Chapter 8

"Hmm, just the usual… the scouter detects no new target."

"Ah! So many girls! Yet we can't find a girlfriend!" yawned the third of the perverted trio, a plain-looking guy… messy looking brown hair, the same colored eyes… no special characteristic. This guy was simply bland… yet, his insides hid a terrible being, even he was not aware of.

"Don't give up! Issei! You will see! With my new tactic, today will be our lucky day!" grinned Matsuda, the one with a bald head.

"You said this in the last dozens of times! Yet, we still here without one girl!" offered his answer Issei, looking slightly flat-faced.

"Oh! But it is a good plan! Remember when we peeked on the kendo club?"

"We are peeking on them almost every day…" said, so Matsuda, Motohama, and Issei are looking each other confused.

"A week ago! You know! When they chased you away, and I hid in the bushes!"

"Ah that!" now as he said it, the two started to remember, starting to feel anxious as their peeking always get disturbed by someone. In that mentioned peeking session, Matsuda hid, leaving the two alone.

"I am still angry! Leaving us like that! Matsuda, you traitor!"

"Easy! Easy!" the bald waved in defense. "I have something that will placate you…"

"And that is…?" Raised his brow Issei, still angry, expecting some quality compensation.

Suddenly, the trimmed student looked around, then reached under his blazer, pulling out a file with "TOP SECRET" label, and handing to the two in great secrecy. "Look at this!"

Inspecting it, Issei and his friend started to bleed from their nose. "WHERE DO YOU GET THIS!?" they roared, earning even more disgusted glares from around.

"Well, under the kendo club beaten you to pulp… I sneaked in their dressing room, hiding in a "secret" place where I could make these photos!" smug, he rustled under his nose. Almost like he did some heroic act.

"YOU ARE GENIUS! WE FORGIVE YOUR SIN!"

Both roared, drawing more and more attention.

Outside of their knowledge, a certain individual arrived before the gates, looking up with a completely boring face.

"So this is it… huh?" she raised her brow, holding the school bag over her shoulder in a reverse grip position. 'Just like in the pictures… I still can't believe it that ol' man managed to make me do this! Fuck! Now, as I remember it, I hated high school. I was always the kid who was beaten up and his money taken!'

And thus, she started to walk through the gates, still offering a disinterested look, under the way, earning many inquiring gazes.

"Who she is?" "Is she new?"

"Just what I needed… more attention…" all those gazes, trying to read her… she hated it! She hated it more than anything! It started to bring out her anxiety and disgust against the crowd once more!

She thought she managed to get rid herself under the passed for almost two months from these things! Yet, with just stepping through the gates, it returned all at once.

'I hated high school back then! Why I thought it is a good idea?'

In the same time, from a second-floor window of the school building, a girl, with long crimson hair and bluish eyes looked out, watching the incoming crowd bored. Her perfectly proportioned hourglass figure tightly hugged by the school uniform.

"It is your turn, Rias…" came a voice from before her, coming from a bespected person with slim figure and bob cut hair.

"Oh, sorry…" the redhead turned her head back to the chessboard, observing it attentively, then making a step, moving her queen.

"Anything interesting, you saw?"

"Hmm, nothing interesting…" looking out once more. First, her gaze scanned the brown-haired boy, completely ignoring his 'lively' companions. Then, as she searched further for any interesting sight, she spotted someone… white hair, and dark, exotic skin, different colored eyes.

For a moment, aside from her strange appearance, this student was like everyone else — most likely an exchange student from a foreign country — she felt nothing unnatural from her.

Then, in the next moment!

'Interesting…'

It was like she knew she had been watched, stopping, searching for a moment, then directly turning her gaze towards the window wherefrom the red-haired heiress peeked the students below, staring back her with a killer look for a moment.

'Gaze!'

For a moment, their eyes meet directly, then, smiling, the unknown girl formed a gun with her fingers!

"Bang…!"

She made a motion like she had been released a shoot — almost like it was aimed against the red-haired girl directly — after this, the "exchange student" continued her way, like nothing happened. Ignoring everyone, headed towards the entrance of the building.

"Ugh!"

"What happened?"

"N-Nothing…" Rias swallowed her nervousness, trying to regain her composure and cold. "Just a sudden bad feeling, like a jolt of cold running through my spine. Don't even bother with me! It is nothing!"

"I see…" the bespected girl adjusted her glasses, watching her girlfriend with a serious gaze for a moment, then making her step with her rook. "Check! Pay attention Rias; this is the second time today! I will not go easy on you because you have a bad day!"

"Ri-Right! Sorry…" gulping, the devil with red hair had a bad feeling, something unnatural just entered the schoolyard. And she had no idea how close she was to the actual truth!

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Standing before the class, two-sentence repeated in her head:

'I hate high school... I hate this introduction nonsense…'

It was not enough; she was late! Now she had to introduce herself before the whole class.

'Why I agreed to do this? I can never understand. Yes, most likely that damn old man made me forget about my slight demophobia, anthropophobia, and every other defect I gained under my previous life. I definitely don't want to be locked up with a bunch of strangers for long hours. This all makes me remember my high school years!'

She thought she got rid of her phobias under the passing two months. That, conversing with that few people and opening her café, solved her issues. She was wrong. Oh, very wrong!

'I should have known! Under two months, one can't get rid of their phobias. It was a ridiculous statement from the beginning!'

'I can do it!…'

She repeated in her head, over and over again! Yet, it helped not a bit!

'My ass! Even with the help of professionals it usually takes months, if not years… some are never healing as I read. Why am I so stupid? Why am I always so hopeful? In the end, it is me who is always disappointed.'

Even standing before the class made her remember all those bad memories she suffered under school years.

The bullies, the teachers, 'her' own schoolmates...

She wanted to forget, but standing here, she just can't! It all came back at the moment she entered the schoolyard and became ten times worse when she entered the classroom.

'I am surprised I can still stand straight…'

Since she became like this, a few things changed. For example, she was more confident than before, did things more aptly, was more daring, made a lot fewer mistakes, etc.

Traits most likely came with her new body.

And strangely, were part of the background lore and personality 'she' wrote to her character back in the game.

'Hopefully, my character background lore will not overwrite my consciousness, or I and this world will be in deep trouble…' as she thought of this, she forced a smile on her face.

"Please excuse me for my lateness, I lost my way…" she apologized, bowing before the teacher.

Barely able to suffocate her flaring powers which reacted her disturbed emotional state. The anxiousness churned her stomach continuously, making her feel nauseous.

'I had to vomit…' gulping down the nauseous feeling, several drops of sweat poured down on her forehead and face, her whole body — unrecognizable — but trembling.

"Considering this is your first day, it is fine. But please, try to arrive in time, next time." said so the teacher, a woman in business attire.

She was quite good looking, a middle-aged woman, a 'milf' or a 'cougar' — many men may call her — with glasses she just pushed up on her nose firmly.

'I hate that look! It is scary! She is like my first boss!' This one-act was enough to make the player shiver in her skin.

'O-Of course…' she obliged, being she can't do anything more.

'If it will be like this. I will simply use a summon who can shapeshift to attend the classes! I am a wreck already!'

Neurologically speaking, almost every employee of the 22nd century suffered some kind of mental and/or physical defect thanks to the constant overwork their superiors pushed on them.

It was basically 'not so subtle' modern slavery people in her time practiced.