There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Taking Out Everyone Is a Success

Junko had a gut feeling that Duan Fei and the others had done something, but the group of players went completely tight-lipped, and she couldn’t get anything out of them.

But Junko’s personality was clearly the carefree type.

Despite having died, her corpse inexplicably ending up at the Mad Doctor’s home, being resurrected, and then finding herself possessed by a few boorish slobs plus a bird and a dog, she still chatted optimistically with the group.

"Actually, I’ve always been frail and sickly. Today is my second day of school, and my goal is to make a hundred friends!"

"Knowing how things are in the Sakura District, if you don’t make friends on day one, you’re pretty much screwed," Duan Fei told Junko.

"It’s fine! I’ve had a stroke of incredible luck, so from now on, I just have to be thick-skinned and go talk to people. Besides, maybe my luck is so amazing I won’t even need to be thick-skinned!"

The moment she finished speaking, a girl from another class walked up and knocked on Junko’s desk.

"Get out here!" the girl said viciously.

"See? Someone’s here already," Junko said excitedly.

The group of players watched Junko’s gleeful expression and couldn’t bear to shatter her illusion. They could only control her body and follow the other girl to the bathroom.

The moment they entered the bathroom, the delinquent leader, an upperclassman, grabbed Junko’s collar. "Was it you who tore at Teacher Goto’s clothes?"

"Huh?" Junko asked blankly.

"Were you the one who beat up Senior Tanaka behind the school gate until he had stomach bleeding?"

"Huh!"

"You’ve got some nerve, huh? We’re gonna..."

"Hold on a second."

Junko waved a hand, cutting the delinquent leader off. She spoke to the four players inside her body, ’What’s going on?’

’Uh... we’d rather not explain. Just assume it all happened, okay?’

’Assume my ass! No wonder you guys said Teacher Goto was so "flirty." You stripped his clothes off!’

Seeing Junko muttering to herself, the delinquent leader stepped forward, annoyed. "Hey, you..."

"Don’t interrupt!"

With a casual wave of her hand, the approaching delinquent leader was slapped squarely across the face.

An average person’s twisting power is about 40 kilograms of force.

Five times that power is 200 kilograms.

And the delinquent leader’s weight was about 45 kilograms.

In that moment, the delinquent leader felt as if she’d been slapped with the full force of a yokozuna-ranked sumo wrestler. Her entire body spun three and a half times in the air like a puppet, then shot like a torpedo through a bathroom stall, her head plunging straight into the toilet bowl.

Completely unaware of what she had just done, Junko put her hands on her hips and continued yelling at her reflection in the mirror.

The delinquent leader’s underlings watched, dumbfounded. They wanted to go pull their leader out, but seeing the wildly gesticulating Junko, they didn’t dare to move. They could only watch helplessly as their leader, head stuck in the toilet, went from convulsing all over to becoming completely still.

Once Junko finally left, they rushed forward frantically, pulled their leader out of the toilet bowl, and took their waterlogged boss, who had drunk her fill, to see a doctor.

When she returned to her seat, Junko noticed the people around her were looking at her strangely.

Thinking it over, Junko realized that since waking up, she had already created three legends.

She had single-handedly beaten the Judo Club’s president until he had stomach bleeding, single-handedly stripped the clothes off the school’s most handsome teacher, Teacher Goto, and single-handedly slapped the school’s top delinquent into a toilet to treat her to a drink.

Staring into the distance, Junko lamented, "My life is ruined."

’Hasn’t it been ruined for a while now?’ Duan Fei said.

’Would you just shut up,’ Darts Guest said wearily.

’Alright, you two, stop fighting. Let’s try to salvage this situation a bit.’

"How do we salvage it?" Junko asked, flopping onto her desk.

’What if we do as many good deeds as we can to earn some brownie points?’ Yan Yuan suggested.

"You’re actually a little useful, for a chicken. Okay, let’s start by finding a classmate in need."

But as she looked around, scrutinizing every person, Junko realized with a sigh that she herself was the student in the most difficult situation.

"What do I do! I don’t want to go through all of senior year with only you guys to talk to. Speaking of which, you aren’t just hallucinations born from my loneliness, are you?"

’You’ve been reading too many novels,’ Duan Fei said sourly.

"If you’re not hallucinations, then think of something!"

’Hmm... What are your special skills?’

"I’m a huge fan of the generals from the Three Kingdoms. I can give a pretty impressive-sounding ranking of all the warriors and strategists."

’It’s hopeless. Go find a corner and grow some mushrooms.’

"Don’t give up on me!"

Just as Junko finished shouting, she heard the teacher at the front of the class say, "Junko, you seem to be having a good time talking to yourself. Why don’t you come up and answer this question."

"Eh?"

’Okay, go on,’ Bystander A said. ’Any of us can answer a question like this. This is a good chance to get those impression points back.’

"Okay."

Junko immediately stood up, full of confidence, only to trip on flat ground with her first step and fall hard right in front of everyone.

A huge roar of laughter erupted. Even Junko was embarrassed as she got up and frantically shoved her eye, which had popped out, back into its socket.

Realizing she had put her eye in the wrong position, she even took it out and reinstalled it. This inhuman act caused the laughter in the classroom to gradually die down, filling everyone with tension and unease.

After going up and answering the question, Junko found that she had lost control of her body.

Duan Fei’s [Spiritual Armor] activated. Cuihua pulled chow mein from the desk drawer and straightened the noodles one by one. Darts Guest picked up a piece of chalk. They were preparing to act.

"Um, what are you guys planning to do?" Junko asked, her voice on the verge of tears.

’Performing a little memory-wipe surgery.’

"Do you even know how?!"

’Relax, I have the Medical Skill. The success rate is thirty percent.’

"Only thirty percent?!"

’Three times makes it ninety percent.’

"That’s not how math works!"

’Let’s begin! Go!’

Screams rang out. Without a single exception, every student in the class was hit hard on the head by the player-controlled Junko, falling into a brief daze.

Fearing they might not have forgotten what they’d seen, Duan Fei and the others thoughtfully waited for them to come to, then hit them again.

After repeating this several times, every student and the teacher in the classroom became stupefied. Not only did they forget the scene of Junko’s eye popping out, but they even forgot how to open the dirty little secrets on their computers.

Seeing that everyone was dazed, the players clapped their hands in satisfaction. ’Excellent,’ they said. ’Now we won’t be exposed.’

"I’m begging you, just let me die," Junko said, covering her face in despair.

By the time the morning classes were over, Junko was too devastated to even cry.

Her entire class had been turned into idiots, and her reputation had hit rock bottom. Everyone was saying that this Junko was a wrathful guardian deity, the type to beat everyone senseless over the slightest disagreement.

Going to school was just a complete disaster!