Return From God Quest
3. A stench that finally smelled

"Who the Boss?."

I asked the last students who were still conscious, while the others had lost consciousness after I 'played' with them.

"Ka... Ka's... You?."

The girl's voice trembled with great fear, she was unsure of the answer she had but there was nothing else she could think of, all her friends had already said many things but they ended up ill-fated.

The girl could only close her eyes waiting for her junior to beat her up like the theme had.

‘Why did everything become like this, shouldn't it be our turn to enslave new disciples?.’

The girl recalled the time when she was still a new student who had the bad luck of being treated like a slave.

Slavery done by seniors has become a tradition in their schools, everyone should understand about this.

‘I realize if our way is too excessive, but the leader says if everything is allowed. He even said if the worse this girl is needed then the better.’

He was reminded of someone asking his group to target the girl.

‘But everything ended like this.’

Looking back at all his friends made the girl's fear even more so. She almost cried but tried to hold on because she did not want what happened to one of her friends to happen to her as well.

"Good answer."

"Eh?."

The girl's eyes opened wide as if she could not believe it if her guess was correct. Leaving it alone, I took out a dirty school uniform.

"Damn it, how can I wear this."

I angrily threw the uniform at the pile of students. My gaze was then directed at the unconscious students.

"Sad."

I'm not satisfied to see all the red uniforms soiled by bloodstains. Until there was only one student left who did not so I just played.

"Grand...."

She screamed in fear as I re-targeted her.

"You know this is going to happen, right?."

I said with the best smile I could make, but it made the girl lose consciousness.

***

Walking in the corridors of the school made me the object of everyone's gaze, not just the student but the teacher as well.

In my previous life they kept looking at me like this. But the way they looked at me this time was very different.

Before they would laugh to see me battered, there was not the slightest sympathy they showed for my misfortune.

But now they were silent, only able to whisper carefully. They were all so wary of me. It was all because of the uniform I was wearing.

"Isn't that a first-year student who should be 'Dischoolin’ today?."

"Yes, the head of OSIS even told me to mock him rudely once they finished giving the girl ‘Lesson’."

My steps stopped to stare at the two students who were talking about me, they looked frightened then immediately rushed to walk away.

It made me remember how badly they took care of me when I walked down the aisle like this. Some call me a cheap girl, a chicken and so on. Others threw me with rubbish.

"the OSSIS,"

Smile as I stared at my fist that was covered in wounds from continuously beating the senior before.

After ‘Play’ with the second-rate seniors, I realized that if my body was very weak, it was only natural that I had lived so hard.

"Think of it again, I'd imagine if I ever returned to the past. At that time I made a list of the names of the people I wanted to beat up."

".... I made a long list back then, and some of the names I wrote should still be in this school."

No matter if this body will survive or not, the important grudge from my previous life will be my revenge today.

The door of the OSIS room that was locked from the inside I kicked it until it broke. I smiled brightly when I saw the seniors were very surprised to see me.

My joy grew even more when I saw that they were currently having a drug party

"Well it looks fun, can I join in?."

All the seniors looked at each other like Iraqis they had trouble digesting what was going on. It was very reasonable because almost all of them were under the influence of drugs.

"I thought it would be more difficult, but it seems like I'm the one who's too worried."

By force I joined the party of the OSIS.

The next few hours the school became so frenzied, the sirens sounded earthy as ambulances and police arrived.

The medics immediately took more than twenty injured students, while the police took me for detention.

Dozens of reporters gathered to cover the. Before being taken into the police car, I smiled at the dozens of cameras that kept on highlighting me.

"I hope Grandpa's age doesn't get any shorter because of this."

***

Royal High School is a well-known school that only has two entry points for prospective students to attend there.

The first student can only be a student of that school by invitation of a scholarship.

While the second path is if their parents have wealth and power, in other words using the power of money.

Since its establishment twenty years ago the famous school never got into trouble. Not because the school is operating well, but quite the opposite.

Share some students, life in school is like hell, especially those who enter through the scholarship path.

However, whatever happens inside the school never smells bad outside because the Royal School is guarded by people who have 'power'.

But not this time, a troublemaking girl who had made dozens of elite students dying would not be easy to deal with.

Usually a troublemaker like him could easily be removed by the school, but this time was different.

That girl is too dangerous.

"In prison, I can't even close my eyes for a second. They put me in a cell containing seven grown men. Four policemen came in because of the commotion, but they didn't make things better, they were worse than the criminals trying to touch me."

In a closed trial, I testified to the judge for what I had experienced during my two days in prison.

Everyone who heard my story was in disbelief, ‘How could a girl who had just entered first grade High School be able to fight eleven grown men.’ maybe that was what they thought.

"Stop all this shit!." The prosecution refused to believe my testimony. "How could an ordinary girl like her be able to do that. If he was a hero returning from another world it might just happen. But this is not a novel story!."

Without her knowing it, the public prosecutor has revealed my current circumstances. That's right I'm a hero who just came back from another world.

But maybe someone will believe that.

The judge was silent, staring at the medical reports of seven prisoners and four policemen. All the injuries suffered by the eleven adult men were very severe, even one of them almost lost his life.

Grandfather had done a lot to secure all the evidence, a very difficult job because his opponent was probably the entire important person in the country.

But even though all the evidence has been collected, all the decisions remain with the judge. I can only hope that the old man with the thick mustache (judge) is a straight man.

After all, if I were to be named a suspect, there would be no prison to hold me.

‘I don't like prisons. While still being the messenger of the Gods, I have many bad memories with such a place.’

The judge turned his attention to me for a moment then looked back at the file in front of him. Until the end he said his decision.

(End)