The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City

Chapter 58: Polaris—Someone Set Violet Ablaze. (2)

The girl, who seemed to be the leader, treated me extremely roughly.

Being forcefully lifted by my hair was an unpleasant experience.

“Do you know Martin?”

“Yes.”

“He’s our friend. That’s why we’re here to teach you a lesson.”

“Ah, I see.”

Martin?

Was it that blond delinquent who bragged about his sister being the head of the freshmen oversight committee?

I remembered how he used to leer at Daphne with perverse eyes.

I had reprimanded him a few times for that.

Was this retaliation for that?

“What? ‘Ah, I see’? Are you joking?”

-Smack!

She slapped me, apparently finding something offensive.

Ouch, another hit.

At this rate, my face was going to swell up like a pufferfish.

[The subject’s pain perception is distributed and dulled across their clones—Dulling rate: 5%.]

These bastards, I noticed faint traces of mana flowing as they hit me.

If I didn’t have the ability to distribute the pain to my clones, I would have been wailing and crying.

“Your name’s Violet, right? Do you remember what you did?”

I

There was so much I needed to ask.

“This… You were talking about that Martin guy’s sister, weren’t you? Am I right?”

“What? I don’t know…! I didn’t say anything like that…”

The gang leader faltered in his words as he observed my expression.

It felt like someone was pushing me from behind, urging me to act.

Fine, this is necessary.

Shouldn’t I teach these scumbags a real lesson, one they’d feel deep in their bones?

My head spun.

I wanted to cry.

I was so furious, so annoyed, I couldn’t hold it in.

But even in this rage, my thought process was unbelievably clear.

If only my mind was murky like muddy water, it would’ve been easier.

But everything I needed to do was so glaringly obvious that it made me feel uneasy.

The night air was cold, but it wasn’t enough to cool my anger.

I couldn’t just sit still any longer.

I pulled out a handful of recovery syringes that I had stockpiled in my inventory but never used.

“I’m going to ask you some questions now. I hope you’ll answer honestly. Got it? Tell me exactly who ordered this, where they live, and why they did it…”

“Go to hell, you crazy bitch!”

I swung a hammer at the tip of his finger.

“Arghhh! Stop! Ahhh!”

“See this recovery syringe? It’s not even midnight yet. We have plenty of time.”

I swung it again.

And again.

Harder each time.

I injected the recovery syringe.

Then I hit him again.

And injected it again.

The night was long, and the amount of information we exchanged wasn’t small.

There were plenty of people to question too.

And again, I swung.

Bang, bang!

I don’t even know why I’m doing this.

The night was long, and a lot could be accomplished.

The next day, I was finally able to meet the root cause of all these problems.

Maybe it was because of all the things I did last night, but I felt a bit mentally drained.

Unfortunately, if I could have met them and settled things that night, it would’ve been cleaner.

But when I visited, only their family was home.

If that had been the case, I wouldn’t have had to use these laughable and doomed academy rules to my advantage.

I sat on the desk in the clubroom—which was now used as an administrative office—and waited for a long time.

Soon enough, the door swung open, and a female student entered.

She looked me up and down with a suspicious gaze, and I could see sparks flying in her eyes.

Ah, so you know who I am.

No need for introductions, then.

She was a female student with a haughty air, her long blond hair tied up in a ponytail.

Her appearance was quite pretty, but her sharp, spiteful gaze completely ruined the impression.

And her current red-faced look only made her appear worse.

Not that I could say much, since I was the one who made her this way.

“Hello, Martina.”

“You, you! What did you do to my brother… to my brother?!”

Instead of answering, I pulled out a pair of work gloves and flung them at her.

I just felt like trying it once.

I hoped the flying gloves would smack her in the face.

Unfortunately, the bitch snatched them mid-air.

She’s quick too.

“You know who I am, don’t you? A duel, you damned bitch.”