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

Her stockings, her skirt, began to catch fire, and soon she would be burned beyond recognition, until only her bones remained.

The fire will conceal everything, including her sins.

Just then, a small fire truck was suddenly driven out by Monokuma.

As Celestia watched the fire truck getting closer and closer, something suddenly occurred to her, and all her madness stopped.

She screamed frantically, "No, please, don't do this!"

boom!

Celestia was thrown into the air by the fire truck and fell into the garbage pit where Reverse Thirteen had been thrown earlier.

This is an insult to her.

Actually, dying by crashing into a car is much more comfortable than being burned at the stake, but she doesn't need such a gentle way to die; she wants a dignified way to die.

Unfortunately, Junko Enoshima did not give her that kind of respect.

At that moment, Celestia's world turned into black and white.

She found that she couldn't move anything until someone appeared in front of her.

Luo Feng remained hidden in the shadows, and a mechanical, synthesized voice spoke up: "Are you unwilling to accept this?"

"How could I possibly accept this!"

"I am the devil, the devil in the Bible, the kind you are familiar with. As long as you offer your soul, you will not only not die, but you will also live in the castle you long for, with no worries about food and clothing every day."

"Really? To offer up your soul?" Celestia asked anxiously.

"Of course." Luo Feng smiled.

However, you will not live in the castle as the owner.

When you see a naive and innocent master who knows nothing, and a master who knows nothing but married into a wealthy family by luck and lives a life of luxury every day, while you can only live in a dark storage room, I wonder if you would like that contrast?

She is a very proud person, someone who aspires to a high-end lifestyle.

Living like that was more painful for her than dying.

Just like how she would rather be burned at the stake than be in a car accident.

"I'm willing, I'm willing!" Celestia's eyes shone with hope: "I'm willing to give my soul!"

"Your soul will be tormented in hell forever."

"I do not care!"

Making a pact with the devil to become a princess in a castle, even going to hell after death would be a dignified thing for her.

"Okay, then you can wait for everyone to rescue you... Within a week, you will definitely be able to live that kind of life."

…………

boom!

Celestia fell down the pipe into a garbage-filled underground world.

"Ok?"

Just then, a voice rang in her ear.

"It hurts so much, you bunch of bitches..." Celestia struggled to sit up, only to see that Reizo Jūzō was looking at her with a surprised expression.

"You're not dead?" Celestia's expression changed. "You pervert, why aren't you dead!"

"Hmph." Ni Zang Shisan sneered, picked up the bread that was already a little moldy, broke off the moldy part, and ate it in big bites.

This is all food that the people above wasted; much of it is still edible.

Food and water can be obtained here, but life here is not as good as that of the homeless and scavengers.

"Pah!" Celestia spat on the ground. Her clothes were filthy and burned in many places.

Fortunately, the fire truck struck quickly, otherwise...

No, how could anyone possibly survive here!

Spending time with this stinking, rebellious Thirteenth Prince? I'd rather kill him!

No, for the sake of a better future, I must endure it.

The hope we finally gained amidst despair cannot simply vanish.

"Did you kill someone? Or were you framed?" Nizang Shisan handed her half a loaf of bread.

"I don't want to eat this stuff!" Celestia slapped it away. "I won't be a scapegoat!"

"Hmph." Ni Cang Shisan said, "When you get hungry, you'll have to eat even rats."

Everyone's here, why pretend to be respectable?

Chapter 610 Running

At the same time.

Back in his dormitory, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko took the knife he had gotten from the artist and wrapped the strip of cloth around his waist.

His gaze was resolute, a piece of cloth between his teeth, and the knife in his hand slowly stabbed towards his abdomen.

Seppuku was the last act of dignity he could have.

Thinking about how people's impression of the Nine-Headed Dragon Group had plummeted because of him, and how his dark history had spread online, his veins bulged.

The knife in his hand was slowly plunged into his abdomen.

With a heavy heart, he cut open his abdomen in the most traditional way and then used the tip of a knife to remove his internal organs.

He endured this pain, which was unbearable for most people.

He was already resentful because his escape had caused the deaths of Nanami Chiaki and Yukizome-sensei.

Having suffered such a great blow, he felt that the only way to atone for his sins was to die.

His vision gradually blurred, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

Heiji Yamako went to cook for him, so she wasn't available at that time.

When she entered, she saw Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko lying on the ground, blood everywhere, his internal organs pulled out, and the plate in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Young master, young master is dead? He committed seppuku?

For Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, everything was her world. She was adopted by the Kuzuryu family at a young age and has always had only one goal: to become stronger and protect her young master, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. As she grew up, she became increasingly clear about her position and mission, and for this reason, she suppressed all the feelings she had in her childhood and consciously became a "tool" to protect Kuzuryu.

But now, her world is gone, it has collapsed!

Why, why is this happening?

Young master, why are you so desperate?

If you're dead, what's the point of me living?

These days, the second-year students were already under immense pressure, and the death of Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

She collapsed to her knees, unaware that shards of the plate had pierced her knees. Looking at the dagger lying on the ground, she slowly crawled toward it.

This wasn't a weapon used for seppuku, but she was willing to die alongside Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko; that was her loyalty.

"Loyalty is a good quality."

Just then, a voice rang in her ears.

She suddenly realized that the whole world had gone dark, just like her heart.

Just then, a beam of light shone into her eyes.

A mysterious figure, hidden in the shadows, slowly walked towards her.

Do you want to save him? Do you want him to come back to life?

Luo Feng exclaimed, "Is there really such a good thing?"

Even if he doesn't revive the Nine-Headed Dragon Fuyuhiko, Yukizome Chisa and his contract will revive him, including Heidan Peiko.

This is a completely unexpected bonus!

Of course, it wasn't too surprising. When he drew the Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, he knew that guy was doomed.

Despite his baby face and the unbearable pain of seppuku, he was quite a man in this respect, worthy of being my student.

"Is it possible? Is it really possible?" Bian Gushan Peizi grabbed Luo Feng's leg, pleading, "Young Master, can he come back to life?"

"Of course, if you're willing to make a deal with the devil..."

…………

Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko felt dazed and confused. Although his abdomen was still aching, he had a strange sense of intuition.

Just then, he heard a panting sound in his ear, the kind of panting that comes from running.

The panting sound was very familiar; it was directed at the owner of the voice.

He opened his eyes in confusion, everything in front of him was unclear.

He felt as if he were lying in a dark void, with the panting sound right beside him.

He struggled to turn his head, but could only see a profile.

He saw it clearly; it was the profile of Henri Bessou.

Why? Why is Biangu Mountain here?

Her expression—was it pain?

Wait, this is...

Is she running with a man?

He realized what was happening, and he tried to turn over and move, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"You caused all of this."

A mechanical voice came to his ears.

"who are you?"