Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac loosened his collar slightly. A row of delinquents, their faces bruised and swollen, were kneeling in front of him.

"Boss, this is all our money, please accept it."

A delinquent youth with blood still streaming down his face handed several wallets to Isaac with a fawning expression.

"Do I need your money?" Isaac slapped the wallets aside and grabbed the man's hair. "Think you're so great, huh?"

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare..."

"If I hadn't intended to get along peacefully, I would have killed you all right now..."

As Isaac finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at the delinquents kneeling in front of him and felt that they might have some use to him.

"Kid, are you willing to work for me?"

"what?"

"It's just a matter of a word." Isaac's eyes narrowed, a gesture that silenced the group of thugs in front of him.

"Yes, yes! From now on, you'll be our boss!"

"Hmm, not bad. I won't treat you unfairly for doing things for me." Isaac nodded in satisfaction and took out dozens of 10,000 yen bills from his wallet.

These yen are practically blinding to the eyes of these despicable dogs.

These guys who started hanging around after junior high school had never seen so much money before.

"Here you go, take this. Remember to come whenever I need you. You'll get your share of the benefits."

"Yes, boss!"

They quickly put the money away.

"Boss, who do you dislike? Let's go take care of him."

"Boss, which woman have you taken a fancy to? We'll kidnap her for you!"

"Boss, have a smoke!"

Isaac had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his lackeys wisely lit it for him.

“Not bad, you’re on the right track.” Isaac exhaled a smoke ring. “Well, in my current class, there are some rather clueless guys in Class 3 of the second year. I might need to trouble you guys a bit.”

"No problem, it's just a matter of a word from the boss."

“I’m relieved to hear that,” Isaac said with a sly smile. “Speaking of which, I’ve recently gotten to know the Washi-gumi in Tokyo. If any of you do a good job, I can put in a good word for you with them.”

"Oh oh oh!!!"

These delinquent teenagers are basically people with no future. They won't achieve anything in society, and the best outcome for them is to join a violent group.

Now that there's an opportunity to join a gang, these scumbags are naturally very excited.

"So the boss is so young and already cooperating with the gang, impressive indeed."

"Alright, you guys can leave now. I want the rooftop."

"Yes, if anyone comes to bother the boss and his wife, we'll break their legs!"

The lackeys all went downstairs.

Only Isaac and Ayaka remained on the rooftop.

Cai Cai's face is still red, perhaps from when they called her "sister-in-law" earlier.

"There aren't many people here now, so please enjoy your lunch."

"Um……"

They cleared a clean area of ​​ground and sat down on it.

Cai Cai opened the bento box, and the dishes inside were quite plentiful, but to be honest, it was a bit of a stretch for two people.

"I haven't eaten a bento box in a long time," Ayana said with a wry smile. "Before, whenever I opened my bento box, they would knock it over or put dirty things in it."

"I see." Isaac scratched his head. "Could you tell me which students in your class are bullying you?"

Chapter 635: Today's junior high school students really know how to have fun.

"Who bullied me...? Almost everyone in the class did." Ayana lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

“From the moment I started resisting, the violence they inflicted on me escalated, and even after I became numb, they still showed no sign of stopping.” Ayana’s voice was already trembling with tears. “I thought that if I did nothing, they would eventually get bored and stop, but…”

At this point, she couldn't help but cover her face and cry.

“That’s really… excessive,” Isaac said.

He imagined what would happen to him...

Ah, the scene looks a bit gory~

Isaac took a pack of tissues out of his bag and handed it to Ayana, who took it and gently wiped away her tears.

“What’s worse is that since last semester, I’ve been harassed by some thugs on my way home because someone has been defaming me online.”

"what?"

“After several girls beat me up by pinning me to the ground, they even tore off my clothes and took pictures.” Ayana said, hugging herself tightly in fear. “They posted my photos on escort websites, using my name.”

"..."

How come these middle school kids are so good at having fun?

To be honest, when I was in junior high school, all I did was ship some weapons to Afghanistan and buy some equipment from Ukraine. Do Japanese junior high school students already know about information warfare?

Just as I suspected, there was a 'mercury alloy' agent in the class.

"Could you give me that website? I'd like to take a look."

"..."

"If it's inconvenient..."

No, that's not true.

Ayana took out her phone, entered the website address, and showed it to Isaac.

"..."

There is indeed a photo of Ayanokoji on it, along with a student ID and some personal information.

But that doesn't make sense. If 'Amalgam' wanted to win over Fujisawa Ayana, who was the 'Listener,' then there's absolutely no way they would publish his personal information on the internet. So, it can only mean...

This is a code for communication (I'm sure).

But that shouldn't be the case. How could such a large website like 'Amalgam' not have some kind of internal network or something? Why would they go and pull this stunt?

If you can't figure it out, the best course of action is to interrogate someone.

Who did this back then?

“Okui Shiori, and Shibuya Mao.”

Mao Shibuya? It's her again?

It seems this guy is an agent of 'Amalgam', and she can't escape now.

Did she post the content on the website?

"I don't know. I begged them to delete it, but what I got was..."

"I understand the general situation. Please wait a moment."

Isaac stood up, walked to the side, picked up his phone, and made a call.

"This is Messenger-1, boss, please give instructions."

“Help me investigate a website and delete its content. The URL is…” Isaac said. “Also, investigate the IP address of the poster and send me the list of names as soon as possible.”

"Roger (I understand)."

Ayana watched Isaac's actions from the side, completely bewildered.

He usually uses English when he makes phone calls, but Ayana can only understand a few words and therefore doesn't understand who he's calling.

However, soon after, the website displaying her information on her phone suddenly showed 'This webpage cannot be found'.

"what?"

“I’ve blocked the webpage that recorded your personal information,” Isaac said with a smile. “You don’t need to worry about anything now. If you encounter any problems, please let me know.”

In the current situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, it is best to obtain accurate and effective information, and Ayana, as the victim, knows exactly who the problem is.

"……Why?"

"Ok?"

"Why did you help me?" Ayana asked. "Satomi has helped me more than once today, and even offended my classmates because of it."

Ayana was very puzzled. It was only the second time they had met, yet Isaac had gone to great lengths to help her, whether it was when he was bothered the first time or when he stood in front of her after she was splashed with water.

I don't think I have anything that would make this guy I just met do so much for me.

Isaac was taken aback by what he heard.

Telling her directly that it's because you're a 'listener' definitely won't work, but Isaac isn't exactly good at making up other reasons either.

So he said, "I'm helping you because I believe that when I need your help, you will help me too."

"Huh?"

"I can't say too much, I'll tell you the specific details when I have the chance," Isaac said with a smile. "Let's have lunch first, Fujisawa-kun, to be honest, I'm a little hungry."

"...Acai."

"Ok?"

"You can just call me Ayana," Fujisawa Ayana said, her face slightly flushed. "If you don't mind, may I call you Rentaro?"

“Oh, whatever,” Isaac laughed.

Since it's not my real name, it doesn't really matter what I'm called.

Isaac looked at Ayana's bento box, which was filled with Japanese dishes.

"Rentaro probably didn't bring any cutlery, so..."