Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

'Today is a good day to meet a friend like Rentaro Satomi.'

Isaac stood in front of her, a sinister grin on his face.

Today is a good day.

Mao Shibuya, and Shiori Okui.

Happy Death Anniversary!

Chapter 637: A Rare Item!

The two returned to the classroom; there was still some time before class started.

He placed his briefcase next to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, he sensed something was wrong. Upon checking the drawer, he found it stuffed full of trash.

Not only him, but also the drawer of his neighbor, Ayana Fujisawa, was stuffed with trash.

"Shit!"

Isaac felt the veins on his forehead bulge.

He looked around and found that almost all his classmates were deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Without a doubt, because of what happened this morning, he, like Fujisawa Ayana, was being targeted by the entire class.

Fujisawa Ayana remained calm; she was already used to this kind of thing.

She can get used to it, but Isaac can't.

He was the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces in Amnestolis, the owner of the world's largest military company in that place, and when had he ever been treated like this?

And to be honest, if you're constantly being targeted by a bunch of worthless people, the tasks ahead will be very difficult.

'Damn it, I wish you bunch of trash would all become extinct!'

He turned his head and looked at a boy in the back seat. He seemed to be a rather handsome boy named Yuto Seo.

"Excuse me, this is my first time attending Shirasaki University, and I'm not very familiar with the place. Could you tell me if it's polite to put trash in a classmate's drawer?"

However, when faced with Isaac's question, although he was a little scared, he pretended not to hear it.

The students around them chuckled as they watched.

'Even if you're incredibly capable on your own, can you really intervene if you don't know who did it?'

'We'll deal with Fujisawa Ayana properly when you can't stand being in this class anymore.'

"Excuse me, could you tell me who did this? I would be very happy if you could provide the information."

Yuto Seo continued to pretend he couldn't see Isaac.

"Seo-san, can you see me?"

Seeing that Seo Yuto was ignoring him, Isaac smiled, took a pencil from his pencil case, and stood it up on his desk.

"Okay, I'll show you a magic trick. I'll count to three and this pen will disappear."

Seeing Isaac's unusual behavior, the classmates were all puzzled.

"3, 2, 1."

Isaac suddenly grabbed his head and pressed it against the pencil.

Pfft!

"Aa ...

The pencil tip pierced his eye, and blood spurted all over his desk.

"vomit--"

The students around were so horrified by the bloody scene before them that they couldn't speak. Some of the students with low tolerance even vomited on the ground, throwing up their lunch.

Isaac grabbed the pen stuck in his eye, a chilling smile on his face: "Hey kid, if you can't see me, you might as well not have the eye. You might as well donate it to someone in need."

With that, he forcefully plucked the entire eyeball out of his eye.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

“You didn’t faint from the pain, not bad, not bad.” Isaac said with a smile, then pressed his entire head down onto the blood-soaked desk. “If you can’t hear what I’m saying, then you don’t need your ears either.”

As he spoke, he picked up a knife and held it to his ear, as if ready to cut it off at any moment.

"No...no!!"

"Can you tell me who put trash in my drawer?"

"I……"

“Very good, you have guts. I especially admire a classmate like you who has such a sense of responsibility. Now I’ll send you on your way.” Isaac sneered, and the blade began to sink into Seo Yuto’s skin.

"It was Ochi...Ochi Kazuma who did it!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ochi Kazuma, who was sitting two seats behind him, tensed up.

Can I trust you?

"Please, Satomi-kun, I absolutely wouldn't lie to you!!"

He endured the intense pain, blood constantly gushing from his empty eye sockets, tears welling in his other eye, his entire face filled with a mixture of snot and tears.

"Good child, it would have been so much better if you had done this sooner."

Isaac chuckled and patted his head.

He stood up and walked towards Ochi Kazuma's seat.

With each step he took, the hearts of all the students here began to contract.

When Ochi Kazuma saw Isaac walking towards him, fear surged through him, but he didn't even have the courage to run away.

“Ochi Kazuma, it seems we have some scores to settle.”

"Enough, Satomi-kun, stop!"

At that moment, a boy stood up and stopped Isaac.

Looking back, he appeared to be a handsome, dark-haired boy. Isaac had also looked into his background; he was very popular in class.

His name, if I remember correctly, should be Kitaura Ryo.

"Is this none of your business, or are you going to stand up for him, Kita-Ura?" Isaac glanced at him.

"That's enough. He just stuffed some trash in your drawer. A little scolding is enough..."

Isaac looked at him in silence.

It's not that he suddenly had a change of heart; he simply didn't have the ability to discover what he didn't have.

He was just wondering if the person who dared to stand up and stop him despite his bloody methods was an enemy agent.

"What should I do, Kita-Pu?"

“Satomi-kun, you weren’t actually hurt. Why don’t you just have them clean out your drawer and apologize to you?”

"No real damage? Hahahaha." Isaac burst into laughter.

He looked at everyone around him with icy eyes, which made their hearts jump into their throats instantly.

"It will be too late when there is actual damage. What I want to do is to nip it in the bud before it happens. What you say is just a load of nonsense to me."

Kitaura Ryo bit his lip and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

"Call the police? We don't need you to."

Isaac took out his phone, dialed 110, and threw it in front of him.

"I've already dialed the number for you, now give it to me."

"What do you mean?"

"It's your right to call the police, because villains like me deserve to be punished," Isaac sneered. "But I'd like to take a gamble: will they get there faster, or will I be able to kill you all faster?"

"What!?"

Everyone stared at Isaac in disbelief.

What did he just say? Kill us all?

“Choose, Kitaura Ryo,” Isaac laughed. “If you call the police, the villainous Satomi Rentaro will disappear from this world, you will become a hero of justice, but you and your family will be hunted down to the ends of the earth by my men, and everyone in this class will die.”

"..."

"If you put down your phone, I will only deal with the person in front of me."

So, make your choice.

Chapter 638: Is this really a middle school student?

Kitaura Ryo's hand holding the phone began to tremble.

"What's wrong? Go ahead and do it," Isaac laughed. "A bad guy like me could kill countless innocent lives in the future. If you press the button, millions of people will be saved by your actions."

"I……"

"The lives of your parents and all your classmates are just a small number compared to the millions of lives. How about sacrificing yourselves for the greater good?" Isaac's expression gradually turned ferocious. "Just like how you bullied Ayana by taking advantage of the number of people in the class."

Isaac's words startled all the students in the class.

Although they had been in a state of fright since just now.

If, as they suspected, this classmate named 'Rentaro Satomi' was standing up for Ayana Fujisawa, then almost half of the class would be killed.

"You've decided not to? Then I'll press the button for you."

As he spoke, he reached for the dial button, saying that pressing it would call the police.

Snapped!

His hand was grabbed as he touched the button.

Isaac smiled and looked at Kitaura Ryo, whose expression was struggling: "What's wrong?"

"I give up, and I don't think I can stop you."

He said this as he walked past Isaac.

As he passed by him, he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I am grateful that you stood up to protect Fujisawa-kun, but you went a bit too far in some things."