

"I didn't ask you to do anything immoral, although you don't dislike these things yourself. All I need your help with is to come and act as a signboard and waiter for me during the school festival tomorrow."

Zuoyou rolled his eyes at her. Even if she gave in, she would still be sarcastic and sarcastic. He could still tell what she was saying.

But Sawa didn't care about any of that. Instead, he told her directly what he needed her to do before taking off the pumpkin head he had just used to scare her and waiting for her reply.

"That's all?" Gloves. So, it really is that simple?

"Well, you have a good image and are attractive. Most importantly, I don't know you well, so I don't feel guilty asking you to do things."

Sōyu nodded. He had never said it would be difficult; she was the one who was about to refuse without even asking.

"If that's all, then it is indeed a fairly simple matter. I'm just a little curious, why would someone as powerful as you still care about something like this?"

Tomie couldn't understand it. With the strength Saya had demonstrated, he could easily have taken over the entire school, so why did he care about some messy school festival?

Furthermore, if it's because of Keine, to be honest, the pressure that teacher exerted on her was not as great as that of Saiyu. In other words, Saiyu was not weaker than that monster teacher.

This is even stranger. The law of the jungle is the truth of this world, so how can the strong bow down to the weak?

"Hmm? Don't the strong need daily life? Isn't power something you use to make your life better and to protect your daily routine?"

Zuo You tilted his head in confusion. What did his doing have to do with how powerful he was?

"Perhaps my worldview and philosophy of life are different, and I don't have much to say about that. But in my view, I'm here to enjoy life, not to control it."

Regardless of whether Tomie could understand him or not, Sawa finished speaking and didn't dwell on the topic for long.

"So, the thing I asked you to do tomorrow should be fine, right? I don't want you to suddenly mess things up."

Before leaving, Sōyū gave the enigmatic girl one last piece of advice, speaking very seriously.

"Alright, do I look like I have any room to refuse? You were saying such nice things just now, but why are you targeting me? Aren't you just using force to bully me?"

Tomie gave a perfunctory reply to Saya's retreating figure, though her tone still carried a hint of sarcasm, but as long as Saya agreed, that was enough.

"Who told you not to be my friend? It's precisely because of your double standards that humans are called humans."

Muttering to himself, Sawa intended to go straight back to his class, but suddenly noticed something unusual not far away, which made him stop in his tracks.

Those were eyes filled with resentment and disbelief, a look of astonishment. Although the other person had concealed it well, Sawa's observational skills were far superior to his own.

The source of the strange gaze was easily found by Sōyū, who saw a seaweed-haired boy with a bandage wrapped around his head.

Now that he could see who it was, Sayu understood why the man was looking at him like that. He would have hated it too if he were in Sayu's shoes.

But soon, after a simple lip reading, Saya deduced that the guy was muttering to himself, "Why did this guy survive Hell Correspondence?", and his expression became somewhat subtle.

He had been wondering who harbored such a deep grudge against him that they would use something like Hell Communication to plot against him. He had initially blamed the Church of Truth for it.

So it turns out that the guy who wanted to send himself to hell was you?

Chapter 531 Why Are You Still Alive?

Shinji Matou probably never expected that he, who had only come back to pack his things and was supposed to obey the head of the family's orders and had dropped out of this school, would actually encounter this guy who should have been sent to hell again.

What he didn't expect was that Sōyū's senses were so sharp that he even knew a little bit about lip reading.

Completely unaware that he had already revealed his secret, he was still holding his head and muttering to himself, clearly unable to accept the fact.

Sawa should have been sent to hell long ago. He even sacrificed his soul for it. The scar on his ribs reminds him that this was not a lie, but a real death. His soul will fall into hell and never be reborn.

The price he paid was enough to make him regret it after he came to his senses; the only consolation was the thought that he would never see Saya again.

As a result, Saya appeared at the door of his classroom as if nothing had happened, and even spent some time alone with his crush, Tomie Kawashita, which completely broke him down.

Why is he completely unharmed? Why is he still standing here perfectly fine?

Is Hell Correspondence just a joke? Are the gods who accepted their souls really that incompetent?

The resentment and hatred in his eyes were almost tangible, but the thought of the terrifying pressure and power that Saya had given him forced Shinji Matou to forcibly suppress his urges.

Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps out of fear of revealing something to Saiyu, Shinji Tō's only thought at that moment was to stay far away from Saiyu.

Even so, just as he was about to observe when Saya would leave his classroom, he realized that the black-haired boy had already gone back. Just as Shinji was thinking this, the handsome boy who filled him with resentment like a nightmare appeared behind him at some point and even patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, isn't this the eldest young master of the Jian Dong family? What's wrong? He looks so sick after just a few days?"

As if he were very familiar with Shinji, Saya even provocatively reached out and slapped his cheek.

This guy clearly wanted to kill him. If Saya didn't dislike killing, he might already be a corpse by now.

But not killing humans is one thing, but it doesn't mean that Saya will have a saintly heart and forgive him because of it.

"Shinji Matou is just a clown, but if you give him a different condition, he can also grow into a good person. That's why he usually gets a relatively good ending in most of the stories."

Zuoyou recalled the words that many people had used to whitewash the guy in front of him. Almost every time he thought about why this kind of rapist and mentally unstable guy didn't get the punishment he deserved, someone would jump out and say that.

The problem is that Sawa doesn't care about what might happen, because it's always just a hypothetical situation. In reality, this guy is someone who did something wrong. Maybe in another timeline he would be a good person, but that doesn't stop him from being punished in this timeline.

And as fate would have it, this guy finally turned on himself. The fact that he started with a relentless, all-or-nothing hellish communication means that at least for a moment, his resentment towards himself transcended even his own life and death.

This makes it very difficult for Saya to forgive him.

Once this kind of person goes crazy, and given that Hell Communication has completely destroyed his bottom line, it's not impossible that he might do something insane in the future.

Saya wasn't worried that this guy would threaten him, but he couldn't guarantee that the guy wouldn't harm the others around him. He even thought that once he dealt with the source of the guy's wickedness, Zouken Matou, he would become more restrained.

In retrospect, it's clear he was overthinking things.

The good thing is that there's still time to deal with him.

"What do you want to do? This is a school."

Shinji Matou, clearly terrified of Saya, uttered these words with a trembling voice. In his view, Saya probably didn't know that he was the one who initiated the Hell Correspondence, and at most, he would just want to beat him up if he saw him.

But for some reason, whenever he saw Sōyū's handsome face with a smile, he felt a strange chill.

The feeling of being watched by a man-eating beast made him shift uncomfortably, but no matter what, as long as Saya was still watching him, that feeling couldn't be shaken off him.

"I just wanted to say hello, don't be so nervous, Young Master Shinji, just relax." Saya glanced down at the backpack in Shinji's hand; judging from its contents, it seemed he was about to leave the school.