adbindia Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Chapter 46: The Divine Chosen Who Plays Dumb
"Hssss…"
Guo Shuai felt the slippery sensation atop his head and put on a mask of sheer suffering.
The Dead Infant was gripping his hair, giggling away.
"Come on, man… why am I so unlucky?"
Bitterness welled up in Guo Shuai's heart as though he'd swallowed a jin of coptis root.
All the way here, he had undoubtedly been the single unluckiest person in the entire group.
Though things had always worked out in the end, the process had been an absolute assault on his heart.
He had no time to vent his frustrations and could only look toward Jiang Nan beside him with desperate, pleading eyes.
"Boss! Save me! I think this thing just took a dump on my head!"
Jiang Nan maintained his notepad-over-the-face posture, completely unmoved.
Or rather—there was simply no need for him to act.
The next moment.
The Empty-Eyes standing behind Guo Shuai moved.
She slowly extended her pale white hand and gently lifted the Dead Infant down from atop Guo Shuai's head.
Then.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, Empty-Eyes pulled aside her tattered Sailor Uniform—
Revealing a belly covered in stretch marks, withered and sunken.
She reached out with both hands and tore open the gap in her stomach directly!
Squelch!
Then, with great tenderness, she tucked the Dead Infant back inside.
As naturally as someone placing a book back into their bag.
After doing all of this, she even bowed deeply to Guo Shuai, as if apologizing for her child's mischief.
Then she turned and returned to her seat—the back row by the rear door.
"Uh… uh…"
Guo Shuai rubbed the still-cold top of his head, completely dazed. "This Empty-Eyes… she's actually pretty polite?"
However, before his words had even faded.
That Empty-Eyes who had just sat down suddenly crouched low and began anxiously groping around on the floor for something.
On the podium, Kujo Ran—who had largely recovered thanks to Hoshino Hikari's healing—stood up with a puzzled expression.
"What is she doing?"
Lu Shiyan, leaning against the wall corner smoking, cast a cold glance over.
"She's looking for something."
"Looking for something?"
Kujo Ran looked carefully, and her pupils instantly contracted.
She noticed that at Empty-Eyes' designated spot, there was only a chair—no desk.
In an instant, she recalled the contents of the earlier broadcast.
‘If a situation arises where desks or chairs are missing, the Discipline Master will have you sent to the Detention Room.’
She needs to find a desk
Kujo Ran formed a terrifying hypothesis.
This classroom had 16 designated spots, yet only 13 sets of desks and chairs.
The people without desks…
Would go after those who had them!
Without question, the target was—
Kujo Ran's gaze snapped to the student in the row directly ahead of Empty-Eyes.
It was a Sakura Nation boy with an extremely vulgar appearance, as if a goblin had taken human form. His name was Xiang Hou Ji'er.
At this moment, he was curled up in his seat, trembling uncontrollably. "Don't kill me… don't kill me…"
But the very next moment.
Whoosh!
Empty-Eyes' pale white face pressed up against his cheek without any warning.
Xiang Hou Ji'er instinctively turned his head.
Those hollow, empty eye sockets were staring directly at him.
In that instant, he recalled a famous saying.
‘When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.’
‘When you are NOT gazing into the abyss, the abyss is still bloody well gazing into you!’
"Ahhhh!!"
Xiang Hou Ji'er's legs gave out and he slid straight off his chair, collapsing to the ground.
Whether scared out of his wits or into complete stupidity, he began crawling on all fours frantically, some ancestral memory apparently triggered, kowtowing madly.
"Sumimasen! Sumimasen! Don't kill me!"
Empty-Eyes' hand had already reached out.
Just as everyone assumed Xiang Hou Ji'er was about to be torn apart.
That pale white hand didn't touch him at all—instead, it grabbed the edge of the desk beside him.
Then.
Empty-Eyes politely nodded her head and stepped over Xiang Hou Ji'er who was sprawled across the floor—
And sat in his chair, claiming his desk.
She even patted the desk with a smile, expressing satisfaction.
"?"
The entire class was left in stunned silence.
"Why is this….?" Kujo Ran couldn't make sense of it.
"He actually didn't die?"
Xiang Hou Ji'er on the ground stared blankly for a moment, then erupted into wild joy!
He scrambled back to Empty-Eyes' original seat, his face unable to conceal his excitement.
"Haha! I didn't die! I didn't die!"
"I really am Heaven's Chosen Son! I'm the protagonist of an isekai novel! This ghost was subdued by my kingly aura!"
He clenched both fists—whether from self-hypnosis or sheer delusion was anyone's guess.
"What exactly is going on?" Kujo Ran frowned.
"The ghost didn't kill anyone? Does this ghost just… not like killing?"
"Idiot."
Lu Shiyan exhaled a smoke ring and mocked without mercy.
"I genuinely don't know how someone like you managed to stay alive until now."
"No wonder you got sold out by your own superior—is your head stuffed with gruel?"
"It didn't kill anyone because the rule is 'attending class.'"
"As long as it has a desk and a seat, the kill mechanic naturally won't trigger."
Lu Shiyan shook his head.
"I was thinking about getting rid of you early, but forget it now."
"Someone who can't even notice details like this—a fool like you doesn't need me to act. You'll walk straight to your own death."
"You—!!"
Kujo Ran, insulted, flushed red and was about to retort.
But just then.
The 3rd ghost—Half-Head, the one with half its skull sliced off—moved as well.
It slowly stood up and locked onto the row ahead of it.
Everyone followed its gaze.
The student seated in the row ahead of it was Natsuki, who had already begun to lose her grip on sanity.
……
Because she'd had brain matter splattered across her face twice in succession from Jiang Nan's headshots, Natsuki's mental defenses had completely collapsed.
At this moment she sat there with black filth smeared all over her face, grinning vacantly and drooling.
"Hehe… brain matter… so much brain matter…"
Seeing this scene, the others felt not a shred of sympathy—if anything, a touch of schadenfreude.
This was especially true of the bespectacled young man seated directly in front of Natsuki.
He lightly adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth curving into a cold smirk.
His name was Kamiya Konan.
He was recognized as Rose High School's greatest intellect—yet his name had never once appeared on any school ranking.
Simply because he was an immensely arrogant Score-Controller, always keeping his grades right at the passing line!
Reveling in the thrill of Playing Dumb.
Every time a teacher berated him as a brainless pig, Kamiya Konan felt like he could soar straight to the heavens!
Beyond that… he was no ordinary person.
He was a deeply hidden Divine Chosen!
That's right—the kind with a Sequence-Type Ability!
【Sequence 099: Answer Analysis (Support-Type)】
The ability could be used once per day, forcibly analyzing the "correct answer" or "optimal solution" to any given problem.
In other words—for exams, he could directly obtain every answer on the paper.
For someone already of exceptional intellect, this ability was like a tiger that had grown wings.
However…
His arrogance meant he disdained relying on such external assistance—he far preferred the process itself.
At this moment, Kamiya Konan's mind was running at full speed, having already broken down all the information from the broadcast and the blackboard.
‘Desk-and-Chair Rule: A ghost without a desk will demand the desk of the student in the row ahead of it. Refuse—die. Comply—live.’
‘Configuration Issue: The back rows have 3 ghosts and 1 human. The teacher section has 3 humans and 1 ghost. This seems to hint at some kind of pattern.’
‘Core Kill Trigger: The broadcast stated "the Discipline Master will come to inspect the class." Anyone without a desk, even if they survive for now, will be taken to the Detention Room during inspection—certain death!’
‘Logical Conclusion: The person targeted by a ghost loses their desk. Even if they don't die immediately, they're dead the moment inspection comes!’
‘Therefore: That madwoman called Natsuki is finished.’
‘On the contrary, the truly safest person is actually that cocky Huaxia man!
Because he's in the very last row!’
‘The ghosts can't even sit in the same row as him to steal his seat!’
‘Furthermore… there's the curse of "4."’
‘4 rows, 4 columns.’
‘4 classes.’
‘4:44 AM.’
‘4 teachers.’
‘There's just 1 contradiction.’
‘The number of ghosts is wrong.’
‘Empty-Eyes and the Dead Infant are 1 entity—count as 1.’
‘Half-Head counts as 1.’
‘Adding teacher Fujino Juro who hasn't yet appeared—that's still only 3.’
‘Where did the missing 4th ghost go?’
‘Could it be the 2 fakes that got killed?’
‘No, those were Outsiders.’
‘And they were parasitic organisms.’
"There must be something I've overlooked…"
Kamiya Konan scratched his head in agitation—this information asymmetry unsettled him.
"Fine. I'll use that."
He closed his eyes and silently recited inwardly.
"Answer Analysis!"
"Question: where did the 4th ghost that should have been in this classroom go?"
Hmmm!
A sound that only he could hear reverberated through his mind.
Several seconds later.
Kamiya Konan's eyes snapped open. His pupils dilated, filled with ecstatic exhilaration.
‘So that's it!!’
‘I understand now! It turns out it was 'him'!’
He glanced with peripheral vision toward Guo Shuai seated in the corner of the last row, and let out a cold laugh.
‘You poor unfortunate wretch…’
‘So it was you who disrupted the count!’
‘The true 4th Ghost Slot was actually occupied by you!’
‘But you yourself don't know—you're being used as a chess piece, and you still think it was good luck!’
"Hahaha! How utterly fascinating!!"
"To think there's been an invisible hand manipulating how things unfold all along!"
"And right here among us!"
After obtaining his answer, Kamiya Konan stopped deliberating and looked toward the back with full confidence.
According to the rules, Half-Head would definitely go after Natsuki's desk.
Natsuki would lose her desk, and she'd be taken away during inspection.
And he himself was seated 1 row in front of Natsuki—absolutely safe!
However.
The very next moment.
The smile on Kamiya Konan's face froze solid, as if flash-frozen by liquid nitrogen.
Because…
Half-Head walked up to Natsuki.
It lowered the half of its head it still had, leaned in close—and sniffed at Natsuki.
Then.
It actually reached out, pinched the half-nose it still possessed, and displayed an expression of absolute disgust!
"Ugh…"
Half-Head recoiled as if it had laid eyes on something filthy, and stepped directly around Natsuki's seat!
It didn't go for Natsuki's desk!
Its target… had shifted to the row in front of Natsuki.
That is—Kamiya Konan!
"Wha—?!"
Kamiya Konan was dumbstruck.
He watched helplessly as Half-Head stopped in front of him and pointed at his desk.
Then it stretched its mouth wide open, flashing an expectant grin.
Kamiya Konan's mind went completely blank.
He instinctively looked back at Natsuki behind him.
That madwoman's face was plastered with the black brain matter from the fake Masaya Mikami that Jiang Nan had headshot earlier.
The stench was enough to make your eyes water.
"Masaka, how could this be……?"
Kamiya Konan looked at Half-Head pinching its nose, then looked at his own clean, tidy desk.
He laughed and cried at the same time, and in a daze felt a peculiar sensation—as if standing at the edge between godhood and madness in a single fleeting moment.
‘I calculated everything…’
‘And somehow I forgot to calculate… that ghosts could have a Cleanliness Obsession?!’