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( I skipped the simulation )

Takashi stared at the screen like it owed him money.

The mental and physical torture had finally broken him.

Naofumi… died.

"So he was killed at last…" he muttered, eyes flicking over the aftermath of the simulation. "Who would've thought that even after getting reincarnated as Rias's bishop, this would be his end?"

No dramatic sigh. No mourning.

Honestly? He didn't give a damn.

Naofumi was a test run, an expendable pawn in the grand scheme.

Takashi's attention was already locked on the real treasure:

The reward.

A prize for completing the sim.

Well, surviving it. Technically.

1. Ægis Denial

2. Panty Collection

3. Magic Knowledge

4. Energy Transferal

Takashi blinked.

Then squinted harder, just in case his retinas were lying.

"Why the hell can I only pick one? Didn't I pay for the full ride?"

No answer. As usual.

Stupid system never had customer support.

Still, a choice had to be made.

His gaze lingered on Panty Collection, the most emotionally painful pass of his life.

It wasn't just a collection. It was the collection.

Rias. Akeno. Koneko. Asia. And—dear God—Grayfia.

He clenched his chest dramatically.

"Forgive me, angels of culture… I walk away today not as a coward… but as a man forced by cruel rules."

He wiped an invisible tear off his cheek.

"This collection… shall remain un-sniffed."

He then hovered over Energy Transferal next. Good skill. Solid utility.

But not spicy enough.

"I ain't planning to be anyone's mobile battery," he muttered, flicking it away like a boring Tinder profile.

Now… the final two.

Ægis Denial.

Naofumi's shield.

A sacred gear with evolution potential. Super defence.

But—it was baby-tier right now.

No Rage Shield. No Wrath Dragon. Just base model with a starter kit.

Still, tempting.

Then there was Magic Knowledge.

Mana control basics. Two random elemental kits. Rune knowledge.

A whole damn spellcaster starter bundle.

Downside?

He'd have to grind. Practice. Actually study.

He groaned.

"Ugh, homework."

But then again… variety.

Attacks. Support. Enchantments. Potential to flex on fools.

Takashi rubbed his chin.

"Shield makes me a wall. Magic makes me a problem."

Tough call.

And the timer was ticking.

He exhaled slowly.

Takashi rubbed his chin.

"Shield makes me a wall. Magic makes me a problem."

He leaned closer to the screen, eyes serious.

"Alright then… I choose you."

His finger tapped the screen.

....

Next day

"Oi, did you watch Maou Magical Girl last night?" Kazuomi asked, turning back to chat as thers minutes in starting the clas.

"No," Takashi replied flatly, not even looking up from his phone.

"Oh come on, talk to me," Kazuomi whined,. "I know it was my mistake, but relax. Nothing's gonna happen to the book."

How can he not see Takashi still not over with kiru chan.

Looking up , Takashi spoke in his calm voice "You hope nothing happens."He leaned closer,

"Because if it does, you won't be around long enough to worry about anything else."

Kazuomi blinked.

Then gulped.

"Don't worry—" he started to say, but was cut off as the door slid open.

Click.

In stepped Ragawa Kiriko—their maths teacher.

"Good morning, class," she greeted, setting her notes down. "We'll be starting with some announcements today. Two new students will be joining us from now on."

Instant chaos.

Whispers burst like popcorn all over the room. Desks creaked. Someone in the back yelled, "Please be hot!"

Kazuomi leaned in, whispering like a gremlin, "Let's bet. It's a boy."

Takashi didn't look at him. His eyes were locked on the teacher.

"Nope. one girl," he said casually. "83-57-90. Not bad."

"…What?"

Takashi blinked, like he just realised he'd said that out loud.

"Nothing."

Every day, the memories sharpened just a little more.

Faces became clearer. Names slotted into place. Events he shouldn't have known replayed in high definition.

Like Ragawa Kiriko?

Yeah. She wasn't just any teacher.

He didn't remember the title, but she was definitely from something.

Something with... less algebra and way more moaning.

Hentai.

This wasn't just an anime crossover anymore.

This world was… polluted. Twisted.

Somehow, the walls between normal anime and H-content had collapsed.

And Takashi?

He was right in the middle of the mess.

And loving every second of it.

Though not every mess was fun.

Like today's transfer students.

The door slid open again.

All eyes turned as a girl stepped inside, expression unreadable.

Kazuomi, leaned back slightly and whispered, "Dude. How'd you know?"

"Saw her with Kiriko-sensei going into the principal's office this morning"

The girl picked up a marker and scribbled her name on the board in crisp, clean strokes:

Chizuru Hishiro.

"I'm Chizuru Hishiro," she said in a flat, monotone voice.

Kiriko-sensei gave a small nod and gestured toward the back."You can take the empty seat back there."

No questions. No over-explaining.

Chizuru quietly walked over and sat down beside Takashi.

He glanced sideways, sizing her up.

"Another problem," he muttered under his breath.

Low enough to be subtle.

Not low enough to be silent.

She turned her head and looked straight at him.

Takashi didn't flinch. Didn't try to dodge it.

Instead, he just said, "Takashi Kumoro."

She blinked once. Said nothing.

Kiriko-sensei clapped her hands sharply.

"Alright! Focus, people. We've wasted enough time already."

The classroom groaned in response, but heads turned back toward the front.

Takashi sighed inwardly, leaning back in his chair as his mind raced.

Great. Just when I thought things couldn't get more complicated.

He couldn't help but think about the company that could reverse human age.

He had seen the series, and if there was one thing Takashi knew, it was that the series is far more complex than it was shown.

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