Chapter 9

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

For 'her' — who was basically a sickly individual — this was more severe than for others, ending up with several psychological conditions developing, and "her" health drastically declining over the years.

'Anyway… Who built the school this way? The distribution and marking of the classrooms make no sense! Who places the 31A classroom on the second floor? Right next to the 22C? No logic behind the classroom distribution in this school!'

Even with her passive ability, which made her instinctively know her exact position and served as an 'instinctive'compass, she failed to arrive in time.

True, back then, she was catastrophic when it came to directions, but now, even if she went out at night, she was somehow always found her way home. It was weird but worked nicely.

'Using my teleportation skill would also be too suspicious. A student appearing before the door, or even walking through walls? Not suspicious at all…'

She mumbled deep inside, already imagining the scenario.'I don't want to do that…'in theory, she can modify and create memories using a skill, yet, she doesn't want to test this skill on the students or even on the staff.

"Hmm, now you are here, please introduce yourself…"

She hated introducing herself; it gave her the feeling she giving away the key to her home.

'WHO GAVE AWAY THE KEY OF THEIR HOME!?'

"I am Gillian O'Dyēus, it is nice to meet you all!" everyone just stared her.

Those damn stares… most likely because of her strange look and name.

But she can't help it, back then, she looked pretty bland, so she wanted a somewhat unique look.

As well, she hated her original name, her parents possessing a naming sense almost as bad as hers, giving 'her' a name that made her the laughing stock of many people in the past.

'Even if it's just a made up name, it is strange… damn! Momonga was right; my naming sense is catastrophic! Worse than his…'and this was praise from a player who had a legendarily bad naming sense.

A player who named his character something like Momonga… 'Like the squirrel…'

"Gillian?" everyone stared her blinking.

"Hai! But you can call me Gill if you like that better!" she nodded approving, trying to suffocate her insecurity came with the stares.

"Or simply Deus will do… like many calls me home." though, being she thought this name was cool, it was not the only reason she settled with this.

There was an even better reason behind it… an unsaid reason.

'Fuck you ROB!'

Yeah, this sentence said it all…

'And after all, I can't just use my original name, even worse, my 'player' name. That would right away hit the bell, alerting every present player who knows me, and has a malignant intent…' true, it also made it hard for her allies to find her, but because she only wanted to settle her life once more, this time, it was not important…

"Hmm, I see…" the teacher nodded. "You speak fluent, without accent I might add, Gillian-san…"

"Thank you…" she nodded sheepishly.

'Dammit! I forgot my pseudo personality is a foreign exchange student! I messed it up! Why am I screwing it up so badly? Is it because the people staring at me? I want to pull a bag in my head…'

She started to sulk, the depressive aura almost visible in the air.

"I pick up languages easily." still forcing a smile, she said so, for outside, always calm, yet, deep inside, she trembled.

"Yet, your uniform… why do you wear boy uniform instead of the appointed girl uniform?"

"Well…" starching the back of her head, she looked away timidly, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Do I say I will never wear such a thing? Do I say, when I saw the uniform neatly prepared after I woke up, I almost kicked the side of the house? Do I say, I simply decided to copy Kiba's uniform with my powers and wear that?'

No, in truth, she already came up with an answer, somewhat expecting this question. Yet, it was an awkward answer!

"I catch a cold easily, and the doctor strongly recommended to wear trousers, or similar long lower part when possible. Else, I go sick…" she scratched the back of her head, everyone watching her bandaged left arm with great attention.

From her pinkie to her elbow, it was completely covered.

"I see…" raising her brow, not entirely convinced, but the teacher nodded.

"And the other parts?" the teacher questioned her once more, seeing her wearing the boy uniform shirt — in truth, she wore a complete set of boy uniform.

"Well, according to the school regulation, the students need to wear the 'full set' of each uniform. Mixing the parts of different outfit violate this rule…"

She was lucky she read the regulations of the academy on their webpage, spending her last night to search for information about the academy.

Else, she wouldn't be able to come up with this excuse.'That damn old man didn't even give me a rule book!'

She was angry at Azazel! Not only he cheated her with this assignment, but he also didn't even provide the necessary information to complete her task! Just some cryptic puzzles!

'I feel something will happen there in the coming months…'

'BULLSHIT! WHAT KIND OF MISSION IS THIS!? I like puzzles and cryptic things, but not like this! I like mind games!

But not when they play with me! If it comes to that, I like to play the role of the controller, the villain, or the quiet third party, acting when it is the most beneficial, stepping when necessary.

But I hate when others do it with me!'

Yes, in the game, she was just like that! Mostly, an opportunist. Helping others out time to time, yet, her main profile was profit!

But even in the real world, you couldn't survive if you were all selfless. Some selfishness and greed needed to be able to sustain yourself.

Though, she tried to keep it in the minimum back then, even 'he' utilized some to survive day to day…

"I see you read our guide. Good. In that case, please take a seat near the window. After the lesson, someone will lead you around."

"Thank you!"

Once more, she bowed, going on her seat without bothering with anything else. Trying to exclude all the stares surrounded her.

Only one person coming to her attention, only a moment, scanning him with her eyes. She felt a presence staring back at her immediately.

'Interesting…'

A high school student of average height with short spiky brown hair, with two short locks of hair behind his head, and light brown eyes. Aside from his hair, his appearance was pretty every day.

'Something not right with that guy…'

She felt, something trying to hide from her senses, a great being, almost unnatural.

'He is no devil, neither a fallen… at least, I get different vibes from him than the ones I encountered…'

True, she only crashing in this world around two months. Yet, under this time, she met her fair share of supernatural beings — too many if you asked her. Beings, consisting mostly of devils and fallen.

Fortunately, aside from her "benefactor" — Azazel — neither of them recognized her. At least, she hoped so…

"Ugh!" Issei shuddered for a moment, almost like a feeling when something terrible is about to happen, something inside him moved instinctively, trying to distance itself from the innocent-looking exchange student.

"Is something wrong, Issei?" subtly, Motohama asked his friend.

"No, nothing!" and the boy answered, stealing one last glance from the girl.

"Very well, let's start the lesson, again…" once more, the teacher watched "Gillian," then turned her attention back to the students, starting the lesson, this time, for real…

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'Riiing'

'Ugh! This was sooo boring!'with the lesson ended — finally — Gillian could breathe a sigh of relief, stretching her limbs in her seat.

She can't help it, but since possessing this body, she is always restless.

One of the reasons why she always exercises at least a few hours at night because else she would surely go on a rampage, either out of boredom or other reasons.

'Figures…'she rolled her eyes sighing.

Back in her original life, her problems came from being always like a beaten corpse, tired all the time, but now… now she had too much energy to spare!

She could run around the whole town and would be still restless.

She felt she could fly to the Moon and back and still have the urge to go on! It was really bothersome from time to time.

Yet, currently, it was not her main problem; it was something else that bothered her greatly.

'Really is? Are they really learn this in High School? It is like the things we learned under Junior High School, almost the level of elementary…'

You can say many things from the dark, grim future she came from, but as she remembers, the education was better than this.

True, it was almost fifteen years she last attended high school, and this was only the first lesson, but she already has a negative opinion about the effectiveness of this kind of education.

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