I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

There were wounds I had never seen before and containers and liquids I had never seen scattered around my sister’s body.

Later I found out that it was the "seed" of the tentacle.

I couldn’t explain why I would smuggle those things back at that time.

But...my intuition tells me that the means to fight that monster must only exist among these things.

"Experimental

Human tentacle weapons, implanted into the human body later in life”

The description reads: The host will gain great power...but if it is not properly maintained, it will fall into hellish pain.

"...I don't care."

At that time, Akari Yukimura took out the injection gun from the box and looked at himself in the mirror, with a burning light in his eyes.

It was the same when I decided to be an actor. Once I made the decision, I would go all the way.

Forged ID card, using the name of a supporting actor in a single episode of a TV series that he appeared in a long time ago.

At that time, I made up my mind to play this role perfectly! !

"Kaede Kayano, congratulations on successfully transferring to Chuqiuqiu Middle School. This is the first time I have seen a child who can pass the transfer exam so neatly!" The principal announced this to her with a smile on his face while holding the transcript. information.

If the message on the note is true, the monster that killed his sister and escaped will definitely become the homeroom teacher of Class 3-E of Chuqiu Middle School.

So I chose to dye my hair and lower my moral character in order to enter a class specifically for students with bad conduct - Class E in the third year.

Although it is still unclear why the monster took over the class that his sister was responsible for during her lifetime. However, as a younger sister, there is only one thing I should do——

That is to hide the heart of revenge... play the role of Kaede Kayano well.

The needle of the syringe was inserted into the back of the neck, and the substance in it invaded the body, giving him a powerful force.

And after that... maddening pain.

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The tentacle once asked me in my mind, it asked me who I wanted to be.

"Want to be a killer."

This is the answer I gave.

Become a killer who can perfectly conceal the hatred in his heart and the severe physical pain, and never change his expression until the final strike.

"As long as I can avenge my sister, I won't hesitate to die."

Mao Yefeng looked at Heidao Zuoxi, who was lying quietly in front of him, and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.

"Now, my mission is finally completed..."

The surrounding students were silent. After listening to Kayano Kaede's narration about his past, they didn't know what to say.

Koro-sensei is dead. Although Kayano-san succeeded in taking revenge, on the other hand, with the death of Koro-sensei, all the unexplained mysteries have been thrown into the grave and sealed forever.

Is the third-year Class E, the Assassination Classroom, disbanded like this?

Can such a result really satisfy everyone?

The answer must be no, whether it is Xiao Mo, Kayano, or anyone else...if you ask them the same question.

"Do you like Assassination Classroom? What do you like here?"

They will all answer without hesitation:

"Of course I do, I like everything here."

"If you had another chance, would you choose to continue living in Class E until graduation?" a voice asked.

"If there was no hatred, there would be no "Korosensei" to kill, and no mission to save the earth. Can this place still become an assassination classroom? "

"Of course!!"

Suddenly, Shioda Nagisa walked out from among the crowd.

He replied loudly with firm eyes: "Because there is one more target we want to kill! Before graduation, the Assassination Classroom will still continue! That is you - Teacher Cheng!"

"...!?"

All the surrounding scenery turned into colorful sand and gravel as if awakened from a dream, swept up by the sea breeze... and disappeared.

Kayano Feng watched in surprise as the two tentacles around him shattered like bubbles. Then he reached out and touched the back of his neck. There was nothing there - as if it had ceased to exist in the first place.

"How, how is it possible?!"

The round sphere wrapped in a transparent shell appeared in front of the students out of thin air again, but this time, the expression on Koro-sensei's face, the smile, could not show any relief.

"Kill, Koro-sensei?! You're not dead?!"

Cheng Rang finally appeared behind his classmates. When the ethereal mechanical sound subsided, he slowly opened his eyes again and said to everyone: "It's not that Koro-sensei is not dead, but that he has never been killed."

"What?"

【Righteous Eye of God】

With the prosthetic eye of God, you can have the ability to control anyone's vision. The all-seeing prosthetic eye on top of the prosthetic eye of illusion. This level of illusion can even be said to be "another" for ordinary people. a reality".

Whether it is touch, taste, or even hearing and feeling, everything can be imitated.

Facing the students who looked at a loss, Cheng Rang smiled and opened his hands: "This time you have carefully prepared an excellent movie for Koro-sensei that can be called a public execution. As a teacher, I also You prepared one."

"How's it going? Now that you've watched this movie, do you want to know more about Korosensei's thoughts? I think Koro-sensei himself also feels like he wants to spit it out. After all, he was misunderstood by his own students. It’s really uncomfortable.”

"So, let's let him explain it in person this time."

Cheng Rang led the students to look at Koro-sensei on the beach.

"What's your intention - Mr. Death, the first generation?"

No.

One Hundred and Twenty One Past Time (Part 1)

grim Reaper.

Nagisa Shioda clearly remembered that it was mentioned by Mr. Lowero, Mr. Irina's master - the strongest symbol in the assassination world.

Only the strongest assassin can have the title of "Death", but Teacher Cheng calls Koro-sensei the first generation of Death...

Cheng Rang stepped forward and grabbed Koro-sensei with one hand, "In addition, you don't have to worry about Kayano-san's condition. The tentacle parasitic on her body has been killed by me."

As if stating something big, no one even saw Teacher Cheng take action, and the source of the pain and strength that Kayano Feng had been holding back was killed.

"Besides, I also asked you to kill Koro-sensei once, so don't show that disappointed expression."

Cheng Rang reached out and poked the transparent shell on Teacher Koro's head and said: "Hey, hurry up and explain clearly the grudges between you and Teacher Xuecun. Your students have misunderstood you for so long under your nose. .”

"... Koro-sensei, Kayano went so far as to take your life. It is absolutely impossible to achieve such an assassination with half-hearted awareness and determination. And this assassination, the death of Yukimura-sensei, Koro-sensei, your past... …It’s inextricably linked to us all.”

"Please tell us, as long as you tell the truth, we can accept it no matter what the past is."

…

Koro-sensei looked at the classmates surrounding him and seemed to be struggling for a long time before slowly sighing.

"If possible... Weishi really doesn't want to mention his past. But now he has to talk about it. After all, Weishi really doesn't want to lose the trust and bond between himself and his classmates."

"Just like what Teacher Cheng said, the teacher from two years ago... was the killer known as the "God of Death". "

"Another point is that even if we leave him alone, I will die in March next year. Whether I will die alone, or the earth will be wiped out. The impact that our assassination can have on the future is limited to this."

Under the surprised eyes of his classmates, Koro-sensei just talked about those memories that he had hidden deep in his heart... when he was a human being.

He was born in a slum with extremely harsh conditions, where parents betrayed their children and betrayal by friends and women was common.

No one can be trusted.

Justice has become a shield for corrupt officials, and "medicine" has become a prop for mass-producing useless people. Here, the so-called human beings are just like garbage, creatures who came to the world for the sake of death.

Growing up in an environment where he could trust no one, the only reality he could believe in as a child was that people would die if they were killed.

Therefore, he chose to become a killer.

And this is his calling. Use strength and skill to kill smart targets, use knowledge to kill powerful targets, and for targets with both civil and military skills, use your charisma to win them over.

If you don't have the talent to surpass him, you can't escape the assassination he initiates.

As a result, he was simply invincible.

No matter how difficult the commission, he accepted it and cleverly avoided the strict guard that others thought there was absolutely no way to break through. Let the president of a certain superpower "die a natural death".

In just one week, two dozen cadres and generals were killed, ending a civil war that had lasted for ten years.

After killing thousands of targets, the world gave him the nickname "Death".

Due to an opportunity, the God of Death accepted the son of a rich man who was killed by him as his disciple. However, the only disciple betrayed his master during a mission, stole the name of the God of Death, and became the second generation of the God of Death.

Because of this, the first generation of Death was captured by the government. In order to prevent social panic, the first generation of Death was secretly sent to a human experiment on "self-production of antimatter" to produce tentacles. In the process of undergoing experiments, I met Aguri Yukimura who came to the research base to help.

At first, he was thinking about killing the woman in front of him who was responsible for taking care of him and escaping from here. However, as time passed, the two gradually got to know each other... He was infected by Yukimura Aguri's enthusiasm and frankness, and learned that During the other times when she came to the institute to help for free, she was actually a middle school teacher.

"Are you giving exam questions to students?" He sat on the experimental bed and looked at the figure writing at the desk not far away through the transparent bulletproof glass.

Aguri raised his head and smiled: "Yes, it is stipulated that laptops cannot be brought in, so I can only write by hand~"

In the eyes of the "God of Death", Aguri's time is very easy to figure out the rules.

I work as a teacher from 6 am to 7 pm, and monitor the experimental platform from 8 pm to 2 am, which is the time I spend with myself.

"Such a question is not acceptable." He stood up and puffed out the fog on the glass in front of him, quickly writing equations with his fingers. "The difficulty of the quadratic equation question must at least reach this level. If you are facing children from key schools, Not to mention."

Aguri looked at the title on the glass and smiled bitterly. Even in order for him to understand it, the other party wrote it on the glass backwards and accurately.

"I, a working teacher, was actually educated by a killer..."

Three months after arriving here... the relationship between the killer and the teacher gradually began to become like old friends.

With the Shinigami's skills, it would be easy to brainwash her...but her authority in the research facility is extremely low, so there is no value to be exploited.

On the contrary... His Majesty the God of Death, who has had enough of fighting and killing, has become somewhat interested in the life of an "ordinary person" like her.

They began to discuss everything from the daily life in the class to the various test questions given to the students, and their interactions became more and more in-depth.

So the God of Death knew that Class 3-E of Chugigaoka Middle School, which Aguri was in charge of, seemed to be a very famous class.

Put a group of poor students into another school building, and the class teacher will basically be a new teacher, and he must teach all subjects alone.

The comprehensive teaching ability of new teachers will be tempered in this way, and the teaching costs for poor students will also be reduced - in the eyes of Death, this policy is very reasonable.

But after all, Aguri's ability is limited, not to mention that after her job as a teacher is over, she has no more time to prepare lessons for the poor students in Class E, so she always complains to the God of Death that she is distracted and lacks skills.

"Well...even my professional chemistry is a complete failure. You are obviously more suitable to be a teacher than me, Mr. Death." He said this.

"No wonder, after all, I once pretended to be a university professor for work. However, I am not suitable for the position of teacher..."

Because the reason why he fell to this point was because of the betrayal of his students.

"As the saying goes, people's hearts are separated from each other. I feel that I should have fully explored his potential and firmly controlled him, but who would have thought..."

After listening to his narration, Aguri was silent for a moment and said, "I seem to be able to understand."

"?"

"Your students... probably just want your attention, right?"

He thought, "After all, identification ability and personality are the basic links for manipulating the human form——"

But the sudden electric current knocked the second half of his words back into his throat, and his whole body collapsed to the ground with electric sparks, shocking Aguri.

The voice of the experiment leader Yanagisawa came from the loudspeaker above his head: "The relaxing and pleasant rest time is over, little white mouse. It's time to start the experiment again. Lie down on the restraint platform."

…

The content of Yanagisawa's research is revolutionary and even exceeds the limits of existing science and technology to a large extent. Correspondingly... naturally there were many major calculation errors.

Aguri knelt down in front of the glass worriedly, looking at the man on the other side who was so painful that he vomited blood all over the ground and was twisting his body like an earthworm on a hot pot...

As the experiment progressed, the body of the God of Death began to show obvious changes. His fingers began to lose their joints and were able to extend like tentacles, and moved extremely fast.

Antimatter energy has begun to circulate in his body, making metabolism far beyond the limits of ordinary people possible.