Somewhere in space, several spaceships were in pursuit of another ship up ahead. This had been going on for many days. Several times, the pursuing ships had been on the verge of cornering their fleeing target, but at the critical moment, it always managed to escape.
"Tch, we've committed so much firepower, and we can't even stop a single ship!"
"The target is accelerating. If this keeps up..."
"Battle level orange. C-class weapons are authorized! We absolutely cannot let it escape. We must stop it at all costs!"
"Understood!"
Seemingly pushed to their limit, the pursuing ships decided they couldn't let this continue. They fired a volley of space torpedoes at the fleeing ship.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
"Ah..."
Flames erupted in a series of explosions. Although the torpedoes didn't score a direct hit, the shockwaves still caused some damage to the fleeing ship. The entire vessel shook, and its speed slowed.
"Hmph, looks like this is the end of the line. Capture it!"
Overjoyed, the pursuing ships accelerated, preparing to surround the damaged vessel. They were about to succeed, but—
"How can I... how can I... give up in a place like this!"
To everyone's astonishment, the ship, which had been shaking violently, suddenly shot out two jets of blue flame and accelerated forward. It passed through a space node and vanished without a trace...
…
"Yo, Mikan-chan. Ohayo. You're up early again today."
Stretching by the window, Sora smiled and greeted Mikan, who was also opening her window and poking her little head out.
"Ohayo, Sora-san. You're the one who's always so early."
Completely used to it and with no awkwardness, Mikan was no longer as shy or surprised as she had been initially. She smiled and waved back at him.
Ever since Sora moved in, this scene played out every morning. Although Mikan was a bit shy and surprised at first, after a few times, she got used to it.
Though still young, Mikan was an extremely capable and self-disciplined girl. She had a regular schedule and would wake up early every day to prepare breakfast and lunch boxes for herself and her older brother, Rito.
In her eyes, her new neighbor Sora-san was a truly special and outstanding boy. Not only did he live independently, but he also had a regular, industrious schedule just like she did. It was truly rare, and her fondness for him couldn't help but deepen.
Thinking of her own good-for-nothing brother who still lazed in bed every day, and then thinking of the excellent Sora-san, she couldn't help but sigh and shake her head helplessly.
After chatting with Sora for a bit, Mikan said her goodbyes and went to prepare breakfast and lunch for herself and Rito. After she left, Sora dropped his smile and yawned:
"Hah... Today's check-in is done. Time for another nap."
Muttering to himself, Sora walked back to his room, flopped onto his comfortable bed, and was soon fast asleep again.
Well, if Mikan had seen this, she would surely have been incredibly shocked, but she would never have the chance...
…
He didn't know how long he slept, but he only woke up again when he heard Rito outside, calling for him to go to school. Feeling much more refreshed, he got up, got dressed, washed up, and tidied himself a bit before walking out, munching on a piece of bread.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Rito-kun."
He greeted Rito with a smile. A new day had begun...
Several days had passed since the last incident. Although the great Demon King Sora's reputation had soared at school again, the Earth was still spinning, and life went on.
Since then, the boys in class had become even more hostile and ostracizing towards him. Forget about interacting, they would just give him a cold, hateful glare whenever they saw him. However, they seemed to be wary of his abilities, as no one had actively tried to start trouble yet, so he ignored them.
As for the girls, it goes without saying. Their fanaticism and infatuation with him had grown even more intense; they practically worshipped him as an idol. And besides sleeping and chatting, Sora now had more things to do at school: receiving love letters, reading love letters, writing love letters, replying to love letters...
Arriving at school with Rito and entering the classroom, he saw that his deskmate, Haruna, hadn't arrived yet, so he went straight to his seat.
He opened his desk. As expected, it was full of little envelopes with red hearts on them. He nodded with satisfaction. Today would be another fulfilling day.
He randomly picked out a letter and opened it. Looking at the neat, delicate handwriting, he would nod from time to time, as if the paper, filled with a girl's love and purity, had taken him back to that innocent era as well.
A curve formed on his lips. After reading the letter, Sora took out a pen and started writing. When he was done, he folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, set it aside, and took out another one...
"Sora-kun, you're really popular with the girls."
It was Haruna's voice. She had arrived at some point. Watching his busy work, she spoke in a slightly sour tone as she organized her own bag.
"Heh... Is Sairenji-san jealous? If there was a letter from you in here, I would give you a proper reply too, you know."
Lifting his head to look at the beautiful, cute girl, Sora said with a wicked smile.
"I would never write something like that to you, Sora-kun."
The old Haruna would have immediately turned bright red, but the current girl just rolled her eyes with a look of resignation.
Sitting down, she continued to organize her things, chatting with him from time to time, while he continued his work, responding intermittently.
The old Haruna was a quiet, reserved, and rather introverted girl. But after her transformation last time, she had become much more cheerful and lively, exuding a stronger sense of confidence. She had even learned to joke around occasionally when interacting with the other girls.
Not only that, but her stiff deskmate relationship with Sora had also been broken.
Sometimes, seeing him either sleeping or playing games on his phone in class, to the point where the teacher's face turned green with anger, she would nudge his arm to tell him to tone it down. After class, she would also proactively start conversations with him, and she would humbly ask for his help when she encountered difficulties in her studies.
Although their relationship was still limited to this and hadn't progressed further, they had truly reached the level of deskmates and friends. And even so, the boys in class were already jealous enough to die!
By the window, Rito watched Sora and Sairenji chatting and laughing, and couldn't help but sigh, his expression a little downcast. But as if remembering something, his gaze quickly became firm again.
Clenching his fist, he looked away from them, took out his textbook, and began to read very seriously...
You sit by the window watching the scenery, while the person watching the scenery is behind you. Rito didn't know that all his actions were being watched by a comrade named Saruyama behind him, who now wore a shocked expression as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Rito, that guy who just muddles through and thinks about Sairenji all day, is actually studying seriously? I must be seeing things!"
Comrade Saruyama was shocked. He looked at Rito, then at Sora and Haruna, and then, as if enlightenment struck his monkey-like brain, he seemed to understand something.
Tilting his head back to look at the classroom ceiling, Comrade Saruyama had a look of endless emotion:
"Rito's dad, Rito's mom, you can rest easy now. Your boy has finally awakened!"
"Rito, work hard! Prove to Sairenji that you're a real man, that there's something you can do too! Your brother will always have your back!"
Rito, who had been diligently reading, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked around, and seeing nothing unusual, he thought he must have been imagining things. He refocused and quickly became immersed in his studies again...
Soon, it was time for class. Sora was the same as always: sleeping, playing games, replying to love letters. In short, he did everything except study, making the teacher shake his head helplessly.
However, what brightened the teacher's day was that while Sora was still as depraved as ever, Rito had made a big change in the past two days. The usually careless and muddling student had become incredibly serious and focused in class. The teacher nodded, feeling a sense of relief.
The morning passed quickly. Before long, the bell rang, signaling lunch break.
Most students, both boys and girls, had brought their own lunch boxes. Those who hadn't went to the cafeteria or the school store to figure something out.
"Hah... I should go eat too."
Seeing Risa and Mio already walking towards Haruna with their lunch boxes, Sora stood up, stretched, and headed out of the classroom.
"Sora-kun hasn't been bringing a lunch box lately. Is he eating at the cafeteria? But the food there isn't very good."
"Well... I'm not sure..."
Watching Sora leave, Risa and Mio chatted casually, not paying it much mind. Haruna, however, seemed thoughtful, taking their words to heart.
"Hehehe... Haruna, what did you make today? Let us try, let us try!"
"Yeah, yeah, Haruna-chan's cooking is the best! I want some too!"
"Ugh... Risa, Mio, why do you guys steal my lunch every day..."
…
Click...
The sound of a door opening. Mikado Ryouko walked into her infirmary.
The principal, who had been missing for several days, had finally returned. However, he was in a tattered, beggar-like state and had asked her to treat him.
According to him, he had been kicked into the Sahara Desert by some guy and had only managed to make his way back after enduring countless hardships and being helped by many kind people along the way.
Recalling the shameless principal recounting his tale of blood and tears with snot and tears streaming down his face, the hyper-energetic and lecherous man, Ryouko still felt the urge to laugh.
Taking off her white coat and placing it on the desk, she was about to go to the kitchen to make some food when she suddenly stopped. Looking at the figure lounging on the sickbed, her eye twitched with extreme speechlessness.
"Mikado-sensei, you're finally back. I've caught the disease of being hungry again. Please treat me."
Well, the one speaking was none other than our great Demon King Sora!
"Sora-kun, if you're hungry, bring your own lunch or go to the cafeteria. You've already freeloaded several meals from me. If you keep this up, it's very troublesome for me too!"
With her arms crossed, Ryouko replied irritably, deciding she couldn't indulge this brat any longer today.
Ever since that last time, this kid had come to her place every day at noon to mooch a meal, using the excuse that he had "the disease of being hungry" and needed her to treat him!
Even in all her travels across the universe, she had never met such a shameless brat. At first, Ryouko had indulged him with the mindset of a tolerant older sister, but not only did he not know when to stop, he pushed his luck even further. At this rate, it was clear he planned to latch onto her for good!
"I don't care! You're a doctor, and right now I have the disease of being about to starve to death! Either you cure me, or I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving!"
What made Ryouko want to flip out was that this brat was really pushing his luck and throwing a tantrum!
Watching Sora roll around on the bed like a pouting child, she was so angry her ample chest heaved, and she was speechless for a long moment.
"Hah... Sora-kun, are you really not leaving?"
Deciding she had to teach this brat a lesson today, Ryouko's face darkened as she finally composed herself, and her entire aura changed.
The temperature in the room shot up, and the floor began to bubble like molten lava. A fiery red aura radiated from Ryouko, making her look like a siren from a volcano—enchanting and beautiful, yet terrifyingly dreadful!
A normal person would have been screaming in terror at such a scene, but it was impossible to intimidate Sora with a display like this.
"Mikado-sensei, as long as you don't cure my illness, I really don't plan on leaving."
With a wicked smile, Sora sat up, and his battle aura erupted, unleashing a heaven-shaking presence.
The surging airflow blew the things in the room into a chaotic mess, while Ryouko let out a shriek, her power dissipating as she collapsed to the floor.
"Sora-kun, wh-who on earth are you?!"
Gone was her previous composure. Ryouko looked at Sora with a horrified and astonished expression.
Although she herself was not skilled in combat, she could still feel it—the world-destroying aura that had emanated from him for that brief instant!
This was a power that no normal human could possess. A Devilukean? A Glitterian? A Dark Demonian? A Draconian... One by one, the top-ranking races in the universe flashed through her mind, and her gaze towards Sora became wary.
"Mikado-sensei, I'm just me. A student who has caught the disease of being hungry and hopes you'll treat him. Are you still unwilling to help me now?"
With a grinning face, Sora replied nonchalantly.
She stared at Sora for a long time, until her eyes grew tired, but she couldn't figure anything out. Ryouko sighed and stood up.
Although she didn't know where this bratty monster had come from, he didn't seem to have any malicious intent; he just wanted to mooch a few meals off her. To prevent him from causing any trouble, she felt she had no choice but to give in and accommodate him.
"I'll 'treat' you. You clean up this room!"
Gritting her teeth, Ryouko said irritably.
"Hahahaha... Leave it to me!"
With a loud laugh, Sora's figure flashed as he activated his light-speed. In less than a second, the room was tidy again. By the time Ryouko reacted, he was already lying on the bed with his legs crossed, humming a tune.
Her mouth twitched. Ryouko's heart sank completely. She shot him a fierce glare and walked towards the kitchen.
Watching the back of the beautiful teacher with her swaying hips, a curve formed on Sora's lips. This is a top-tier woman. How should I go about training her...