April, just the time of the school season.
[Private Shuka University]
The spring wind rose suddenly, a few early cherry blossoms on the branches swayed slightly, lightly floating down onto students' shoulders, the crowd lively and boisterous.
In a certain classroom on the fourth floor of the teaching building, in the seat by the window, a boy in a white uniform tilted his head, lost in thought as he gazed at the distant scenery. The wind messed up his clean short hair, revealing those light chestnut-colored eyes, like a sky full of stars.
A high nose bridge, beautiful lip lines—just a side profile was enough to make one's heart flutter with its beauty.
A few girls fooling around as they entered the class suddenly paused their steps, even their playful voices came to an abrupt halt.
"Yumiko, you… you pinch me," one of them spoke like she was sleep-talking.
The girl called "Yumiko" had long hair down to her waist, like golden silk spread flat. At this moment, her light green pupils shrank slightly, staring dazedly at the boy by the window for a long while, unable to return to her senses.
Clearly such an improper display, yet the other classmates in the class didn't mock it. Instead, they revealed expressions of deep empathy.
"Another poor soul enchanted by Kurumizaka-kun."
"Actually, your reaction just now wasn't much better than hers."
"Damn it, I just… wasn't mentally prepared! Doesn't count!"
"What a joke. It's everyone's first day. You make it sound like we were prepared."
"Guess how long she will stay dazed?"
"Five minutes? If no one wakes her, maybe even half an hour."
"Too exaggerated…"
"Because you were dazed for ten whole minutes just now, and even lunged like a pervert trying to take advantage. I had to stop you with great difficulty."
"Damn you! You ruined my moment!"
Such conversations echoed throughout every corner of the classroom.
Enter class, get beauty-struck by the beautiful boy by the window, daze, then get snapped out of it.
This set of procedures had already become the subconscious code written into every new student. It looped continuously, regardless of gender. Anyone who looked got muddled.
Even the homeroom teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka, known as the Invincible Iron Fist, was no exception.
Like a pervy old man, she stared at Kaito, the student, for ages, even let out disturbing "hehehe" laughter.
Finally woken by other students, perhaps because she felt too embarrassed to face them, she gave a quick self-introduction and escaped back to the office like fleeing.
"Um, classmate? You can snap out of it now?"
Miura Yumiko and her group were still dazed, blocking the classroom door tightly. Finally, a student who couldn't bear it any longer stepped up and patted the blonde girl on the shoulder.
Finally regaining clarity.
Realizing what she had done, Miura Yumiko's face turned bright red.
Being mentally charmed by a beautiful boy you just met… she's not that kind of looks-judging pervert girl.
Forcing herself to act calm, Yumiko led her friends into the classroom and found empty seats in the front row.
Yet in her mind, that stunning scene still echoed.
Yumiko wasn't someone who hadn't seen handsome guys. Her high school classmate Hayama Hayato was a rare sunshine-type handsome guy who'd never lacked girls confessing to him since childhood.
But compared to that unknown beautiful boy by the window, it was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.
'No! Yumiko, you have to control yourself!'
Miura Yumiko tried hard to stay sane, even bit the tip of her tongue.
But her eyes didn't listen.
'Just one more look.'
'Only one.'
'Last look!'
'…Damn it,' her body felt like it had auto-aim turned on, and the crosshairs moved over automatically.
'I am NOT the kind of girl who gets lustful just from seeing a pretty face!'
April. Spring. The time when cherry blossoms bloom.
Miss Miura Yumiko, the top-tier Queen of Flame from high school, let out the above unwilling, angry roar in her heart on the first day of enrollment.
———
As for the stares around him, whether direct, bold, shy, or greedy, Kaito had long gotten used to it.
As a transmigrator, this was already his second time transmigrating.
In his first life, Kaito had just graduated and, while job hunting, saved a little girl on her way home from school, only to get hit by a red-light-running truck and flung into the air.
Perhaps due to the saying 'good deeds reap rewards,' when Kaito opened his eyes again, he had already physically transmigrated to a fantasy world and was chosen by a passing cold fairy to be her disciple, joining Courting Death Sect, the number one sect in the Nine Provinces.
In just four hundred years, he broke through realms repeatedly and rose to become a mighty Nascent Soul Lord.
Even within Courting Death Sect, he was a famous handsome youth throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.
Countless fairy ladies and demon girls fell for him at first sight and threw themselves at him. Even if he dual cultivated with a new woman each day, it would be enough to last him two hundred years.
But at that time, Kaito practiced the Path of Ruthlessness and had no worldly desires.
Even his fairy master once complained that he was nothing but an 'emotionless cultivation puppet,' and had even tearfully said, ("You stinky disciple, I hate that you're like a wooden log!")
At that time, Kaito didn't understand what she meant.
Actually, even now he was a bit clueless, probably, maybe, perhaps she was urging him to find a Dao companion?
That touched upon Kaito's knowledge blind spot.
Counting this life, he could barely be considered having lived three lives.
His first life, though he received love letters until his hands went soft, was so busy studying that he never even held a girl's hand before being lovingly sent off by a truck.
Second life, cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness, he only wanted to glimpse the mysteries of the great Dao. Women? What a hindrance.
Unfortunately, he missed one step in the final tribulation to ascend and failed to become immortal.
Now came the third life.
'I probably failed my tribulation last time. My master must be heartbroken, right?'
Maybe she even hides in her cave at night, secretly crying while angrily cursing her useless disciple.
As her only disciple, not being able to serve by her side was one thing. But now, facing his master's only remaining wish, Kaito really wanted to fulfill it.
[A/N: Insert a clarification notice here.]
In the eyes of the world, practitioners of the Path of Ruthlessness are often labeled 'cold-blooded.' Killing wife, child, father, and mother to prove the Dao has seemingly become their standard routine. Anyone blocking their Dao must die! I'll kill kill kill kill kill!
But that's just stereotypes talking.
The Path of Ruthlessness might gradually erase a cultivator's desires, but it doesn't turn them into sunset vampires or morning demons.
It also won't drastically change their nature or make them abandon their loved ones.
They're just devoted monks chasing enlightenment, not some demonic tyrant of the cultivation world.
'Back to the main story.'
'Life-saving grace. Teacher's kindness. These must be repaid.'
'Since master hopes I find a Dao companion, then I'll look for one.'
'Also fulfill the bond of master and disciple.'
That said, Kaito was not a man who'd just settle.
At least according to his simple view of love, the other half must be someone with mutual affection.
A connection without emotional foundation was just a cold exchange of benefits, he had to refuse.
"So complicated," At this thought, Kaito sighed.
'Love is such a hassle. If only it was as simple as cultivation.'
"…Kurumizaka-san," A clear female voice suddenly came from above, as if pretending to be calm.
'Hm?'
In front of him stood a girl with long golden hair, her features exquisitely drawn, slender legs and narrow waist. From any angle, she was undoubtedly a flawless beauty.
At this moment, her pretty face was blushing strangely, her voice no longer the confident one she used with others.
"Is there something you need?", Kaito straightened up and met those evasive eyes directly.
"I'm Miura Yumiko."
Just a side profile earlier had already caused a 100,000-point critical strike to her heart.
Now facing him head-on, Miura Yumiko could even more deeply feel that unreasonable charm.
The Queen of Flame's gaze shifted. The blush on her pretty face deepened, "Can we exchange Line accounts?"
Like a guilty thief, not even waiting for Kaito to answer, she hurriedly added—
"I—I'm asking on behalf of a friend!"
[A/N: All characters in this book are of legal age; all schools are universities. This is a cross-anime worldview. Some character settings have been altered; please understand. MC is basically close to invincibility; refuses to be humiliated.]
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