Weakness Leads to Evil?

[1. This book contains a large number of the author's personal opinions, including insults directed at characters. If you cannot accept this, you may leave now.]

[2. This book is a realistic series. It will depict the history of Japan. If a school like Kōdo Ikusei Senior High School actually appeared in reality, this is what would happen to society.]

[3. A large amount of original plot, original intellectual battle exams, original characters. It will not interfere with Kiyotaka Ayanokōji's main storyline. Not a harem. No character stupidity for plot convenience.]

[5. The protagonist's early personality is entirely a disguise.]

[6. There will be some descriptions of radio-wave, philosophical, and nihilistic thoughts. I hope everyone can accept this.]

"There are empty seats, how Lucky... I thought I'd have to stand."

A girl sat down in a regular seat next to the priority seating. Her bright purple hair, under the sunlight, looked like a color from the stars. Her purple pupils sparkled as she looked around. She seemed out of place with the surrounding atmosphere.

Wait! I'm a guy! What girl? Don't get it wrong!

Well, well, I don't mean to deceive you all, either. It's because my profession is 'swindler.'

Lies interwoven with reality, living in the underworld where one performs without showing their true face, a pitiful creature suppressing their true self.

My strengths? Does being cute count? It makes people let their guard down. Being eloquent counts too, right? After all, I do enjoy reading books on philosophy.

The industry divides swindlers into three types. Those who deceive others for money are called White Herons. Those who use the opposite sex to toy with people are called Red Herons. And those who prey on both White and Red Herons, swindling the swindlers, are called Black Herons.

Of course, I don't have that kind of skill. This humble one is just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill talent. An ordinary, run-of-the-mill student just entering high school.

[Otonashi? Star Color] is my name. From The Colour Out of Space. One of my favorite Lovecraft stories. Just through words, it truly brought me an unknown, terrifying alien creature. A film adaptation of the original work was released in 2010. A niche movie. My only complaint was that its name was translated as The Space Alien Sex Demon.

The ionizing radiation produced by radioactive elements can also ionize the air, creating some indescribable glow. When the Chernobyl nuclear power plant exploded, the massive amount of vaporized radioactive elements violently ionized the surrounding air, creating a beautiful band of radiation light. It attracted many people to a bridge in Chernobyl to watch this rare and wonderful sight. Later, everyone who watched from that bridge died of radiation sickness. That railway bridge became known as the Bridge of Death. If science hadn't explained it all, perhaps there really would be an urban legend about the Star Color in reality.

Countless gatherings occur here, accompanied by countless partings. Whether it's a bus or a school, it's all the same.

Star Color's purple hair swayed gently. He softly closed his manga. Time to return to the oppressive, dull real world.

He watched the crimson tide of people flood into the bus's stomach. It inadvertently made Star Color wonder if everyone would let the bus digest their youth, then expel it as toxic fumes from the exhaust pipe.

Compared to the students in red jackets, Star Color felt like a complete oddball. Since the school allowed custom-tailored uniforms for a fee, he had three sets made in a beige-brown color, complete with a hood. A bit eccentric, perhaps, but at least it looked better than the vibrant, youthful red jackets and stiff white shirts.

Surrounded by a crowd of jackets burning through their own youth and lifespan, the feeling of being an outsider grew stronger. A bit troublesome. After all, those who don't fit the mainstream trend are easily ostracized, even leading to terrible things like school bullying. So he regretted it a little...

The bus stopped. Office workers got off in a noisy crowd. Fresh orange-red blood was injected into the bus. The priority seat next to me was plopped down on by someone. An elderly woman, carrying a heavy bag and holding onto the bus handrail, stood unsteadily beside the priority seat.

"Don't you think you should give up your seat?"

A voice, right next to his ear, exploded in Star Color's ears. Like an explosive substance? Anyway, Star Color just felt his brain matter buzzing.

Like a startled animal, he slowly raised his head and looked at the OL woman who had murdered the peaceful atmosphere.

Fortunately, Star Color was not the center of this storm. Just a neighbor.

The target of the OL woman's accusation was the burly, blond-haired man sitting in the priority seat next to Star Color. Star Color couldn't help but inwardly complain, how many hormones did this guy take to look like a high schooler...

"Hey, you sitting there! Don't you see the old lady struggling?"

"What a Crazy question, Ly."

Japanese mixed with English. Are you some kind of unskilled professional rapper? Star Color broke out in a cold sweat... At this moment, caught in the gaze of everyone, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Why must I give this seat to the old woman? There's no reason at all."

"The seat you're sitting in now is the priority seat. It's only natural to give it up to an elder, right?"

Star Color sincerely prayed to God, Buddha, Amaterasu, Brahma, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. He hoped this boring farce wouldn't drag him in.

"I can't understand it. Even if it's a priority seat, there's no legal obligation to give it up. Whether to give up the seat or not is my judgment, as the current occupant of this seat. Young people have to give up their seats? What a Nonsense way of thinking. I'm a healthy young man. While standing isn't really inconvenient, sitting is clearly more comfortable and less energy-consuming. I don't intend to do any worthless, meaningless good deeds."

After saying this, the blond gorilla grinned and added a line.

"Or will you give me a Tip?"

The OL woman was a bit annoyed.

"Th-This is your attitude towards an elder?"

"Elder? You and the old woman have both lived longer lives than me. That's obvious and undeniable. But an 'elder' refers to someone of higher status, you know. And you have a problem too. Even with the age difference, aren't you putting on a very arrogant, very condescending attitude?"

"You... You're a high schooler, aren't you! When an adult speaks, you just listen obediently!"

"It's alright, it's alright..."

The old woman gently patted her on the back. The somewhat flustered OL woman was shut out.

"It seems that compared to you, the old woman is more reasonable. Ah, Japanese society still has some value after all. You just enjoy the rest of your life to the fullest."

Star Color thought the OL woman was too young. Throughout the conversation, she was completely led by the nose, and she didn't manage her emotions well. In communication, controlling one's own emotions is the most basic of basics. With such a strong sense of justice, the family that raised a child with this kind of justice probably wasn't poor. Maybe her father was a teacher, police officer, firefighter, or lawyer? And the OL woman might have a younger brother around their age. Her usual role at home was probably the strict older sister who tightly controlled her younger brother, which led to her condescending, preachy tone during the conversation, and her emphasis on her own age.

She must be the type of woman who constantly says things like, "I'm your big sister! Listen to me!" and "Do what your sister says!" My condolences to the little brother. (Laughs)

The debate between the blond gorilla and the OL woman... if this were a test paper out of 10, Star Color would only give it a 2. Too childish an exchange of opinions, let's set that aside. Why would a rich kid, instead of riding in a luxury car, insist on fighting for a seat with commoners like us? This scion of a wealthy family, 'Rokusuke Kōgenji,' his taste is just too perverse.

Suddenly, Star Color had a wild idea. Maybe there were a lot of these rich kids here. When a truck from the opposite lane came, the kind that's an isekai reincarnation cheat item, he'd grab the driver's steering wheel. Send all these loaded bastards to another world for a battle royale or some super-development...

What a terrifying thought. Star Color lightly shook his head, trying to shake out this intrusive, horrible idea.