Chapter 9: The Two Mysterious Transfer Students
The Administrative Apocalypse
After the yesterday's tragedy—where I accidentally massacred an SSS+ Water Dragon Lord and was labeled the Battle Devil—I tried my best to mentally recover. I am never going to get a peaceful life, I thought, staring miserably into a fresh glass of Lemonade Butter.
Yup, this is me, the walking apocalypse disaster in this world, who doesn't know how to hide his strength in school.
My immediate problem was administrative, not martial. I had been dragged out of the dungeon and, still reeling from my amnesia-induced panic, was taken straight to the Adventurer's Guild.
I was utterly frustrated because Alan Frost and Lina Verlin felt compelled to explain exactly what happened. And they explained it to the one person I dreaded facing: Talia, the Grandmaster of the Adventurer's Guild and my sister Lucy's rival.
The Guild office was a warzone. Lina and Alan's detailed report—complete with Lina's magical video recording of the "Battle Devil" slaughter—was sitting on Talia's desk.
The fallout was massive:
Paperwork Entry 3: Talia had brought out a stack of three new binders specifically for the paperwork generated by the single dungeon incident, presumably for documenting accidental SSS+ kills.
Dungeon Evolution: Talia explained, rubbing her temples, that the dungeon wasn't just invaded by an SSS+ monster. The intensity of my Triple Infinity Mana during the fight—even the brief bursts—had caused the S-Rank Dungeon to permanently evolve into an SS-Rank Dungeon.
The New Title: Lina kept muttering "Battle Devil" and "God User" under her breath while Alan was constantly trying to offer Talia a sip from his flask to calm her down.
"Leon," Talia sighed, her voice dangerously strained. "You didn't just kill a monster; you caused a global hazard designation change and a bureaucratic nightmare. And you don't even remember doing it!"
I could only offer a pathetic, shaky bow. "I am sorry, Grandmaster."
The Return to School
Talia finally dismissed me, threatening to personally chain me to Kaelen if I caused one more incident. I stumbled back to the Academy, desperate for the simple normalcy of a classroom.
The classroom was already buzzing. The S-Class students were clearly still reeling from the Dragon Lord incident, arguing over who saw the Black Chidori best and whether the King Undead Bone was a better butler or a better bodyguard.
Just as the professor was about to start, the door opened, and the teacher walked in with two new transfer students.
"S-Class," the professor announced, beaming with pride, "we have two highly talented individuals joining us today. They are transfer students from the Royal Academy of the North."
The two students stepped forward.
The first was a girl of breathtaking beauty, with long, shimmering silver hair and eyes that seemed to glow with a calm, ethereal blue light. She held herself with the quiet dignity of a queen, but there was a subtle, overwhelming coldness radiating from her.
The second was a boy, ruggedly handsome, with wild dark hair and deep amber eyes. He wore a perpetual half-smile, giving him a dangerous, playful aura. He leaned against the doorway, looking bored, but his body language spoke of immense, restrained power.
The Mystery of the Newcomers
The girl introduced herself first, her voice like ice water, commanding immediate attention.
"My name is Elara Vane. I specialize in Elemental Control and Ancient Runes."
The moment she said "Vane," I felt a sudden spike of internal dread. That name belonged to royalty of the Northern Kingdoms.
The boy then stepped forward, his amber eyes scanning the class and settling on me for a moment—a look that held curiosity and an inexplicable sense of recognition.
"I'm Zane Rourke," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I specialize in Divine Blade Arts and Temporal Magic."
Divine Blade Arts? Temporal Magic? These weren't specialties; they were cheat skills.
Before the class could erupt, the spirit of Excalibur Karma Calvary Road roared in my mind, temporarily overriding the cartoon playing on his virtual TV.
"MASTER! THEY ARE NOT NORMAL! THE GIRL'S MANA SIGNATURE IS THE COLD OF A DYING STAR! AND THE BOY... HE'S A WALKING TIME PARADOX! A REAL ONE! I AM THE COSMIC DESTROYER, BUT I CANNOT CALCULATE HIM!"
The fat Intelligent Fairy Loan quickly popped into my physical vision, clutching a notebook and looking genuinely scared, not just hungry.
"MASTER, MY INTEL SAYS ELARA IS THE LOST HEIR OF THE FROST KINGDOMS, AND ZANE... ZANE IS THE PROTOTYPE HERO! THEIR ARRIVAL HERE IS A NATIONAL SECURITY CONCERN, NOT AN ACADEMIC ONE!"
I slapped my hand over my face, sinking into my chair. It's happening again! My quiet life was being invaded by two more SSS-Rank problems who weren't even my fault this time. The only difference was that my own cheat skills were genuinely terrified of them.
I am attracting every single person in the world who poses an existential threat to peace!
(The Battle Junkies Clash)
The Speed of God
The classroom had just been introduced to Elara Vane and Zane Rourke, but the pleasantries ended instantly.
With a blinding flash, Zane Rourke drew a black katana from his hip. It wasn't a physical sword; it was a blade forged of pure spirit magic, humming with temporal energy.
His attack was instantaneous and impossible. With a speed approaching 10^{-20} seconds (zero point zero... and 20 zeroes later... one second), Zane attempted to cut me down. It was a speed that bypassed all normal detection and defense.
But I was faster.
I didn't even sweat. Before his attack could complete its first femtosecond of motion, I gently pressed two fingers against the edge of his spirit blade, stopping the attack dead.
In that micro-moment of contact, my internal struggle was lost. The sheer, overwhelming power, the skill, and the thrill of Zane's attack—a true master seeking a worthy opponent—instantly reactivated the monstrous entity sleeping inside me.
The Battle Devil took over.
My silly, panicked face vanished, replaced by the same terrifying, horrifying smile that had shredded the Dragon Lord. My eyes glowed with a dangerous, devilish excitement, and my aura expanded, radiating the lust to devour my enemies.
"Okay," I said, my voice dripping with dangerous charisma, "You're very strong."
I smiled wide, a terrifying, Greek and devilish grin.
The Demonic Laughter
Zane didn't flinch from my aura. Instead, his own perpetual half-smile twisted into something truly sinister and predatory. He responded with a chilling, demonic laugh.
"Ho ho ho," he chuckled, leaning into my fingers stopping his blade. "So, you're also the Battle Junkie?"
His eyes, full of temporal madness, met mine. "So let's have some fun then, shall we? The Battle of the Demon Blade and the Battle Devil wants to begin!"
The sheer, raw intent to kill and destroy radiated from both of us, creating an invisible pressure cooker that drove every single student and the professor—even the King Undead Bone—to the walls.
Shinobi Style
In that moment of absolute, murderous standoff, Lucy suddenly spoke, her usually stoic eyes wide with a flash of recognition.
"Wait..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "That sword art... that speed... it's Shinobi Style."
She looked at Zane's posture, his grip, and the invisible after-effects of his speed. "I know that style! It sounds so familiar..." Lucy realized, her own mind connecting the dots of her past life. She, too, was a reincarnation of a master samurai, and she recognized the techniques of the ancient world.
The situation was intensely dangerous and serious. If Zane and I continued to fight, the entire school—if not the city—would be obliterated by our chaotic power.
Fortunately, two powerful forces intervened simultaneously.
Elara Vane, the Silver-Haired Heiress, moved with a sudden, overwhelming coldness. She didn't use power, but sheer authority, slamming her hand on Zane's shoulder and injecting a blast of chilling elemental control that momentarily short-circuited his frenzy.
At the same time, Jenny, fueled by protective jealousy and primal panic over her potential King, slammed her own shoulder into my back, injecting a pulse of chaotic lightning that broke my concentration.
The moment was shattered. My devilish smile vanished, and I instantly reverted to my terrified, panting self. Zane's demonic grin softened back into his rugged half-smile, though his amber eyes still held a hungry glint.
The classroom, now littered with debris and shattered desks from the mere threat of our battle, was terrified.
The two mysterious transfer students were no longer a mere inconvenience. They were a direct, SSS-Rank threat—and one of them was my twin soul in battle lust.
Zane's Revelation
The demonic energy subsided, but the air still crackled with the memory of power. Zane, having been checked by Elara, focused his intense amber eyes on me, his previous boredom utterly replaced by rabid excitement.
His internal monologue was a burst of pure, unbridled arrogance and joy. In my past life, I was a perfect ninja, no—I was the Ultimate Ninja that slaughtered countless enemies and mastered every martial art. And I never felt this excitement that exists with him!
He let out another echoing, demonic laugh, his voice ringing with confirmation.
"Hahahaha! So this is true then!" Zane declared, looking straight at my face—which was rapidly reverting to its "silly, terrified" expression. "You are the person they call the Battle Devil that everyone talks about in the Guild and the school records of the world! I knew it!"
He looked away for a split second, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "I hope my fiancé doesn't know about this," he muttered, shaking his head. Then the excitement returned with full force. "I have so much fun with this excitement in my life! I've been searching for a fight like this!"
Lucy's Familiar Shadow
While Zane was openly confirming my new, disastrous public title, Lucy was trembling, her stoic façade shattered. The revelation of Shinobi Style had unlocked a memory, a history that explained her own latent, immense strength.
In my past life, Lucy thought, her mind flashing to ancient, feudal Japan. I was a warrior of that world—a sword master and a samurai teacher who was also renowned as the most beautiful woman in the town.
Her gaze locked onto Zane with horror and cold recognition.
I had this student in the past who mastered all my sword blade styles... and then recreated that technique, turning it into the assassin's art that almost killed me. That student ran away and I never saw him again.
Her eyes narrowed, the emotional intensity of a thousand-year-old betrayal radiating off her. "So, we meet again in this new life," she whispered, her voice laced with deadly intent. "The Demonic Blade of Shinobi."
The Double Master
I, however, was already deep in panic mode, rubbing my fingers where I had stopped the cosmic-level attack. My brain was desperately trying to calculate how to hide the damage to the classroom.
My own internal monologue focused only on my techniques, trying to rationalize my monstrous speed. Me, the Battle Devil, is the master of two martial arts: Tang Soo Do and Karate.
I had not just survived Zane's attack; I had countered it by instinctively fusing two distinct, powerful human martial arts with my Triple Infinity Mana, creating the time-shattering speed.
I looked at the chaos: Zane, the former Ultimate Ninja/Demonic Blade, staring at me like a prized meal; Lucy, the former Samurai Master, glaring daggers at Zane; and Elara and Jenny still holding everyone in place.
I could only bury my face in my hands. "I just wanted to be a background character," I whimpered.
The End of Normalcy
The tension in the classroom finally snapped, not with another explosion, but with the sudden, mundane sound of the class-end bell. The professor, still pale and attempting to sweep up the remnants of the desks shattered by our threat display, simply waved a trembling hand. "Cl-class dismissed. All of you. Now. Go."
I immediately collapsed, my terror finally overriding the lingering rush of the Battle Devil. "Nooo!!!" I cried, burying my head in my arms. "How did that killing maniac just talk to me?! Even I don't know what that freaking murderer said to my face!"
I sat there, utterly defeated, tears streaming down my face. "Why me! Why is my second life a magnet for assassins and demons who know my secrets?!"
Zane just chuckled, giving me a predatory wave. "See you, Battle Devil! Don't forget to practice your karate!"
The Rooftop Revelation
For the next two hours, I was on the school rooftop, crying a lot. I needed something—anything—to make myself happy, or at least calm down. In my previous life, checking my stats was always a source of quiet reassurance.
Maybe I'll look at my status, I thought, pulling up the shimmering, chaotic menu that only I could see. It might calm me down.
It had the opposite effect. I was so shocked by the changes that I started to cry again.
I had been fighting at Level 10, but the defeat of the SSS+ Dragon Lord had utterly broken the system's ability to cope.
Status LVL 10
HP/Defense 160 / 80 (Normal for LVL 1)
Attack & Strength 140 (Above Average)
Stamina & Speed 140,000 (Broken)
Mana Triple Infinity (Catastrophic)
My Stamina and Speed are 140,000? That's not a stat, that's a lie! No wonder I was hitting the dragon 300 times a second! I'm completely broken!
Then I saw the terrifying additions: the new skills, all directly rewarded for the Dragon Lord incident.
The New Tools of Destruction
Category Skills & Titles
Skill (1) Scarlet Star Union (Buff & Debuff Magic), Black Thunder Blade, Crush Blood
Unique Skill (2) Nature Life Absorption (Supreme Barrier Magic), Undead Bone, Thunder Slash Step
Special Skill (3) Genesis Arrival (Cosmic Summoning), Fairy loan
New Acquisitions
New Skill: Wisdom Scanner
New Skill: Death Tiger Zombie
New Unique Skill: Scarlet Darkness Control
New Unique Skill: Thunder Wolf Blast
New Special Skill: Nature Titan Strength
New Title: Dragon Slayer
I stared at the screen, tears flowing freely. The status update wasn't a source of comfort; it was a terrifying job listing for the next world-ending disaster.
"Dragon Slayer?! 15\% boost?!" I sobbed, collapsing onto the rough stone. "I asked for one skill to make tea, and now I'm a demon who controls darkness, summons thunder wolves, and gets an auto-boost for killing things I wasn't supposed to fight!"
The life I desperately wanted was officially murdered by my own skill menu. I was a Level 10 student with the power output of a cosmic event, and every new title only sealed my fate as the world's greatest, most reluctant hero.