So what if I just rob?

Daichi Ishizaki's fist was about to touch Yuki Gyakukai when a nameless, searing pain erupted in his abdomen. At the same time, the fist he'd thrown twisted as if struck by a sledgehammer.

"Hey, boy, what the hell did you do?"

Albert Yamada, over two meters tall with African heritage, stared grimly at the sudden arrival, Yuki Gyakukai.

"What did you do to Ishizaki?"

This abrupt shift drew everyone's attention. The Class C students who'd been shoved aside moments ago now stared curiously at the unexpectedly handsome newcomer.

Mio Ibuki, who'd been knocked against a desk by Ishizaki, stood up shakily, one hand bracing her waist, the other on the desk.

Though waves of agony wracked her body with spasms, she still glared fiercely into the crowd.

At the center of the incident, Sho Ryuuen—pinned to the ground by Yamada—twisted his face into a snarl and spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle. His face was a mottled mess of black and blue, smeared with blood.

The red school uniform he'd been wearing was now torn to shreds, and the white shirt beneath was covered in grimy black footprints.

"You all saw it. I never laid a hand on anyone."

"And you—Yamada, was it? I'll call you Yamada-kun for now. Would you mind getting up?"

Though Yuki Gyakukai said "would you mind," his indifferent gaze and condescending attitude made it clear this was no request.

The next moment, before Albert Yamada could respond, Yuki Gyakukai's arm shot out, grabbed him by the collar, and with a burst of immense force—accompanied by gasps from the onlookers—lifted the two-meter-tall giant clean off the ground!

Of course, Yuki Gyakukai didn't do anything further. He simply held Albert Yamada aloft for three seconds, then set him back down steadily on the floor.

He followed up by grabbing that fool Sho Ryuuen and yanking him up as well.

He swept a cold gaze over the surrounding crowd. "I didn't come to Class C to mess around with you. I'm not your keeper, but it's best I don't see this kind of thing again. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to meet violence with violence."

The Class C girls, who'd initially taken a liking to Yuki Gyakukai because of his handsome face, now furrowed their brows in unison.

"Which class is he from, acting so high and mighty?"

"Hey! Seriously, who the hell are you, man? Don't you know this is Class C?"

No response. With a cold face, Yuki Gyakukai pushed through the crowd and walked toward the Class B members still standing at the podium.

Seeing him like this, the Class C students, who'd been a bit timid before, now broke into sneers and mockery:

"So he hears this is Class C territory and tucks his tail between his legs? What a coward... hahaha!"

"Meet violence with violence? Pfft!"

"What a joke..."

"BANG!!!" A violent crash rang out, metal shrieking.

The Class C classroom fell silent. The same people who'd been jeering moments ago now stared in terror at the figure on the podium.

Up on the podium, Ichinose and the others, who'd had worry flickering in their eyes, now wore expressions of pure shock.

Even the two homeroom teachers, who'd been watching the show, fixed their gazes on the podium—on Yuki Gyakukai, his face cold as ice.

"Oh? Calmed down now?"

Yuki Gyakukai's expression was indifferent, no longer wearing that faint smile. His black pupils gleamed with a predatory chill.

The steel podium beneath him had been punched clean through by his bulging-veined fist, leaving a massive crater in its surface.

"BANG!!!"

Another thunderous impact. Another deep crater appeared on the already battered podium.

This time, the Class C crowd completely deflated. Their arrogance vanished, replaced by the timid demeanor of frightened quails. They shrank their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Good. Looks like you've finally calmed down."

"Now, everyone back to your seats. My time is limited."

Scrape, scrape!

A flurry of movement. Under Yuki Gyakukai's icy stare, everyone sat quietly in their seats, the earlier chaos gone.

"Remember, don't go picking fights with people. Not everyone is as easygoing as I am."

Under the absolute dominance of brute force, no one in Class C dared to argue. In the grip of an indescribable terror, some couldn't stop their legs from trembling.

Sitting in his seat, face bloodied and looking thoroughly beaten, Sho Ryuuen's eyes gleamed with a predatory light.

He stared fixedly at the podium—at Yuki Gyakukai, who'd used absolute violence to subdue the entire Class C in just thirty seconds.

And not just Ryuuen. A few others in Class C also began sizing up this stranger from another class.

"Students of Class C, I am Yuki Gyakukai, leader of Class B, First Year. I'm formally proposing a transaction. You have the right to refuse, but you'll bear the consequences."

After giving them thirty seconds to think, Yuki Gyakukai shifted his gaze to the Class C homeroom teacher standing by the door—Kazuma Sakamoto.

His earlier indifference vanished, replaced by a faint smile. He gestured apologetically at the now thoroughly wrecked podium.

Though he was smiling, Kazuma Sakamoto felt as if he were being stared down by a ferocious beast. His face stiffened, and every hair on his body stood on end.

"Sakamoto-sensei, sorry about that outburst. I'd like to ask—how much is this podium? I'll buy it."

"Ahem. This podium is school property. I'll sell it to you for 30,000 points." Kazuma Sakamoto cleared his throat with a strategic cough.

"Alright. Please accept the points."

After transferring 30,000 points, watching his personal points dwindle sharply, he casually turned off the phone screen.

Then he shifted his gaze to Ryuji Kanzaki behind him. "Kanzaki, you'll take the lead on the selling rules in a bit. You can give them a few hints as appropriate."

"Got it." Kanzaki nodded, but cast a meaningful glance at Yuki Gyakukai's left hand. "Is your hand okay?"

"It's fine."

Looking at that fair, delicate skin and long, slender knuckles—the podium had been smashed to pieces just moments ago, yet now there wasn't even a trace of red.

Terrifying.

"Are you really sure you're okay, Gyakukai-kun?" Ichinose's face was full of worry as she stared at that left hand, but out of feminine reserve, she didn't flip it over and examine it like a curious child the way Shibata did.

Chihiro Shiramami was also a bit curious, mixed with some concern, as she joined Shibata Hayate in observing that left hand.

As Kanzaki gave Class C a few hints and also informed them that Class B had already sold the information to Class A, Hiyori Shiina, who had been quietly reading and keeping a low profile in the class, raised a question. "How many hidden rules did Class A buy from you?"

"Five."

"And what price did you offer?"

"500,000 personal points per hidden rule."

Ryuji Kanzaki wasn't foolish enough to directly reveal the base price they'd sold to Class A.

When Class C heard that it was 500,000 personal points per hidden rule, they instantly erupted into an uproar, but after considering the other person on the podium, they reined in their thoughts.

"How is this any different from robbery?!"

Mio Ibuki, who was always blunt and straight to the point, didn't hold back. She furrowed her brow and stared directly at the Class B members on the podium.

"You guessed right. We are robbing you. But so what?"

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