You're the Worst Class I've Ever Taught!

Sob

After an unknown amount of time, the brown-skinned girl, her delicate brows furrowed, slowly awoke from her drowsiness.

As her senses returned, she was shocked to find herself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin silk quilt. Her hands and feet were bound by two ropes, and the aftershocks of the divine power's impact left her limbs numb and weak, unable to muster much strength to resist.

"Oh, you're awake so quickly. You're in good physical condition. How should I address you, Miss Assassin? Or Hassan of the Stillness?"

Under the flickering candlelight, Samael, sitting at the table, looked up, turned his chair, and gazed with interest at the girl by the bedside.

The young girl with short purple hair and a youthful face was initially taken aback, but then a look of confusion and bewilderment appeared in her eyes.

"So, you're not Hassan yet?"

"..."

"Preparing to become Hassan?"

"..."

"Could I be the target of your trial?"

"..."

"However, there's no reason why the Assassins' Order' intelligence gathering capabilities should be this poor..."

"..."

"You blinked! You came here without permission!"

"...?"

"You blinked again? Looks like it wasn't. Are trial missions this hasty? Are you looking down on me, or are you overestimating your tutoring group?"

"...!"

Sitting on the bed, the girl named Calamity Jane was startled and hurriedly widened her eyes, staring at the interrogator like a fighting rooster.

As expected, he's still a novice. Once he takes off that mask, he can't hide what he's thinking at all. Samael chuckled and muttered to himself, picking up a few sheets of paper filled with questions from the table, slapping them in his hand, and continuing the question-and-answer game.

The repeated questioning and Samael's evasive and deceptive remarks made the inexperienced Calamity Jane increasingly nervous, revealing more and more undisguised micro-expressions.

Samael simply rearranged the order of his questions and asked them repeatedly. Through careful observation, he gained a basic understanding of the girl's past, her purpose, and the general situation of the Assassins' Order.

"Are they going to use torture? Give up, I won't say anything!"

Faced with Kamui's suppression and the exhausting barrage of questions, the short-haired purple girl was drowsy and could only force herself to stay awake.

When she saw Samael get up and come to the bedside, a hint of relief appeared on her tense little face, her expression full of resignation.

Tsk tsk, you've already told me, do I still need to use torture?

Samael shook his head and muttered to himself, but when his gaze fell on the girl whose hands and feet were bound, who was curled up at the head of the bed, and whose large areas of brown skin were exposed as she struggled, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

Torture, it seems, isn't entirely unacceptable...

As the deity drew ever closer, the Calamity Jane was like that of a rabbit awaiting slaughter, its neck raised, ready to face its doom.

While in the mountains, she heard many stories about the fates of her predecessors who failed their missions.

This is incredibly cruel for most Assassins, but for her, it might be a relief.

She was forced to drink poison from the bottom up, feeling the pain of every inch of her body being torn apart and burned. One by one, her companions were eliminated, and only she was left to complete this trial and training.

This was less a blessing and more a curse; her entire body, even her bodily fluids, were like poison, capable of killing even the most resilient Phantasmal Species if caught off guard.

Needless to say, humans are no exception; even ordinary Divine Blood Hero cannot fully withstand the bodily fluids she infuses with food and drink.

Because of this, she has never been able to "show mercy" to animals since childhood. If she gets close to plants, they will rot; if she touches birds and beasts, they will decay and die; even her companions in the mountains, or people who show kindness, will basically be killed if she touches them.

As a result, no one dared to approach her or speak to her. Any contact was strictly forbidden by all parties, and loneliness grew uncontrollably in her heart.

If she had a choice, she would still prefer to have an ordinary and unremarkable identity, to be able to bend down, smell the fragrance of flowers and plants, open her palms, wait for birds to land and sing, take off her mask, and hug her relatives and friends.

Laugh...

However, with a slight thud, her hands and feet suddenly loosened, and the purple-haired girl was shocked to find that this god from the opposing force had casually ripped open her restraints. She stared in astonishment at her freely moving hands and feet, frozen in shock.

"You... aren't you going to kill me?"

"This kind of sentiment means nothing to me."

Samael glanced at the Purple Haired Girl who had a slight tendency toward self-destruction, paused briefly, and spoke softly.

"However, I can't just let you go for nothing. As payment, you need to do something for me..."

"I will never betray my companions or abandon us, the people of the mountains!"

"Don't worry, it's just a simple message for me on the way back."

"...Um?"

"Tell the Old Man of the Mountain that there is an old friend of Uruk who misses him very much..."

Samael spoke in a low, slow tone, his eyes darting around, his expression meaningful.

"...!"

Upon hearing this, Calamity Jane's eyelids twitched, and a tidal wave of emotion surged in her eyes.

"Alright, that's all. You can go now. The door's open. You should know the way back, right? I don't need to personally escort you, do I?"

After saying this, Samael waved his hand dismissively and tossed the bone mask to the little girl by the bedside, as if to say, "See you out."

After a moment of Calamity Jane, Jingmi got out of bed and carefully walked towards the open door. Just as she was about to step out the door, a deep male voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Wait, we can't let you come all this way for nothing. Put this on!"

The moment the purple-haired girl subconsciously turned around, a jet-black snake scale, strung on a thin rope, engraved with runes, and emitting a ghostly glow, was thrown into her arms.

The moment this thing touched my skin, a wonderful coolness flowed through my whole body, and the pent-up frustration in my chest for many years seemed to be washed away. The inexplicable feeling of comfort made Calamity Jane involuntarily let out a pleasant murmur.

When the Purple Haired Girl realized her lapse in composure, she immediately tensed her face, lowered her head, and hurriedly turned to run away.

However, he stumbled and almost tripped over the threshold.

You, the future Hassan, do you kill by adoring your opponent to death? No wonder Old Wang had to take action personally; it seems your entire class is utterly incompetent.

Samael suppressed a laugh, sighed helplessly, and then put on a stern face to give a reminder.

"That snake scale carries a trace of my poisonous power, and the runes on it also have a cleansing effect, which can effectively suppress the uncontrollable toxins in your body."

"When we first met, I could smell the poison on you from afar. Assassination is a skill; don't learn the wrong way from those who like to go all out. Before you draw your blade and are confident you can kill with one blow, learn to conceal it and master your weapon, lest you expose yourself before you even harm the enemy."

Calamity Jane as a chick pecking at rice, she nodded repeatedly involuntarily, unconsciously feeling as if she were not facing an assassination target, but rather a teacher who had carefully guided her.

A strange sense of intimacy made the purple-haired girl linger at the door for a long time, her hesitant gaze frequently glancing at Samael at the table, and she hesitated several times before speaking.

"What is it now? Just say what you want to say, I'm not going to eat you!"

Samael glanced up at the assassin and gave a weak, lifeless snort.

After a moment of Calamity Jane hesitation, she mustered her courage, raised her little head, and slowly opened her mouth, her eyes full of hope.

"Can I... can I hug you?"

Samael was stunned upon hearing this.