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The gaze was malicious and lingering.
The reason is my seat in the back row by the window.
—Sirocco, you trash, die! 200R Toilet Goblin Slayer—
The words carved on the desk were also sprayed with colorful paint.
Hehehe...
Laughter could be heard from the crowd; the voices were soft, but the malice was palpable.
28. Goblins and Thumbtacks
"Have you heard? Sirocco was carried out of the first floor."
"I know, we can't even beat goblins, those are the weakest monsters on the first floor."
"Unbelievable! I can hold my own even when surrounded by a bunch of goblins, but that guy can't even beat several of them?"
"That's lame. Even a kid could beat a goblin, right? How did he even lose?"
......
The discussion was quite lively, and mocking glances could be seen from time to time.
I also farmed monsters during yesterday's test, and the effect was very clear when Sirocco reached level 8.
Malice towards the weak.
I suppose everyone knows that I was carried out of the dungeon.
Given that the main characters and even the villain Cliff went down into the underground city, it's not surprising that he was carried out and seen by other people from the school.
The story even got out that I lost to a goblin?
Rumors are truly terrifying.
Sirocco touched the desk; the words were deeply engraved, revealing the true nature of the world.
Is this a Japanese tradition, or is it something they insist on doing in schools?
Upon closer reflection, this isn't surprising at all.
The people around me have been so kind to me, but I haven't forgotten...
This is essentially a world where the strong prey on the weak.
Why did this happen to me?
Sirocco never asked himself that question.
Doing good deeds needs no reason, and doing evil needs even less.
Anyway, I'm already Lv8, at least in this class...
I don't need to pretend to be a gloomy, shut-in anymore.
Sirocco put down his backpack and took out a box of thumbtacks.
"Um...."
I glanced at my classmates.
The laughter faded, and one by one, classmates came into view: some looked bewildered, some were indifferent, some were slumped over their desks, some were chatting, some were rummaging through their bags, and some had a slight smile on their lips...
Sirocco confirmed that the main characters and teachers were not among the crowd.
"Ah."
Sirocco laughed too.
The target was a group of three girls near the front of the classroom, near the podium.
Suddenly, Sirocco jumped up and stepped onto the desk of the classmate next to him.
"Huh!?"
The students in the class immediately erupted in a noisy murmur of surprise. Sirocco jumped again, leaping towards the front of the classroom, locking onto his target in mid-air, and after landing, he slammed a girl wearing glasses in the group to the ground, knocking her unconscious.
"Well--!"
Just as the curly-haired girl next to the bespectacled woman exhaled her first breath, Sirocco stood up and casually extended two fingers of his left hand, stabbing them into the curly-haired girl's mouth. He then forcefully pushed her to the ground, straddled her, and squatted down.
"Crack...Crack..."
The curly-haired girl had her mouth held open by Sirocco's two fingers to prevent her from closing it.
Sirocco held the box of thumbtacks in his right hand, hovering it in front of the curly-haired girl.
“I’ll give you 5 seconds… that’s too long. 3 seconds. Point out who the main culprit is.”
"Ah...uh..."
The curly-haired girl was terrified, her mouth unable to close, saliva spilling from the corner of her lips.
"Three~~"
The box of thumbtacks was tilted slightly, and the sharp, pointed thumbtacks gathered at the exit.
"Gurgle... Ugh!..."
The curly-haired girl struggled, but Sirocco held her down firmly.
"Two~"
Thumbtacks hung over the exit, with several about to overflow from the edge.
The curly-haired girl's eyes welled up with tears, her gaze filled with fear.
"one."
The girl with curly hair raised her hand and pointed at the target.
"Zero, oh dear."
At the same time, several thumbtacks fell out.
"!!!"
At the critical moment, Sirocco reached out and caught the falling thumbtack, putting it back into the box.
blah blah-
The sound of hurried running echoed as someone passed by nearby.
"Thank you."
After thanking the curly-haired girl, Sirocco looked at the short-haired girl, one of the three who had been identified as the ringleader, who had already run to the classroom door.
However, for Sirocco, this escape speed was far too slow.
"No, no, how can we run away?"
"Huh—!!"
The short-haired girl trembled with fright. Before she knew it, Sirocco had appeared beside her and placed his right hand on her shoulder.
"Then, let's talk about it."
Sirocco put his arm around the short-haired girl's shoulder to prevent her from escaping and closed the classroom door.
Sirocco pushed the short-haired girl to his desk with both hands.
"You're not the kind of person who can't even beat a goblin..."
The short-haired girl wanted to say something, and Sirocco replied:
"Ain Palus, student ID AC2021016, talent is
"Ah...this?...You?...?"
The overly detailed information made Ain's mouth open and close repeatedly.
"You must have worked hard writing all this, but you misspelled Sirocco. It's pronounced 'ro' not 'lo'. Actually, I really want to get along with you amicably, but you really crossed the line this time."
Ain didn't know how to respond and nervously swallowed.
"As proof of our reconciliation... I just counted."
Sirocco's long, slender fingers traced across the rough surface of the table.
“I originally wanted to count by strokes, but I didn’t have enough thumbtacks, so I counted by characters, a total of 18 characters.”
"?"
Ain didn't understand what Sirocco meant.
"I'll round it down to 20. You have to eat 20 of them."
Sirocco smiled and shook the box of thumbtacks in his hand.
Upon understanding the meaning, Ain's face immediately turned pale.
"No! I'm sorry, I really, uh—!!"
Ain burst into tears, but Sirocco restrained her, pinching her mouth shut in a trumpet shape.