How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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The shiny thumbtacks were poured into Ain's mouth one by one.

Ein struggles, its main purpose being to make Sirocco's clothes wrinkled, requiring an iron to smooth them out.

"2, 3, 4... Sorry, if I'm not in a hurry, I can pour it slowly."

"7, 8... Oh dear, you can't spit it out, I'll put it back for you."

"11, 12, 13... Your saliva has turned red, and you've drooled a lot."

"It's okay, if it hurts, you can hold my hand, 15, 16..."

"19, 20. Great."

Sirocco, release Ein.

"Thank you for persevering to the end, Ain Palouse."

"Ah....Crack...."

Ain squatted on the ground and spat out all 20 red thumbtacks.

The rest of the students in the class remained completely silent.

The only sound in the classroom was the crisp thud of a thumbtack that Ein coughed up and fell to the floor.

Sirocco helped wipe away the red stains with a tissue and picked up the thumbtacks from the ground to put them away, so that someone else wouldn't get hurt if they stepped on them.

"That means we're back to normal. I'll take you to the infirmary. Hehe."

Sirocco carried the dazed and blood-soaked Ein on his back, and also picked up the bespectacled girl who had fainted on the ground.

"Oh, that's right."

Sirocco glanced at his classmates:

"Just ignore me from now on. Pretend that what you said to me today never happened. That's all."

Sirocco lifted the unconscious bespectacled girl high in the air.

"Pretend it never happened. From now on, pretend I don't exist, and I have no intention of maintaining good relations with you, understand?"

"that...."

One of the students wanted to say something.

"Hmm~~?"

Sirocco revealed an innocent and carefree smile. Judging by her appearance alone, she was definitely a pure and lovely black-haired girl.

"No, I'm sorry."

The person sat back down and picked up the brand-new textbook.

Sirocco turned to the curly-haired girl who was sitting on the ground, still stunned, and said:

"If the teacher asks later, just say that they are both on their periods and not feeling well, and I will take them to the infirmary."

The curly-haired girl nodded stiffly, like a robot that had run out of oil.

Sirocco carried Ein on his back and left with the girl with glasses tucked under his left arm.

The classmates looked at each other.

Someone checked the time; the whole thing, from the start of Sirocco's operation to his departure...

"Less than two minutes?"

The front door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and everyone's eyes turned to it.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

Brid munched on her bread as she returned to her seat, sensing that the classroom atmosphere was a bit dull today.

Students gradually arrived.

"Hey, have you heard? Sirocco, you know, that sissy guy, he can't even beat a goblin."

"...I don't want to discuss this."

"Why are you so serious? It's not like you can't beat them."

"Okay, stop talking."

"So what are you doing..."

"do not talk."

...

Later, this became a secret unique to Class E.

The small cliques in the class gradually found out what Sirocco had done, but no one spoke out about it openly.

Although some people didn't believe it, when they saw Sirocco's table, with its box of blood-stained thumbtacks, and the terrified curly-haired girl, no one really wanted to test the truth of the matter.

After all, they were just a mob.

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"Class meeting begins... Haha... You guys are quite quiet today. The students' lack of energy and enthusiasm is... a good thing for me... I just feel sleepy here..."

I've never seen you not want to sleep.

Sirocco finally returned to the classroom before class started, covering the words on his desk with his books.

Fortunately, the homeroom teacher, Pris, believed the curly-haired girl's story.

It was assumed that the two students who were absent were having their periods, so no further investigation was conducted.

"As I mentioned last week... entering the dungeon... requires a team format... today... we're officially forming teams... and let's take this opportunity... everyone... to reintroduce yourselves..."

29. Team up? Thanks, no need.

"The order will be...starting with the highest and lowest scores..."

Let me talk about my career goals... preferred weapons... age... well, anything is fine...

"Cass, it starts with you."

"Yes!"

Cass spoke with an air of righteousness and in a clear, appropriate voice:

“My name is Cass Benor, and I come from Leta High School in the Campor district. My weapon is a one-handed straight sword, and my career goal is to become a Warrior.”

Although Benor Corporation is renowned, Benor is a common surname, and no one would doubt Cass's true identity if he spoke the truth.

“Corcy Ridley, I am... um... um, Campbell District....”

"No need for such detailed explanations... just registering is enough..."

Corcy's face turned red with nervousness, her little hands flailing incessantly. Pris told her that was enough.

“Bride Talos”.

The following is omitted.

"Finally... Sirocco..."

Sirocco himself has no interest in introducing himself.

He had no desire to get close to his classmates; he just wanted to go straight to Larcas and go to the dungeon, but unfortunately, it was an unavoidable part of the storyline.

I can't be too conspicuous; I need to keep the main storyline unchanged as much as possible.

The moment Sirocco stood up, the atmosphere in the classroom changed abruptly, becoming tense and oppressive.

Brid and Cass seemed oblivious to the unusual situation, looking expectantly at Sirocco.

Corsi, who was usually good at reading the room, looked around blankly and noticed something was amiss.

Apart from the main characters, none of his classmates dared to look him in the eye.

Good, it achieved the desired effect.

Sirocco was satisfied, so he decided to conduct a slightly more in-depth test:

"Sirocco Darth Vader".

Sirocco announced his name with an air of grandeur, his right arm held across his mouth, obscuring his chin.

"The weapon I usually use is the broadsword."

Extend your left hand downwards with your palm facing down, striking a pose reminiscent of a mad scientist.

"My aspiration is to be a priest!"

Finally, I snapped my fingers, ending the day in what I considered a cool way.

“““............”””

It was as if a silence was imposed on the class.

The homeroom teacher, Pris, was fast asleep; Cass looked on with reverence; Brid was just saying, "Huh?"; only Colesie covered her blushing face with her hands, feeling ashamed of her remarks.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.