A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Back in his seat, Kenmei Isayama was still shaken, especially by the last words the girl uttered before his memory faded.

"soon..

I will come find you.

Kenmei Isayama knew this was no joke, because now on Kenmei Isayama's arm was a blood-red cherry blossom petal symbol, accompanied by a sudden burning sensation.

This is definitely not a good thing...

Given her condition, the girl who was eaten by the tree definitely wouldn't have survived. She specifically carved a mark to find Kenmei Isayama. Could it be that she was in human form?

It will inevitably become something similar to or comparable to that cherry blossom tree of unknown terrifying level.

Ironically, the most powerful cursed spirit monster that Kenmei Isayama has ever encountered is only a cursed spirit with a curse power level of two, which still gave his "young" mind a great shock at the time.

In contrast, the cherry blossom tree, which embodies both holiness and evil, effortlessly tears through the ground to reveal the terrifying, ever-churning magical power beneath its roots, like a sea of ​​clouds.

That level-two cursed spirit was really too weak. It was like a tiny chick in front of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, not even enough to eat hundreds of chicks in one bite. It couldn't cause any trouble at all.

It's no exaggeration to say that it was the strongest monster Isayama Kenmei had ever seen in his life. How could he not feel his scalp tingle when he was being targeted by such a terrifying being?

Damn it, is this school incompatible with Kenmei Isayama's birth chart? On the first day, I glanced at a pretty female classmate a couple of times, and then I was branded by an unknown entity who said they would come looking for me.

How unfair is this? Just looking at you is illegal.

Kenmei Isayama felt like he was a real sadist (cute little bitch), and of all things, he used his psychic powers to look at Eru Chitanda.

Moreover, Isayama Kenmei couldn't erase this mark even with his spiritual energy; he had already consumed 40 points of mana and still couldn't remove it, and the color hadn't even faded.

Including the 20 points deducted from the previous [Tranquility Mantra], Kenmei Isayama now has a total of 30 mana points left.

Rounding up, the battery was almost empty again, and Kenmei Isayama's anxiety about the battery's endurance returned. Sigh, he immediately stopped using psionic energy. If he continued to test it, he might encounter real danger and not even be able to unleash a psionic attack.

Kenmei Isayama felt immense pressure; he truly couldn't attend school even for a single day.

Danger also means opportunity. If Kenmei Isayama could absorb all the vast and unfathomable magical power of that cherry blossom tree, how many simulations could he activate?

But it's just a thought.

Study hard.

When he saw Asagi-nee looking at him with hostility, Kenmei Isayama had no choice but to take out the same book he had taken out last time from his bag and start studying on his own.

Even though he hadn't studied for a long time, the benefits of having an Intelligence stat of 9 points immediately became apparent. Kenmei Isayama's learning ability was already quite good; before changing his class to [Psychic], his Intelligence stat was already 6 points (plus 2 points after successfully changing to Psychic).

Asagi-nee taught the most difficult math. Isayama Kenmei had already reached the part she was teaching after studying on his own for fifteen minutes. He took out his pen, saw the example problem she wrote on the blackboard, and wrote it down in a few strokes.

As soon as her answers were announced, Kenmei Isayama checked and found they were all correct.

Getting the example questions right doesn't prove anything. He then took out his previous exam paper from his desk; it was blank except for his name, and he hadn't answered a single question. Otherwise, given Isayama Kenmei's original abilities, how could he have become the last in his grade? He had entered the school by taking the entrance exam organized by Aoyama Academy itself.

Isayama Kenmei finished the hour and a half's worth of questions in fifteen minutes. He could answer all the fill-in-the-blank questions except for the last one at a glance. He skipped steps for the short and long questions and wrote down the answers in just a few steps.

I secretly took out my phone, compared it with the answers posted in the class group after the last exam, and then put it back in my desk.

All of this was observed by the chubby boy behind Kenmei Isayama.

Chapter 12 The Forbidden Young Lady

"Isayama-kun, please use this if you don't mind!"

Kenmei Isayama was slightly taken aback as Chitanda Eru tried to hand him something.

He pointed at himself in astonishment.

"What is this? Is it for me?"

"Yes, these are my class notes."

Recalling how she had been caught peeping at someone, Chitanda Eru glanced at Isayama Kenmei with her large, watery eyes before guiltily looking away.

Then, fearing that Kenmei Isayama might misunderstand, he immediately hurriedly explained...

"Because Isayama said during the class meeting that he would study hard, but he had fallen behind in his previous studies."

"So I thought I'd lend you my notes, in case they might be of any help to you."

Chitanda Eru, clutching several notebooks tightly, leaned forward slightly as she spoke anxiously.

"Don't worry about the quality of the notes either, for every course..."

"Okay, okay, Chitanda-san, I understand."

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the girl, almost touching her, Kenmei Isayama immediately took the notebook from her and thanked her.

"Oh, this is Chitanda-san's notebook, how could I doubt it?"

Unlike Kenmei Isayama, who is currently at the bottom of her grade, Eru Chitanda is an excellent student in both character and academics. Since entering the academy, she has consistently ranked in the top ten of her second year. At Aoyama Academy, being in the top thirty of her grade would make her a genius in any high school outside the academy.

"They really helped a lot."

"No, not really. I just enjoy studying a little more."

After seeing that the notes had been sent out, Chitanda Eru breathed a slight sigh of relief and added a sentence.

"Isayama-kun, if there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

"I understand, thank you, Chitanda-san."

"Uh-huh."

Chitanda Eru, whose mood visibly improved as if she could help Kenmei Isayama, nodded happily and then rejoined the girls' group.

"You did it, that's amazing."

You can vaguely hear several girls patting Chitanda Eru's head and praising her.

"Eru is amazing..."

Did you think that Kenmei Isayama was like those "pure" young boys who got shy and couldn't stand seeing girls being affectionate and kept their distance?

How could that be? Kenmei Isayama doesn't consider himself the kind of spineless herbivore.

When faced with Chitanda Eru's approach, Isayama Kenmei chose to take a few steps back, as his survival instinct, which was constantly warning him, was at work.

Don't be fooled by his nonchalant appearance; he's actually terrified inside and could immediately start doing a ghost dance on the spot.

The more adorable this girl was, the more terrifying she was in Kenmei Isayama's eyes.

As Chitanda Eru approached, the pitch-black cursed power emanating from her body went completely berserk, seemingly going out of control.

From Kenmei Isayama's perspective, the intense resentment behind Chitanda Eru materialized into twelve blood-red tentacles, each thicker than her thigh, which then surrounded her from all sides.

But that wasn't all. What truly nearly drove Kenmei Isayama to the brink of madness was the subsequent changes to these spiked tentacles. Their flesh gradually tore open, and soon the surface was covered in blood. As the torn flesh was stretched open, countless seemingly crazed eyeballs were swirling wildly within.

Just as Chitanda Eru was about to pounce on Isayama Kenmei, all those bloodshot eyes opened and stared intently at Isayama Kenmei.

Meanwhile, the flesh-and-blood hound hiding in the shadow of Kenmei Isayama had already bared its sharp teeth and was snarling, emitting a heavy growl. Clearly, these eerie twelve tentacles posed a great threat to its master's personal safety.

Kenmei Isayama could only look at his remaining 30 mana points; what else could he do?

Of course, you should pretend you didn't see anything.

I immediately calmed the restless, flesh-and-blood hounds to stop them from causing trouble, while Kenmei Isayama stared blankly at me, trying to convince himself that he hadn't seen anything.

"Don't touch my face with those tentacles..."

The rough texture disgusted Kenmei Isayama, and his composure crumbled instantly; his heart was practically leaping out of his throat.

In the end, he suppressed the urge to unleash a [Psychic Bomb] on the tentacles of that brat. Kenmei Isayama stared straight at Eru Chitanda, trying to use the girl's cuteness to dispel the awkwardness in his heart. He then chatted casually and ended the conversation in a pleasant and friendly manner.

When he saw Chitanda Eru leave, Kenmei Isayama realized that his back was completely soaked.

Strangely enough, after Chitanda Eru left Isayama Kenmei, those tentacles, which themselves symbolized madness, vanished into thin air like a mirage, as if it were all an illusion created by Isayama Kenmei.

Or perhaps he only reacts to Kenmei Isayama; those girls who touched Eru Chitanda before, they were all fine too.

"That's great! You've been a huge help."

As Kenmei Isayama was drinking a glass of water to calm his nerves, he suddenly heard the chubby boy behind him mimicking their conversation in a sarcastic, sullen tone.

"You already know all of these, so why are you still using Chitanda's notes?"

Previously, when the chubby boy was dismissed from get out of class, he secretly took the test paper that Kenmei Isayama had finished and checked the answers. He got them all right and immediately broke down.

It would be even more painful for Bitma to kill him.

"When I was last in my grade, no one ever told me that."

"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me anytime." This kind of talk...

Kenmei Isayama merely gave a cold laugh, not tolerating the hurtful words he uttered.

The chubby boy's face turned green when he heard this. He wanted to stand up and argue, but Kenmei Isayama didn't even glance at him before walking out of the classroom.

After making a sarcastic remark to the chubby boy, Kenmei Isayama felt much better. Indeed, happiness should always be above the suffering of others.

Just as he opened the back door of the classroom, wanting to go out and breathe some fresh air, Kenmei Isayama sighed.

"unlucky..."

He casually crushed a low-level, humanoid cursed fetus that was standing at the classroom door, blocking his way.

He looked at the pop-up information window

[Absorb spell power, points +1]

Killing something so low-level that it doesn't even qualify as a cursed spirit requires almost no mana loss from Kenmei Isayama; he simply crushes it with his spiritual energy using brutal methods.

The system is normal.

"So it's something on Chitanda Eru, not a curse?"

Having just made a fatal mistake, when Kenmei Isayama picked up the notebook, he seemingly touched Eru Chitanda's fingers with the back of his hand, but in reality, he used a small knife made of psionic energy to cut a blood-red mist fragment less than a millimeter in size.

The effect was evident; it was completely useless until the fragment dissipated into the air, as the system was unable to absorb the jutsu fragment that had separated from Chitanda Eru.

Logically, the Warhammer Simulator should be able to absorb such remnants of cursed magic, but it did not trigger any reaction.

Forget it, I won’t force it.

It now seems that it wasn't that Class A's classroom had good feng shui and was free from cursed spirits, but rather that they were afraid of what was inside Chitanda Eru's body.

They dared not cross the line at all.

Kenmei Isayama looked at the listless, oddly-looking students walking down the second-year corridor, and with a thought, his hands were covered in spiritual energy.