Rising Trash Hero: Delinquent Vanquisher

'I will die like this!'

'I regret cowering like an idiot!'

'But I did not have any strength to even scream!'

'Mom, I am sorry.' With quenching pain in his heart, a tear slid the eye of the boy, who was lying on the bed with a pale face and bruised hand, that kept on clutching onto a small charm, which held a significant meaning in his life.

"Haah! Cough! Cough!" "Haaaah!"

The boy's violent cough brought him back to reality, allowing him to acknowledge the pain in his hand and leg and, above all, the fact that he was still alive.

'Am I not dead!' His eyes were wide open as he looked at his fist and felt the sweat and freshness rising from within his body.

As Itsuki considered falling off the railing, he was certain that he should have died from the severe pain in his back and that he was not going to survive the fall.

[Host has been bound]

[Host has been provided with initial gift 'Golden Package.']

[Would host like to open the golden package!]

'Is this some kind of game screen.' Surprisingly, Itsuki felt neither afraid nor surprised by the sudden revelation of the strange screen in front of him; rather, he felt as though this system was a regular part of his life.

Before long, the strange screen began to flood his thoughts with information.

He discovered that it was nothing more than a quest delivery system with three different types of rewards that he could receive by finishing them.

Golden package, Silver package, and Bronze package.

The Golden Package comes with skills, passive and active, both of which will bring growth to his skills in actual life.

On the other hand, the Silver Package will give him a status upgrade; depending on what he gets, Itsuki can increase his status.

'It is just like a game.' Itsuki muttered, totally forgetting about his physical condition, and his mind was totally concentrated on the information that he had gained.

The Bronze Package, on the other hand, was unique because it contained only information that would help Itsuki improve his financial situation. Itsuki could only wait and see if he could obtain the bronze package eventually, even though it was unclear how it would help.

However, the silver and golden packages were also sufficiently alluring to him.

'Eh, wait! I have a golden package with me right now!' Itsuki's gaze fell upon the blue screen, where he read the message regarding whether or not to open the golden package.

With a single thought, the package inside the screen blinked brightly, and a golden card materialized in front of him.

[Host has gained 'Uncanny Attack.' Passive skill.]

[Uncanny Attack: When the opponent is caught off guard by an uncanny pattern of attack, the host can deal an 80% boost in attack power. Additionally, the host's mind will be automatically put into a hunter state whenever the host finds himself in trouble.]

[Critical Ability: When damaged critically, the enemy will feel dizzy and will put them in the state of being stun for 10 seconds.]

Itsuki's mind went silent. His mind warned him, as he studied the skill, that this system would cause his little, quiet life to suddenly explode into the center of the storm.

But the feeling of helplessness from before, when he was falling from the 4th floor, was terrifying, and something vicious started to blaze within the guy's chest.

'At that moment, it was not an incident that I fell off. But there were marbles set on that area, where railing of the roof was broken, and someone set it up in a manner that I would fall off from that place to die, like it was natural.'

Itsuki's mind calmly began to analyze the events on the rooftop after the excitement subsided, and with each puzzle he solved, he began to realize that he was trapped there to die.

Itsuki's mind began to grow colder with every second that went by, as the thought of murder began to buzz through his head.

'Keep it calm, Itsuki.' He shook his head, stifling those cravings, and pulled the charm from his pocket to examine it for a little while before his thoughts began to clear.

'My bag!'

The object that those bastards had hung from the pole was what Itsuki was asked to bring; however, he was unaware that it was a trap meant to cause him to trip and thus die.

'Ah, it is there!' Holding on to the bag on his side, Itsuki felt relieved. The bag was one of the gifts that his last father had given him—a keepsake and momento.

"Good morning, young man." The moment Itsuki was feeling relieved to be able to find his bag back like this.

The infirmary nurse came in, wearing a slight frown, but her expression changed to a composed smile upon witnessing Itsuki awaken.

"Ahh, good morning, mam!" Itsuki straightened back up and took in the mature appearance of the blue-haired beauty, who was also a well-known teacher at their Kangnan High School.

"Hmm, it seems that you are conscious now."

"So, what happened? You were sleeping on the bed in the infirmary with low blood pressure when I arrived." The teacher came to sit beside Itsuki and took the wipe towel from the drawer and gave him to wipe his sweat, with a sweet smile on her lips.

Her eyes continued to observe the kid in front of her, and with his reaction, she was also certain that the boy was not a delinquent type to be beaten like that.

"I don't remember it clearly!" Itsuki was unable to disclose that he was set up and nearly killed because he lacked any evidence against them.

Moreover, he was still alive, and there was no way he could expose the system for such an act.

"I went to the roof, and before I knew it, I was knocked out for some reason, and the next thing I found was that I was lying on this bed." Hearing Itsuki's words, the teacher sighed, as she could tell that the boy in front of her was an innocent type who would end up being bullied in the class.

"Kid, I know it might sound unreasonable, but always remember, no matter how many times one can get beaten up, he should never lose to himself."

Saying that, she flicked Itsuki's head and took out the cool drink that she had bought and gave it to him with a smile.

"Go and drink this and take the next class, which will be starting soon enough." Itsuki felt at ease at that precise moment as he nodded in agreement with the teacher's remarks, kept his hand on the can while staring at her, and watched as she left the room to get another one for herself.

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As he was leaving the room, Itsuki was walking along the deserted path, thinking about the previous teacher, when he noticed a familiar figure. Without realizing it, he cast a sidelong glance at the boy who had just left.

When it came to that boy—also referred to as "berserk" at their school—who beat nearly every other first-year offender into a first-year gang, his mind was genuinely consumed with fear.

'Screechy!'

As Itsuki pulled open the door, he noticed that the entire class was staring at him with mixed emotions. He also heard a bear-like snicker coming from the side and noticed a fat man sitting in a chair, hobbling like a chimpanzee, with a sneer on his face.

"Fuck, he is back, Helmet!" Upon Itsuki's arrival, one of the slack sides laughed, and Itsuki could tell by his look that a fool like him was not the one setting up the trap.

Helmet turned to face the other man with the blond hair for a moment. Itsuki's mind turned numb, and for a brief moment, his icy gaze was released before it became silent.