"Same old crap again. A reader gets transmigrated into a webnovel as a side character and steals the show. Pathetic MCs, watching all your heroines and cool powerups get snatched away without a fight. The only reason I read this trash is for the babes. Dang, how I love those heroines. Especially the yanderes. Having someone who would burn the world for you... yeah, that's my type."
Froze muttered to himself, flipping through the pages of a book. He was seated at the back of the classroom, indulging in his own world of fiction instead of paying attention to the lesson.
BOOOOOM!!!
A deafening bang shook the room as the classroom door was blasted off its hinges.
A man in his late forties, with greying hair and a drenched black suit, stood panting in the doorway. It was the headmaster, Mr. Smith.
"Miss Jamie! We need to evacuate the students—now! Terrorists are in the building! Hurry!" Mr. Smith's voice trembled.
The class erupted into chaos. Miss Jamie, their homeroom teacher, a hot brunette in her twenties with slender curves, tried to regain control.
"Calm down, everyone! I'm sure the Task Force is on its way. They'll handle this. For now, let's move to the escape chamber and evacuate calmly."
Her voice soothed some of the panic, but it was a temporary fix.
BANG! BANG!
Two gunshots cracked through the air. All eyes snapped to the doorway just in time to see two dark blooms of blood appear on Mr. Smith's forehead. His body hit the floor with a heavy thud.
"ARRRRGGHHH!"
Screams ripped through the room. Girls shrieked; boys stood frozen in shock. The terrorists had already reached them.
Eight men filed into the classroom, all dressed in dark hoodies and black masks.
"I heard our target is in this class," one said, his voice devoid of emotion.
"I won't let you take anyone from my class!" Miss Jamie declared, stepping forward with fierce determination.
PA-WHACK!
A brutal slap echoed through the room. The same man had struck Miss Jamie across the face, sending her stumbling.
"Say that again, bitch." His cold eyes scanned the classroom before landing on a target. "There. The president's daughter. Grab her and let's move."
Two men advanced toward a stunningly beautiful girl. She was tall, nearly six and a half feet, with porcelain skin, a doll-like face, and a cascade of crimson hair that fell to her hips, matching her fierce red eyes. She glared with pure disgust as they seized her arms.
"My father will have you skinned alive for this," she spat.
The men ignored her, dragging her toward the door. Miss Jamie, now held firmly by another terrorist, could only watch helplessly.
"I guess it's time for my grand appearance. Time to steal the damn show."Froze muttered to himself.
Froze deliberately snapped his book shut with a loud thwack, drawing every eye in the room.
"Now, now. If you guys wanted to do cosplay, you should've sent out invites. Seriously, black masks and hoodies? For terrorists, that's just lazy. You could've hired me as your costume designer. I'd have done better."
Everyone turned to stare. There was Froze, hands tucked casually in his pockets, a lazy smile plastered across his face, his long white hair falling over his eyes.
The terrorists holding the president's daughter halted. Their leader stared, his grip tightening on his gun.
"What the fuck did you just say, kid?" he snarled, leveling the pistol at Froze.
"Shit, you're deaf, too? My bad. I was just stating the obvious."
The room tensed. The terrorists seethed; some students shot Froze looks of pure terror. "Is he trying to get us all killed?"
But Froze wasn't trying to be a hero; he was stalling for time.
"You know how this ends, right?" he continued, his smile never wavering. "You kill us, kidnap the girl, ransom her to the president, get your money, maybe kill her anyway, blow your cut on booze and women... you've got, what, a 3.3% chance of that working? Truth is, you'll be caught the second you step outside. Hell, I doubt you'll even leave this classroom alive."
The leader had heard enough. "I'm putting a bullet in this little shit before we go!"
He squeezed the trigger just as a loud, piercing alarm blared from Froze's watch. The sudden noise made the man flinch for a split second.
"I'd get down if I were you," Froze said softly.
BAM!
One of the men holding the president's daughter dropped, a clean hole in his forehead. Brain matter splattered the floor. Screams erupted.
BAM!
The second man fell.
BAM!
Two more terrorists standing in a line dropped as a single bullet passed through both their skulls.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Shot after precise shot rang out. In seconds, only the leader remained standing, his hand shaking violently as he gripped his gun, eyes darting toward the skyscrapers surrounding the school.
"Even if I die, I'm taking her with me!" he roared, swinging his gun toward the president's daughter.
BAM!
A final shot took him in the head. But his finger had already clenched on the trigger.
"Silvie, NO!"
"Shit, the main heroine must not die until the show begins."
Froze moved in a blur, shoving the girl aside and taking the bullet square in the chest.
Two bodies hit the floor: the terrorist and Froze.
"NO! No, no, no, you can't die!" Silvie cried, rushing to his side. She cradled his head as blood bloomed across his chest.
"Don't cry, Silvie... Your face is too beautiful for tears," Froze whispered, his hand trembling as he wiped a tear from her cheek. "Grant this dying soul one last wish... Let me feel those holy melons of yours. Let it be the last thing I touch before I go."
"Anything," she sobbed, her cheeks flushing even through her tears. "You can have anything."
With the last of his strength, Froze let his hand drift from her face, down to the soft curve of her breast. He gave a weak, teasing pinch.
A soft moan escaped Silvie's lips.
"So soft..." Froze sighed, a faint, roguish smile touching his lips. "At least I died a half-virgin."
His hand fell. His eyes glazed over.
His consciousness faded, and he died.
In a realm outside time, a majestic white castle floated amidst the void. Upon a throne illuminated by a million stars sat a boundless entity. It had watched everything unfold on a shimmering screen.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Who is this human? The most hilarious death I've ever witnessed and the most entertaining! Ah, I can't lose my new source of amusement. This one must continue... but not in his world. Let me send him where chaos reigns, and only the strongest survive. Let's see if he can keep me entertained."
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The end.
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