Chapter 255 Meeting
“Shikoku Gakuin Student Council Recruitment Application Form…”
Looking at the neat name on the form in her hand, the young girl couldn’t help but tilt her head, turn to look at the cute girl leading the way in front of her, and finally cast her gaze back to the handwriting on the form, which was exactly the same as her own.
[Is this a show of force? Is it because the last mission was too outstanding?]
While pondering the intentions of her superior, Kazumi, followed the girl who called herself Sanae Fujika, walking towards the teaching building located north of the school.
As for Shinichi Sato, after Kazumi heard the name of President Kurokawa, the girl made an excuse about applying for a clerical position in the student council and sent him away.
After all, he was an executive with a clear status in the [Dark] Organization. As for herself, who was already in the darkness, it didn’t matter. But this foolish and clumsy boy, Kazumi didn’t want him to get involved because of her.
Fools should just live their lives carefree and without a care in the world!
Shaking her head, Kazumi cast aside the unfounded thoughts about Shinichi Sato and refocused her attention on the current situation.
[The handwriting, exactly the same as mine, proves that the other party has the ability to imitate, or even replace me. Moreover, to be the president of the student council of Shikoku Gakuin as someone from the Dark Organization, and to show it to me so openly, is clearly a naked display of force.]
[It’s only been a day since the mission ended, so they are probably calling me to report on Saturday’s situation.]
[Damn it, because of Mai Shinomiyai, the strength I displayed has exceeded my planned scope!]
[What if…….]
Kazumi’s cold little face furrowed slightly, and she slowly followed Sanae Fujika, her mind racing.
Without even thinking too hard, Kazumi knew that the real purpose of [Shell] calling her here was definitely not to report on Saturday’s situation.
Given how much attention [Shell] had paid to that mission, and that it was to assist another strong practitioner, Masashi Sakuraba, not only would Masashi Sakuraba, as a close friend, tell him the information at the time, but Kazumi even suspected that [Shell] was present at the time or witnessed all the battles in some way.
After all, compared to achieving the objective of the mission, that action was more like an “onboarding test” for her in Kazumi’s opinion.
[So this time it’s to explain the mission process, and to integrate into this organization lurking in the school?]
[But it shouldn’t come to me. Even if the strength displayed has exceeded a certain extent, I am now just a pawn with a little potential in their eyes. This can be seen from Masashi Sakuraba’s attitude towards me. The chance of direct elimination is very small. It should be more about persuasion.]
[But I should keep a low profile later. In such a foggy organization, it’s not a good idea to stand out.]
After thinking for a while longer, Kazumi’s worries were somewhat alleviated. For Kazumi, who was an adult, interacting with her superiors was a subject worth studying repeatedly, let alone now that her superior had the ability to kill her at any time.
The two did not walk too quickly, and after about ten minutes of leisurely walking, they arrived at the fifth floor of the teaching building.
Kazumi had wanted to inquire about some information from this cute senior who was delivering the message, but she was also wary of [Shell]’s almost abnormal abilities, so she still did not dare to do anything too over the line, and finally, honestly followed her to the door of this unremarkable office.
“Knock knock knock—”
Sanae Fujika, wearing her hair in a bun, walked to the door with “Student Council” written on it, looked back at Kazumi, who was silent behind her, and then turned back.
In Kazumi’s view, the girl’s originally fair and tender palm suddenly surged inexplicably, as if a monster was parasitized in that short palm, and finally, a pale and shriveled eye grew on her palm.
Then, the girl took a deep breath and gently knocked on the thick wooden door in front of her with her right hand, which had grown an eyeball.
“President Kurokawa!”
Her soft and lively voice echoed in the stairwell, and the moment the girl’s palm touched the wooden door, a strange and obscure power spread from the point of contact.
“Come in.”
The originally closed door, as if driven by some force, slowly opened from the inside, accompanied by the dry and harsh sound of the door opening and the indifferent tone devoid of any fluctuation, a familiar yet pleasant腥臭气息 (bloody and raw smell) surged out from inside the door.
What appeared before Kazumi was a sealed room watered by flesh and mucus.
Sanae Fujika turned back and checked on Kazumi with some concern, only to find that the newcomer’s face showed no fear whatsoever, still retaining the same cold expression as before.
Muttering silently a few times, she no longer delayed, leading Kazumi into the room.
Suppressing the slight excitement in her eyes, Kazumi followed Sanae Fujika in front of her and stepped onto the soft yet seemingly breathing fleshy floor inside the room. Her jet-black eyes couldn’t help but begin to observe the surrounding scene.
This scene of flesh and blood surrounding was a replica of what the girl had seen in the factory that day. It was probably [Shell]’s ability to open up an independent space composed of grotesque flesh and blood, and it seemed to possess no small attack capability.
Reaching out to touch the doorframe, which had become a pile of exposed flesh, Kazumi had already begun to regret not choosing a flesh-type Abomination for her Executive’s position. Rationally speaking, the Lich’s choice was of great help to the development of the entire territory, and she had already seen the results.
But in terms of personal preference, she would still prefer a flesh-and-blood type territory!
Casting a slightly regretful glance at the surrounding room, Kazumi retracted her gaze and obediently followed the girl to the desk in the center of the room, which was made of a pile of rotten flesh.
The muscles intertwined on the floor continuously wrapped around, finally revealing a large circular hole, and a gray figure slowly rose from below.
With a hopeful gaze towards the gray figure that slowly appeared in her field of vision, the eagerness in the girl’s eyes inexplicably extinguished, leaving only the ice-like coldness.
Slightly bowing her head, the girl looked at the clean-cut young boy wearing a uniform with her remaining vision, and her cold yet somewhat respectful calm tone echoed in this bloody and absurd space.
“Master Shell.”
