Happy Evil Heartbreaker [Modern LitRPG]

Chapter 104: Happy Ending for Class 3!



Initially, everyone saw Dematero’s mythical power as a mere joke, a playful gimmick that seemed like just a coincidence.

However, when this so-called coincidence happened twice in quick succession, and Crissante witnessed Dematero using his mystical power to precisely strike his opponents like a scalpel—first Jimmy, then Henry, followed by Kenny, Hera, and now Gonzal, who was running away holding his stomach in distress—Crissante was left utterly convinced.

Dematero, denying he had superpowers!

Crissante was completely convinced.

This guy truly had great terror!

It seemed that the so-called “rules of supernatural tales” were his creation, and he seemed to possess some kind of curse!

Moreover, he had jokingly mentioned that Jimmy’s seat had issues. Whether there was actually a problem or not, he must have known clearly.

Such a schemer! Every time he used his supernatural ability, it was always at the most appropriate moment…

Crissante was somewhat relieved that she had maintained a decent relationship with Dematero as his diagonal seatmate back then.

Otherwise, if she had accidentally clashed with him, wouldn’t she have been subject to a curse counterattack?

Besides Dematero, Crissante also had a good relationship with Xanthia. They had often chatted after class, having been front and back seatmates before.

This made her feel fortunate. After all, anyone who bullied Xanthia would surely provoke Dematero to act as her “guardian angel.” He no longer bothered to pretend, completely revealing his devotion, shifting from Elena La Loannou to Xanthia.

In short, anyone who dared to provoke him, to test his “curse,” or to bully his “reverse scale” Xanthia, would face unimaginable consequences!

Now, their class, High School Year 1 Class 3, had “The Queen of Laughter and Farts” Hera, and Jimmy and Kenny as the “Urine Kings,” with Kenny even more advanced, crying and urinating at the same time, earning him the title “Crying Urine King.”

But the true “King of Poop” had yet to emerge. Crissante had a strong premonition—

As long as someone was foolish enough to test Dematero’s limits or provoke his “reverse scale” Xanthia, they would likely become the next “King,” and the class would complete its collection of the “Three Kings of Poop, Fart and Urine,” battling for the Iron Throne…

Crissante’s thoughts scattered, while those who had suffered Dematero’s “poisonous hands” increasingly felt that he was a figure of great terror. The best strategy was to stay away from him.

At that moment, the most amusing scene unfolded. After winning the competition, Dematero swaggered toward his class’s cheering squad, causing everyone to take a collective step back!

The sight was striking, as if Dematero walked with an aura of dominance or had activated a “resistance fire ring” skill.

Students from other classes, who were unaware of the situation, were both puzzled and shocked—

“Why does the boy who triumphed in the single-leg chicken fight for Class 1-3 enjoy such elevated status within his class?”

“Isn’t it merely a playful, single-item competition? Why the reverence?”

“Could this be some sort of alternative champion’s welcome? Their uniformity is quite impressive.”

“This boy doesn’t appear monstrous nor does he exude a tough-guy aura. How did he come to be regarded as the boss of Class 3? It’s baffling!”

“Who says Class 3 lacks a boss? I wouldn’t be surprised if this boy stamped his foot and the entire class quaked in response.”

Dematero was momentarily stunned by the scene.

Then he couldn’t help but smile slightly, explaining to the cheering students, “Securing this championship was purely a stroke of luck. The opponent from Class 12 was exceptionally strong, and I was certain we were destined to lose. Yet, at the pivotal moment, they unexpectedly withdrew from the match.”

The more he explained, with that mysterious and fearsome smile on his face, the less secure the students felt.

From what happened on the surface, Dematero had indeed won the championship by luck, as his opponent had withdrawn due to a stomach ache at a critical moment and rushed to the bathroom.

Sunny, who was a friend of Dematero’s from the soccer field, asked a question that cut to the heart of the matter: “If the opponent from Class 12 had continued the match, would he have ended up spraying on the spot?”

Dematero laughed heartily, “Monkey, what do you take me for? How could I possibly know what might have transpired if he had continued? But considering how desperately he was rushing, he likely couldn’t endure any longer. It seems I’ve truly become the ‘champion of luck.’”

“Are you truly unaware?,” Sunny cautiously pressed on.

Dematero was momentarily taken aback, his expression changing slightly. He began to entertain some doubts.

After all, he genuinely considered himself a “reincarnator,” and such people usually have great luck. A touch of supernatural physique seemed reasonable?

But was this “poop and urine” related supernatural physique too degrading for his “reincarnator” status?

“I really don’t know. Don’t make wild guesses,” Dematero denied, though he himself was uncertain.

“Alright, alright, I won’t guess. You’re a bigger person, don’t get angry,” Sunny responded with increasing caution.

“I’m not so easily angered. I have a good temper,” Dematero said kindly.

Oh yes, you have a great temper, considering you beat up Kenny twice and followed Jimmy’s footsteps,” Sunny thought to himself.

He didn’t press further. If Dematero really lost patience and activated his supernatural physique, turning him into the “King of Soccer Poop,” it would be disastrous—his “Soccer Babe” would definitely despise him!

After finishing his conversation with Sunny, Dematero continued to scan Class 3 with a friendly gaze.

He was primarily looking for Xanthia. If she seemed happy about his victory, it would bring him comfort, as his performance had pleased her.

He quickly spotted Xanthia. Her gaze remained as pure and clear as ever, and unlike the other students, she didn’t take luck and coincidence as gospel, playing along with the joke and becoming awestruck.

Her gaze seemed to have a calming effect on him, as if her presence in this world was his spiritual support and home—where his heart felt at ease.

Dematero was even struck with a surge of creative inspiration, eager to return and create more “heart-healing” works. There was no particular reason, but he felt that creating more would surely please her further.

As he scanned the entire class, he also made eye contact with his former goddess, Elena La Loannou…

To his surprise, Elena no longer dared to look at him with disdain or as if he were a scum. It was as if there was something “unlucky” or “terrifying” about him, and being associated with him could bring misfortune and horror.

Clearly, for Elena, who cared deeply about her public image and deliberately maintained her goddess persona, Dematero’s frightening supernatural physique was best taken seriously.

Becoming the "Queen of Poop" would the most catastrophic she could ever do to herself.

This guy was no longer a trivial, clownish boy she could casually provoke or trample on…

After all, if his supernatural abilities were real, they were like a nemesis to Elena La Loannou!

And if Dematero were an evil dark-skinned campus novel protagonist, using his abilities to corner Elena and say, “Goddess, you wouldn’t want to poop in front of everyone and ruin your image, would you?”

Elena would likely be left with no choice but to endure humiliation, kneeling in submission, and letting him manipulate her however he wished…

Elena is trembling in silence, hoping Dematero would honor his words.

This is the significant difference in personalities—Elena’s weakness was her obsession with her public image.

Of course, Elena was a girl after all.

Unlike Hera, who didn’t care about public image and saw the public as mere tools, Hera feared losing face in front of a god-like figure like Dionysius or within her own social strata.

Dematero noticed Elena’s guilty look as she averted her gaze, and his own heart remained unaffected. After all, the two had severed ties completely and were now strangers.

In truth, Elena was filled with terror than guilt towards him.

'She’s hoping for my return? Is she out of her mind? Shameless vixen!'

He never thought of doing anything to prove himself or slap her face, even though such actions were typical for a reincarnator.

But he had genuinely let go. For someone who didn’t care, what was the point of proving himself? His attitude was thoroughly dismissive.

His only purpose in proving himself now was to validate Xanthia’s judgment and bring her glory, not to let her be mocked by Yannis.

After the thrilling victory, Dematero eagerly went up to claim his prize. Whether or not it was a victory of luck, the real question was—did he bring home the gold medal?

In Year 1 Class 3, besides Dematero, who won the gold, there was also Xanthia, which brought a rare sense of satisfaction to the now slightly older Dematero. It felt as if his youthful spirit was being reignited within his younger body.

Although the fun individual events didn't hold as much weight as traditional events and the points they earned for the class were not as high, Dematero’s victory had still propelled Year 1 Class 3 to the second place overall.

Ahead of them was only Year 1 Class 12, and their total points were not significantly higher than Year 1 Class 3.

Thus, the final event of the school sports meet, the class tug-of-war competition, became the ultimate determinant of which class would secure the first-place ranking.

However, the tug-of-war did not feature a showdown between Year 1 Class 3 and Year 1 Class 12.

Year 1 Class 3 advanced to the finals with their robust mix of muscle-bound slackers and Sequanni, who was notably stout. On the other hand, Year 1 Class 12 was knocked out by Year 1 Class 6 in the semifinals.

Each class had around ten participants in the tug-of-war, with five boys and five girls. If the girls performed exceptionally well, it would compensate for any shortcomings, thus boosting the overall strength of the team.

Year 1 Class 12 had a noticeable weakness, which led to their elimination in the semifinals.

Even in the bronze medal match, they faced an unexpected setback when a key player couldn’t stop laughing at the strange and grimacing faces of the opposing team during the tug-of-war, leading to a loss of strength and their eventual fourth place finish.

Meanwhile, Year 1 Class 3 competed fiercely in the finals but lost to Year 1 Class 6, securing the silver medal and maintaining their “almost champions” tradition. Nonetheless, with this second-place finish, their total points surpassed those of Year 1 Class 12!

An amusing moment occurred during the finals when the referee, a chemistry teacher, known for his passion for military equipment, got “catapulted” into the air after he was too slow in moving his foot off the rope. He landed awkwardly, almost falling flat.

This incident, captured and uploaded to a famous streaming platform, became a part of the “Funny Moments of the School Sports Meet” series, bringing joy to countless viewers.

Despite their defeat, Year 1 Class 3 celebrated their victory in overall points with enthusiastic cheers, feeling they had truly triumphed.

At the closing ceremony and award presentation, their homeroom teacher, Mr. Emmanuel El Alcantara, was beaming with pride.

He hadn’t expected his students to perform so impressively, and he relished the rare pleasure of victory at the school sports meet.

He told Year 1 Class 3 with genuine emotion, “You are the most outstanding class I have ever taught in the sports meet. I am incredibly proud of you!”

Mr. Emmanuel’s praise was heartfelt. As a distinguished teacher, he had mostly taught experimental classes, which excelled academically but were often mere background players in sports meets.

For instance, Year 1 Class 2, another experimental class, ended up at the bottom of the total points ranking, though they did receive a consolation award for their enthusiastic cheering.

The value of this consolation prize could not compare to the prestigious victory award earned by Year 1 Class 3, which included a certificate and a trophy from the principal.

If there had been an “FMVP” award, Xanthia would have undoubtedly won it. However, given that the class had Dematero, who might steal the spotlight, the “FMVP” award was probably out of reach.

This was Mr. Emmanuel’s first time enjoying such an honor after many years of teaching.

Unbeknownst to him, Xanthia was a hidden gem whose contributions were crucial in Year 1 Class 3’s ultimate triumph, accounting for at least one-third of their success.

Of course, Xanthia was also the most outstanding athlete from Year 1 Class 3 during the sports meet. Her victory in the 3000-meter run was genuine, earning the highest points for her class.

Though Dematero won a gold medal, it was in a fun individual event, and he himself joked about it being a “luck championship.” If not for the opponent’s crucial withdrawal, the gold might not have been his.

Class 2 and Class 1, both experimental classes, didn’t fare well overall. The lack of sports talents in these classes meant that even a student like Dionysius couldn’t make up for it.

During the closing ceremony, Mr. Emmanuel’s victory speech made the other experimental class teachers, envious. Who would have thought that Year 1 Class 3 had such a strong overall strength?

The results proved that accumulating enough silver and bronze medals, even if they were “almost champions,” could still lead to the top spot in total points.

In addition to Mr. Emmanuel’s speech, Xanthia, as the representative of Year 1 Class 3 athletes, had the honor of speaking in front of the entire school. Her speech, penned by Dematero, emphasized the spirit of perseverance, never giving up, and striving hard, drawing from her performance in the 3000-meter run.

Dematero’s writing skills were nearly at an expert level, and the speech was eloquently crafted and compelling, enhancing its persuasive power.

This led Xanthia to inadvertently embody the “indomitable spirit of the heroine,” adding to her stellar performance.

Thus, Xanthia stole the spotlight at the closing ceremony, significantly boosting her happiness.

Some envious individuals could only watch from below, standing like insignificant extras.

This year’s school sports meet at Thessaloniki First High School came to a perfect close today!


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