Kaguya-sama Wants Me to Surrender

"I don't know," Amamiya Natsuki shook his head.

It was just an ordinary road sign. Amamiya Natsuki stared at it for a moment, but no prompt appeared.

Fujiwara Chika said with disappointment, "If only we could ask for directions."

This was Vengeful Spirit School, after all. The entire school was filled with vengeful spirits. Was it really a good idea to ask them for directions?

The whole school was lifeless, cold, and lonely. There wasn't even a single vengeful spirit student wandering around. They didn't know who to ask for directions.

"Let me think..."

Fujiwara Chika pressed her fingers to her temples, closed her eyes as if she had a special ability, and mumbled incoherently.

"Ah, I've decided!" Fujiwara Chika quickly opened her eyes, her black bow at her temple swaying slightly. She said crisply, "Let's go to the cafeteria."

"What's your reason?"

Amamiya Natsuki looked at her curiously. Did this Fujiwara have some special ability like him?

Fujiwara Chika giggled, "Because the cafeteria is the closest to us. It's right ahead, no need to turn, we can just walk straight there."

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Fujiwara-san, you truly are a genius.

Chapter 9: Fujiwara-san: Use Your Fat to Think of a Solution!

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"The cafeteria..."

Amamiya Natsuki pondered for a few seconds. "Let's go take a look."

The three of them walked forward along the road and soon saw a cafeteria appear before them.

"Speaking of which, our school also has a cafeteria. I went there with friends once, and the food was super delicious," Fujiwara Chika said, hands behind her back, looking around. "Has Kaguya-chan ever eaten at the cafeteria?"

"No,"

Shinomiya Kaguya replied calmly.

"What about Amamiya-kun?"

Amamiya Natsuki said, "I have."

"Eh? What do you like to eat at the cafeteria, Amamiya-kun? My favorite is the teriyaki chicken cutlet. It's top-notch."

Amamiya Natsuki sighed silently. He finally confirmed it. This Fujiwara-san... was indeed a genius.

This is a dangerous Vengeful Spirit School, show some respect.

They walked all the way without incident, encountering neither other players nor vengeful spirit students.

The three quickly arrived at the cafeteria entrance. After exchanging glances, they stepped inside.

The next moment, the scene before them abruptly changed.

The light was dim, and the yellowish lamps flickered unstably, as if they would go out at any moment.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air, along with an indescribable strange odor.

Thump, thump, thump.

The dull sound of knives chopping bones came from the back of the cafeteria.

Other than that, no other sound could be heard. The entire cafeteria was exceptionally oppressive.

There weren't many customers in the cafeteria, only some vengeful spirit students. As Amamiya Natsuki and the two living people walked in, all the vengeful spirits looked up in unison.

These vengeful spirits all had pale faces and lifeless auras. Some of them didn't even have eyes. The sudden movement of looking up startled Fujiwara Chika, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

"Why are there vengeful spirits in the cafeteria!"

Well, it's normal for students to eat at the cafeteria, isn't it?

Shinomiya Kaguya remained cold and expressionless, as if nothing could disturb her. However, the text above her head was completely different from her calm demeanor.

[So scary so scary so scary.]

At the same time.

A cold, hoarse voice sounded in the three of their minds.

[You have entered the scene: Vengeful Spirit Cafeteria]

[Game Rules: Good students must eat on time. Please finish your last meal and give it a five-star rating.]

[Cafeteria Dining Rules: Each meal must not be less than two hundred grams.]

"We can pass by eating? This seems much simpler than the wooden man,"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up.

"Simple?" A cold laugh rang out. "I hope you don't end up crying later."

Amamiya Natsuki followed the sound and saw a player wearing a hood. They looked pale, their forehead covered in cold sweat, and in front of them was a bowl of soup. Inside... mist had condensed into a black skull, which was faintly floating.

"What kind of dish is this?"

Fujiwara Chika's smile gradually froze on her face.

"It feels like a dish that could kill someone," Amamiya Natsuki's eye twitched slightly as he took a deep breath. "Let's go to the cafeteria window and see first, anyway."

The three walked up to the cafeteria window.

The dull chopping sound stopped, and then a figure emerged from the darkness.

It was a pig-headed man, nearly two meters tall and powerfully built, holding a blood-dripping cleaver. His apron was splattered with blood, making its original color unrecognizable.

As the Pig-head Butcher appeared, the vengeful spirit students in the cafeteria lowered their heads, their intimidating presence reaching its peak.

"Good evening, what would the three guests like to eat?"

A deep, hoarse voice came from the Pig-head Butcher, who then pointed to a notice board. "This is today's menu, please choose for yourselves."

Amamiya Natsuki looked at the notice board and found only one dish listed.

[Today's Limited Dish: Borscht of Unknown Ingredients. Please do not be surprised by whatever you taste.]

[Today's Limited Dish: Meat Cutlet Rice Bowl of Unknown Ingredients. Please do not inquire about the origin of the meat.]

Amamiya Natsuki looked down the list. Good heavens, it was all hellish cuisine, not a single normal human food item in sight.

"Is it really okay to eat this kind of food?"

Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but whisper her complaint.

The three soon realized that whether they could eat it without getting sick was one thing, but whether they could even get any was another.

"There are thirty minutes left until the cafeteria closes. Please finish your meal within the allotted time," the Pig-head Butcher said in a low voice. "If you don't finish your meal, or don't eat within the dining time, you will be kept in the cafeteria."

"Um, thank you for the reminder..." Fujiwara Chika blinked, trying to slip away, but then cried out in surprise, "Huh? The door's gone?"

Amamiya Natsuki looked behind him at her words. The cafeteria door had vanished, leaving only a black and red mist.

It was impossible to leave easily, as expected.

He shifted his gaze back to the Pig-head Butcher, and a line of text slowly appeared.

[True Name: Oink]

[Hates wasting food the most]

"Since that's the case, we have no choice but to eat,"

Kaguya-sama clasped her arms in front of her chest, her expression as calm and composed as ever.

Then came the problem.

"Guests, please pay first," the Pig-head Butcher said in a low voice.

"Eh, we have to pay?"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened at the words.

The Pig-head Butcher slowly gripped his blood-stained cleaver. "Are you trying to dine and dash?"

"Please don't misunderstand," Shinomiya Kaguya pulled Fujiwara behind her, her expression serious. "We hate people who dine and dash the most."

"Let me try."

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly thought of a possibility. He quickly took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a Noguchi Hideyo. Then, the worst-case scenario occurred.

"The cafeteria only accepts currency circulated within the school. Money from the human world cannot be used," the Pig-head Butcher said in a low voice.

It was completely understandable.

This was a Vengeful Spirit School, after all. It was normal that money from the human world wouldn't be usable.

"Money can't be used..." Fujiwara Chika said pitifully. "Then how do we buy food?"

"You guests can choose to barter," the Pig-head Butcher began to wipe down the counter. "For two hundred grams of food, you only need to give two hundred grams of your body tissue. Equivalent exchange, honest and fair."

"Is clothing okay?"

"No, it must be body tissue that has the potential to become ingredients."

Is this cafeteria actually a demoness's steamed bun shop! They give guests buns, the guests faint after eating them, and then they're dragged back to the kitchen to be made into more buns, endlessly!

Amamiya Natsuki finally understood why that hooded player had been so gleeful when they first entered.

"For you humans, two hundred grams of body tissue won't be fatal," the Pig-head Butcher said in a low voice. "Blood, muscle, bone, useless fatty tissue – all can be exchanged equivalently."

"Useless fatty tissue..."

Amamiya Natsuki's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but look at Fujiwara Chika.

Shinomiya Kaguya also pursed her lips and looked over.

The useless fat was right in front of them, enough to satisfy the needs of the three of them.

"What are you two looking at?!" Fujiwara Chika quickly covered her chest and couldn't help but shout, "My boobs are off-limits!"

Chapter 10: Vengeful Spirit Classmate, Please Give Me Hush Money

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Equivalent exchange makes perfect sense.

Trading fat for an equal weight of food is simply a blessing for countless weight-loss enthusiasts.

Unfortunately, Fujiwara Chika was unwilling.

"One hundred percent refusal!"

The pink-haired girl clutched her chest tightly, unable to help but retort, "It's not useless fat! When I get married and have babies in the future, won't the babies starve if I don't have any fat?"

You're thinking way too far ahead, let's get past this hurdle first!

"Classmate Fujiwara, calm down. Nervousness and panic will only affect your judgment," Shinomiya Kaguya said calmly, her pretty face showing no emotional fluctuation. "We can't buy food, only trade for it. Currently, the lowest cost trade seems to be exchanging blood for food..."

After speaking, Shinomiya Kaguya looked at the gloating man in the hood not far away. "If I'm not mistaken, that person is doing just that."

Fujiwara Chika blinked, her expression hesitant. "Like voluntary blood donation?"

"Exactly."

"Then we can try..." Fujiwara Chika stammered. "I donated blood once before, it hurt so much that tears came out. Kaguya-chan, have you ever donated blood?"

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki silently looked up at Kaguya-sama's head.

A line of text quietly appeared.

[Sorry, I've never experienced it. I faint from needles, faint from needles, faint from needles... I get super scared just seeing a needle, I hate injections the most!]

She says super rational things, her expression cold like ice and snow on a mountaintop, yet her inner emotions are so rich. Is this what they call the legendary tsundere?

No.

It should be called a character collapse.

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly opened up a new train of thought.