I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

"Not a single one was caught..."

"Not a single one caught?" Takaoka Akira's voice rose a few decibels. "Twelve are dead, and you're telling me not a single one caught? Were any killed?"

"No... A team was wiped out near the teaching building and is completely incapacitated..."

"Who are the dead people?" Takaoka Akira forced himself to suppress his anger.

Next time, next time we must transfer someone from the Ministry of Defense!

But thinking about how he messed this up, he wondered what his superiors would do to him...

No, we have to keep these people here!

But where are we going to get more people at this time? Everyone should be armed!

He's forgotten that he was the one who initially said we didn't need these people, and that we didn't need guns and that students were useless.

"They all have..."

As Akira Takaoka listened to each name, he couldn't help but tremble.

Some of these people can die, and some cannot!

Wait, why are all the dead staff members?

"Not a single guard died, but twelve of my men died?" Takaoka Akira was very suspicious that this was being targeted at him.

"No... two guards died too."

"Didn't you say you weren't dead?" Takaoka Akira roared again.

boom!

A beautiful-looking ashtray was smashed on the ground, creating a small dent in the otherwise neat floor.

“They just died… We discovered that there were two people who didn’t kill, only that student was the one who was killing.”

"Ha." Takaoka Akira laughed in anger: "A student, a student whose mind is completely destroyed, killed fourteen people? You're kidding me!"

"No, it's not just the students killing people, those two started killing too. They're killing staff members, they just seem to be avoiding the guards."

"So, the current situation is that fifty fully armed guards, plus you bunch of good-for-nothings, are going to be wiped out at the school?" Takaoka Akira said coldly, "Can't you just evacuate?"

"We can evacuate? Okay, okay!"

Akira Takaoka hung up the phone.

How could a student kill so many people? What kind of student is this...?

What kind of student is he?

He suddenly thought of a group of students who were indeed capable of doing these things.

He quickly picked up the student's file and glanced at it.

That's not right, it doesn't match up at all.

I was overthinking it. Those people have already graduated, and they all have their own jobs and lives.

There are so many capable people in the world, we shouldn't think of them every time something like this happens.

He shook his head, finding his own absurd idea laughable.

Those people all have legitimate jobs: university professors, actors, virtual idols, government employees, police officers, politicians' secretaries, heirs, shop owners, diplomats, researchers—I've never heard of anyone becoming a killer.

Honestly, I'm so confused. How could thinking about students automatically lead me to think about those guys?

A smile appeared in Akira Takaoka's mind.

That smile became a nightmare he could never shake off for the rest of his life.

Ring ring ring...

Just then, his phone rang again.

He answered the phone, saying irritably, "Hello, what is it now?"

"Principal... the password to the secret passage has been changed, it's locked, and that person has already gone to the staff dormitory!"

Not only are students not allowed to leave the school, but teachers also stay in the dormitories most of the time.

"Then you can all just wait to die!"

boom!

He slammed his phone on the table and smashed it to pieces.

This matter is beyond his control; at this point, it must be reported!

Instead of wasting time arguing, it's better to shift the blame first.

He scratched his face, took out another phone, and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey, Takaoka, don't you know what time it is?"

"Um, there's something I need to report..."

"What can't we talk about tomorrow? If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, you can go back to jail."

"Yes... our school is being targeted by a group of highly trained mercenaries. So far, 137 of them have been identified, and I suspect they're after you, young master..."

Pfft!

A dagger pierced straight through his neck!

Akira Takaoka's pupils gradually dilated, and he strained to twist his neck, as if trying to see who it was.

"Heh, heh..."

What he saw was a head of short blue hair and a warm smile.

"Hey, hey, mercenary? What are you saying? Are you listening?"

Chapter 197 I'm sorry

Naoto Uesaki's pain had begun to numb him.

He should be covered in gunshot wounds now, but those wounds will heal quickly, and he'll be as if he'd never been injured.

"No, don't kill me..." A girl crouched in the corner of the room, trembling as she looked at Uesaki Naoto, who looked as if he were stained with blood.

Naoto Uesaki had met her before; she was a student, but not in the same cohort as him, having arrived a month later.

She was quite good-looking, which is why she ended up in the instructor's dormitory.

Looking at the two instructors lying in pools of blood, her pupils dilated, her heart filled with fear.

Or rather, her heart was constantly filled with fear, and if it weren't for the will to live instilled by her psychologist, she would have committed suicide long ago.

Naoto Uesaki looked at the girl in front of him as if he were looking at his past self.

He took off his school uniform and slowly walked up to the girl.

The girl dared not resist; she had long forgotten what resistance was.

Any resistance will only lead to more intense treatment.

"You're free." Naoto Uesaki covered the girl with his school uniform, which was full of holes.

"Freedom..." The girl was somewhat confused as she listened to the unfamiliar word.

She felt that she was just a tool, a tool that could eat, talk, and walk.

No, we can rule out the possibility that she can speak, since she rarely communicates normally.

It's not just her; most pretty girls are in the same situation as her now.

With further counseling from a psychologist and subsequent training, they will transform into seemingly normal individuals who are actually venomous snakes.

“Hmm, freedom, perhaps you will never understand… Perhaps, killing you is the only way to free you.” Naoto Uesaki stood up, turned and left the room.

When he went outside, he saw that the corridor was full of corpses, and next to the corpses were all kinds of weapons, iron bars, electric batons, whips, and so on.

His katana wasn't anything high-end; one was longer than the other, and the blade was in terrible condition.

He knew the rest of the people were running away, but he didn't have the strength to chase after so many.

He no longer has the physical strength to support himself.

Looking at the sky that was about to brighten, he gritted his teeth and walked up to the two men whose legs had been cut off and who could not move.

One of them was the instructor who was specifically in charge of their dormitory.

"Where is Sakurai?" Uesaki Naoto pointed his long sword at him and said softly, "I came back to take him away. If you hadn't insisted on killing me, I wouldn't have necessarily killed you. I... am not some kind of devil."

"Not the devil?" His instructor, clutching his wound, said in a trembling voice, "Do you know how many people you killed today? You're not afraid at all, and you still say you're not the devil?"

Murder is something that would terrify any normal person!

Let alone murder, even killing a cat or dog would make you uncomfortable, right?

Even though many people online are decisive and ruthless, in reality they might not even dare to kill a chicken.

And what about Naoto Uesaki? He seems perfectly fine!

He showed no fear of killing, not even excitement; he was as calm as a butcher with blood on his hands!

Only certain special departments within the Ministry of Defense can accomplish this!

Even soldiers, even new recruits, aren't immune to bloodshed on the battlefield!

Putting aside the emotions, the whole place reeks of blood, and many people have even lost control of their bladders from fright. The entire corridor smells terrible, yet he didn't even gag!

“I’ve probably killed more people than you have,” Uesaki Naoto said softly. “Why didn’t you run away?”

The instructor trembled. If it weren't for the death order, if those men hadn't been given time to escape, how could they have faced death like this?

If they leave, they might survive, but what about their families? What will happen then?

Those guys are inhuman.

“If you don’t talk, I’ll kill you and make him talk.” Naoto Uesaki pointed his long sword at the person next to the instructor.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Seeing a chance to live, the other person quickly said that he would tell them everything he knew.