Chapter One: Welcome to the Classroom of the Oppai Supremacist

Classroom of the Elite, but in the Underworld

Author: Woyouzui

Synopsis:

Reincarnated into Classroom of the Elite, but with Underworld superpowers. Time stop, body swapping, hypnosis...

"Kikyo, you wouldn't want to..."

Volume One

Chapter One: Welcome to the Classroom of the Oppai Supremacist

[Welcome to the Classroom of the Oppai Supremacist. I am your system spirit, and I'm delighted to be of service.]

Watching the scenery whiz past the window, Takeda Eito suddenly came to his senses.

???

At the same time, a flood of memories poured into his mind.

He remembered.

He was a transmigrator. Originally, he had been an ordinary college student, living an ordinary life.

But for some unknown reason, he had suddenly appeared here.

The Classroom of the Oppai Supremacist?

If he remembered correctly, he had read this novel. Its original title was Classroom of the Elite, but the author had complained that the illustrator drew the characters with breasts that were too large, so he'd jokingly changed the title to what it was now.

Could he have entered the world of the novel?

That was bad. He was just an ordinary person—how could he compete with a bunch of geniuses? Class D might be manageable, but wouldn't Ryuen beat him to a pulp in Class C?

[Your superpower has awakened. Current ability: Time Control. 1. Accelerate time. 2. Slow time. 3. Stop time.]

"Huh?"

Was he invincible right from the start?

He was happy, of course, but this had happened way too quickly. There was no sense of accomplishment at all.

[Current AP: 10. You can stop time for 10 seconds, or slow it down by a maximum of 10 times for up to 1 minute. The lower the slowdown multiplier, the longer it lasts. AP can be restored through sleep or by using special items.]

So he wasn't quite that invincible after all. Still, in a way, he already was.

This superpower was a fighting cheat code. Slowing time by ten times meant he could react ten times faster than other people. As long as no one threw an atomic bomb at him, he had nothing to fear. Even if someone pulled a gun on him, he could dodge before they fired—unless he was being sniped without realizing it.

With that in mind, he opened his personal information:

[Name: Takeda Eito]

[Age: 16]

[Health: 10]

[Strength: 5 (Average: 5)]

[AP: 10]

[Charm: 7 (Average: 5)]

[Malice: 0]

According to the system, malice was the evil that existed in human nature.

To increase his malice, he needed to interact with people who had darkness in their hearts and gain malice points from their actions and thoughts.

Even people who seemed cheerful, helpful, and kind could sometimes generate malice points.

Likewise, someone disliked by others didn't necessarily have nothing but flaws.

Good and evil were separated by a single thought.

Malice was the key to increasing his strength. It could improve his physical abilities, unlock new superpowers, and even let him spend points to draw out the darkness deep inside other people and amplify certain desires.

After familiarizing himself with the system, he carefully studied his surroundings.

At that moment, he was sitting beside the window on a bus. Several other students in the same uniform were aboard; they were probably, like him, new students about to enter Advanced Nurturing High School.

A boy sat beside him.

On closer inspection, the boy had regular features and was above average in looks, but his expressionless face made him seem unapproachable.

"Hello." Takeda Eito recognized him at once. "Are you a new student at Advanced Nurturing High School too?"

"Uh... yes."

Apparently caught off guard by Eito's sudden greeting, Ayanokoji hesitated for a moment before replying.

"What a coincidence. It'd be great if we ended up in the same class."

"...Yeah."

Ayanokoji still showed no expression, but gave a slight nod.

Most people would have given up trying to chat after getting such a cold response from Ayanokoji. In this country, coldness meant rejection—it meant the person didn't want to talk to you. It was an unspoken rule among adults.

But Eito wasn't like most people.

He knew Ayanokoji might not dislike him. He might simply not know what to say.

"So, um, why did you choose this school? Is there something you're hoping to achieve?" He tried another topic, and asked the question he had most wanted to ask before transmigrating.

"...I don't know." This time, Ayanokoji looked at him strangely, his mind full of thoughts. "Maybe because I don't know, I want to find out."

It sounded as if he hadn't said much, but Eito already understood his answer.

That was life.

If you didn't know, you went looking for the answer. If you didn't understand, you tried it and found out.

"That's a great answer. I hereby declare that, from this moment on, you're my friend, Takeda Eito. What's your name?"

"Ayanokoji Kiyotaka."

"Takeda Eito. Pleased to meet you~" Eito held out his hand.

"...I don't like men."

Eito: "..."

"I was joking just now... Wasn't it funny...?"

"That was lame..."

"Sorry."

"It's fine." Though Ayanokoji's expressionless face showed no sign of remorse, Eito decided to forgive him anyway.

Now that he'd gotten on good terms with Ayanokoji, Eito decided to take things further and chat a little more to strengthen their friendship.

But then he heard an argument break out at the front of the bus.

Just as he remembered from the novel, the people arguing were a girl in uniform and a blond boy.

The blond boy was handsome, but the arrogance shining through his confident expression made him unpleasant to look at.

The woman thought an elderly lady standing nearby looked pitiful, so she asked the blond boy to give up his seat. He ignored her.

Eito knew who the blond boy was: Koenji Rokusuke, the young master of the Koenji Conglomerate from the original story. His true abilities were unknown, but he was probably on the same level as Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

Clearly, getting someone who considered himself a genius to give up his seat wasn't going to happen. The woman probably knew that, so why was she still doing it—

Eito's guess was that Koenji was sitting in a priority seat, and the woman disliked him, so she was trying to use moral pressure to force him to give it up.

Most people might have given up their seat just to avoid trouble in that situation. But the boy she was dealing with happened to be Koenji, who wouldn't back down. So she'd hit a wall.

"Lady, if you can provide convincing proof that this person is more valuable than I am and more deserving of this seat, then I'll graciously give it up."

"She's your elder, isn't she? Shouldn't you give her your seat?"

"Judging a person's worth by their age is clearly unreasonable. If anything, it's the opposite: a young person in the prime of life, with limitless potential, is more valuable to society than an elderly person. That's the correct way to judge. I have absolutely no reason to give up my seat."

The argument continued, but then another sweet voice chimed in:

"I think this young lady is right..."

A cute girl gathered her courage and spoke up. "That old woman may be old now, but you can't deny what she did in the past."

"Pretty girl, you make a good point." Koenji shook his head without concern. "But that still doesn't prove she's more valuable than I am."

When her attempt to persuade him failed, the cute girl—Kushida Kikyo—turned to everyone else, looking pitiful as she pleaded:

"Could a kind person give up their seat? This old lady really needs somewhere to sit. Please~"

Eito turned to Ayanokoji.

"Ayanokoji, what do you think?"

"I'd probably make the same choice he did."

"Is that so... How cold, Ayanokoji." Eito smiled.

He felt the same way as Ayanokoji, but—

"As punishment, you can sit with the old lady."

With that, he stood up and waved.

"There's a free seat here. Please, take mine."

Once the old woman had sat down, Eito ignored Ayanokoji's gaze and walked to the front to stand.

Right beside Kikyo, of course.

The little angel thanked him sweetly.

"Thanks for giving up your seat just now. I wouldn't have known what to do if you hadn't."

"No need to thank me. I wasn't planning on sitting anyway."

"Really... Why not?"

"There's such a cute girl on the bus. Of course I had to come meet her."

"Huh—th-this—"

Taken aback by his blunt words, Kikyo was about to say something when Eito walked over to the woman who had started the argument.

He even asked her name and held out his hand in greeting.

"..."

Kikyo instinctively wanted to take out a mirror and check her reflection, but stopped herself.

Before long, Eito returned to her side.

After what had just happened, she still wore a smile, but her tone was somewhat stiff.

"Classmate, your interests are... quite unique."

Eito could tell she was a little upset.

But this was all within his expectations.

"No, you've got it wrong. I'm not interested in her. I just wanted to ask her about the school. Since she's local, she probably knows a bit about it."

"Is that so? Then I misunderstood..." Kikyo patted her chest, trying to calm herself down. "Then who was the cute girl you mentioned just now? It wasn't me, was it...?"

"Mm, no."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly went still. Standing beside Kikyo, Eito felt a chill waft from her for a brief moment.

He hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I was joking. Of course I meant you when I said cute girl. I'm really sorry!"

"Phew—I understand." As expected of Kikyo, she quickly regained her sweet demeanor. "But don't joke like that with other girls too casually. They'll dislike you, and besides... it's not funny at all."