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"Matrix, the source you mentioned wouldn't happen to be...?"

Rosser's eyes were piercing.

"Ding, the source substance is the origin of the world of laws, manifested as a rule-based ability, creating a source substance reaction within a kilometer radius of the main location."

Did not run away.

Rosser lowered his head in thought.

It's definitely that curse, or rather, that ghost story, the "Substitute."

Moreover, it is definitely not the "deceased," but rather the source of how the "deceased" can infiltrate the living.

This ghost story shouldn't be called "The Substitute," it should be called "Class Three."

How do you catch this thing?

Rosser looked up and asked, "Matrix, you're not going to expect me to catch that thing myself, are you?"

The mechanical sound was completely flat.

"No, it's not necessary. As long as the Creator can touch the anchor point of the source matter in the real world, it can absorb it directly."

Bet!

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

Rosser was by no means lacking in decisiveness.

Having foreseen the rules of the ghost stories and with the added protection of a cheat code, what is there to fear? He might as well just go home and sell fish balls.

Looking down at his expensive outfit, Rosser turned and headed straight for the prettiest girl passing by.

Good afternoon, student. Are you alone?

..........

School ends at 3 PM.

Goto Ichiri (Goto Doku) walked in the most inconspicuous corner of the shade of the trees, almost as if he were invisible, just like any other day.

Her posture was a textbook example of an extremely introverted person: shoulders hunched inward, spine slightly bent, huddled up to the brim.

Her bangs hung low, covering her smooth forehead, and when she picked up her schoolbag, they almost completely obscured half of her face.

Only a pair of crystal-clear, timid, and slightly trembling eyes were visible.

pity.....

Rose, originally named Roseqin, was derived from the sound of the brocade zither.

However, after he became sensible, he strongly demanded that his parents change his ways.

He has an intuition for beautiful girls that goes beyond common sense.

now.

As if guided by an autopilot, a large hand slipped through layers of "invisibility" and precisely landed on Pochi's slender shoulder.

Good afternoon, student. Are you alone?

Volume One: Chapter Two Yes, I am a charlatan.

Image: "Pochi Sauce", Location: "Images/1757413551-100451303-113829956.jpg"

"Male male male male...boys?!?"

Did the boy catch her?

Feeling the heat on his shoulder, Goto Ichiri froze, then began to sway and fell straight backward.

I go.

As expected of Boqi, the epitome of social anxiety.

Having guessed who the other person was, Rosser quickly grabbed their soft body.

He quickly caught the other person, but Goto Ichiri's shaking became even more intense, and his eyes even lost focus, as if a wisp of his soul was floating out of the corner of his mouth.

Several minutes later.

Goto Ichiri also stood stiffly, muttering ancient god-like whispers.

"Still not ready? If you don't snap out of it soon, I can't guarantee what I might do in front of a beautiful girl like you, you know?"

"Pretty girls... they're not that pretty, hehe..."

Boqi, who was originally socially anxious, suddenly perked up, grinned, and let out a smug laugh.

Only then did she notice the man's appearance.

"Wow...so high!!!"

and......

The first thing that catches the eye is the pure white hunting robe, which is by no means a modern invention.

However, it was not the solemnity and majesty of ancient times, but rather a kind of unconventional and unrestrained arrogance.

The fabric is neither silk nor silk, and it flows subtly in the sunlight, with a silvery sheen like mercury.

The collar and cuffs were embroidered with undecipherable runes and arrays in gold thread.

Starting from the cuffs and collar, the convergence of countless rivers forms a mysterious bird and beast pattern behind the garment, faintly shimmering with light, flickering like breath.

A seemingly old yet incredibly sturdy silver chain wrapped around his left arm and around his neck in a complex manner, then dangled down from his right shoulder.

His tall figure was concealed by his loose hunting robe, which exuded nobility, but his carefree demeanor also conveyed a sense of ease and unrestrainedness.

Above her, a pair of eyes watched her silently; it was indeed Pochi...

"Giggle giggle..."

Boqi-chan lost her ability to speak again, and her body began to vibrate at a high frequency once more.

She wasn't a pervert, but simply fell into a state of social anxiety under the presence of a towering 2.8-meter-tall man who far surpassed any socially adventurous person.

"Wake up, Pochi-chan, can you take me to Class 3, Grade 1?"

Rosser didn't take it seriously.

As a renowned paranormal expert, being so young, he naturally needs to present himself in a good manner and with a certain air of importance.

In addition to regular exercise, a balanced diet, maintaining a good physique, and strong facial expression control are also important.

Technological means are also indispensable, such as his intimidating hunting robe.

The labor cost alone was $30,000, and it was done by a PhD named Agasa whom he hired.

It makes people believe you at first sight.

However, this has now led to...

"You...no...Mr./Ms....Hi!!!"

As if encountering a samurai who was testing his sword on someone, Pochi stiffly took a step and walked towards Class 3 with the charlatan behind her.

From a distance, they look just like the corpse-driving people of western Hunan, enough to scare people sick in the middle of the night.

However, at this moment, Rosser stopped her and smiled at Pochi-chan's panicked eyes, "It's still early, why don't we try your school's cuisine first? I also have some questions about Class 3."

Yes, he really wanted to try the high-class cuisine at the elite school.

For a while.

Boqi-chan felt as if she had seen the devil.

Not only was she hit on by a super popular guy, but she was even asked to have a meal together?

........

"Why wait until four o'clock...?"

Class 3, Grade 1.

The girl with rice-white hair and red eyes tilted her head.

Shiranui is known as the "Fairy of the Year 1," and is an active idol on par with Princess Shinomiya (Year 2) and White Swan Anzu (Year 3).

As idols, time is naturally very tight.

"Don't you know, Yi-chan? They said a new teacher is coming."

next to.

The brown-haired girl, who was friends with everyone in the class, laughed and joked.

"I've heard of it, it's something like a folk culture teacher?"

"Hey, a folklore teacher? I wonder what they'll teach. I'm really interested in folklore."

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, an honest boy who was not particularly noticeable in the class, replied listlessly.

"Folklore? That's just a hoax. Haven't you heard, Qinglong? This person who came this time is probably a paranormal expert?"

The one speaking was Makihara Kozue, a girl who was also emotionless and unemotional.

His nickname is Maki-senpai.

What are the personalities of the members of the board game club?

Hmm, being able to hang out with the Chaotic Evil Fujiwara Chika...

As soon as the conversation started, the classroom instantly became noisy.

"A paranormal expert? That's an exaggeration!"

"Hey, isn't this a scam? Do people still believe in this stuff these days?"

"Desler, aren't there still many illegitimate religious sects around?"

"Oh no! Could it be that Mom and Dad have been tricked?"

"Maybe it's just worry. By the way, Miko-chan, you should know that you're so close to the head of the Paranormal Phenomena Research Club, Atenbo Yume-senpai."

"......"

When the topic of that senior student came up, Iino Miko didn't want to say a word.

That senior didn't seem to like the supernatural that much, but she really liked making suggestive remarks. Her catchphrase was: "There's always a way out, and when it's time to give birth, you'll naturally give birth." She was a super mean senior.

"Hey, luckily I knew that."

It is said that Kikyo Kushida, who has a very kind personality, made a mouth shape that spelled out "shisha" (the dead).

But the others didn't seem very surprised.

Clearly, most people actually know what's going on, but they're just playing dumb to fit the mood.

In Japan, being sociable and knowing how to read the room are essential skills.

Believing in urban legends will be ridiculed.

Being ridiculed means that bullying is not far away.

In fact.

Under the guidance of a social butterfly, the class tacitly selected someone to act as a "stand-in," someone who would exist in the class as a "ghost."

That is, transfer students who only registered on the seventh day of school...

The second to last row in the classroom.

Window seat.

With an aloof and cool demeanor, the beautiful, otherworldly girl with long, straight black hair coldly withdrew her gaze.

A silly joke.

Image: "Snowy Twist", Location: "Images/1757490069-100451303-113829956.jpg"

The girl named Yukino Yukinoshita didn't believe there was any curse.

Otherwise, having been envied and ostracized since childhood, she would probably have withered away long ago under the curse.

In fact, she should have enrolled in Sobu High School in Chiba, which was closer to her.