Teacher A’s eyes darted about as she thought for a long moment, then finally swallowed her anger and raised her voice: "This is the last time. If any student dares to break school rules again, they will be severely punished!"
Hearing that, Nerio lifted his hand, wearing the expression of an eager learner. "Teacher, what kind of punishment would there be if someone broke the rules?"
Teacher A narrowed her eyes, her gaze icy cold. "You could always try breaking the rules yourself and see."
At that, Nerio arched his brows. The smile at the corners of his lips shifted slightly, his mouth parting just a little as a faint laugh slipped out.
He suddenly raised his hand, tapping his forefinger lightly forward.
Before anyone could react, a shard of ice as long as an arm, ten centimeters thick at the center and tapering to sharp points at both ends, shot forth—piercing straight through Teacher A’s head, reducing it to a mess of gore.
Bang!
The shard embedded itself into the dark green-black chalkboard before dispersing into icy dust.
Teacher A’s body remained frozen upright for a few seconds before collapsing with a heavy, dull thud. Blood gushed outward, as though it would soak the entire classroom floor.
At the same time, her arms and legs suddenly transformed into writhing tentacles, attempting to crawl away. But starting from her neck—the wound where the ice had passed—frost spread rapidly, until her entire body crumbled into icy dust.
She had no mouth left to scream. Before she completely disintegrated, she couldn’t even let out a single cry.
The boy rested his chin in his palm, lips curled into a brazen grin, and said lazily, "Oh? Looks like breaking the rules doesn’t have such terrible consequences after all."
[Aaaaaaaaaa Nerio, no! Husband, husband, husband, no, no, top alpha enigma meow meow, please step on my third leg!]
[These idiots really thought they could challenge Nerio, hahaha!]
[I feel more thrilled than when Nerio’s acting, who else gets it!!!!]
[This is precisely what I want to see whenever I take my pants off!]
[I’m coming, I’m coming...]
[I know Nerio is torturing my little brother, but I have no proof.]
[The comment system has officially given up on censoring accounts :))]
[Damn it, Nerio in this look, acting so arrogant, is the best. My little shota heart can’t take it anymore!]
[Nerio, you should’ve stabbed me, not that vulgar woman!]
The comment feed exploded in the noisiest way imaginable. Inside the dungeon, however, the atmosphere in Classroom A3-09 erupted in a completely different manner. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
A silence so chilling it was terrifying.
The moment Teacher A collapsed, every student in the classroom went abruptly, unnaturally quiet—like a room full of mannequins hastily arranged, a stark contrast to their noisy, lively chatter from just moments before.
And as for the players—they weren’t frozen in place, they couldn’t find the words to speak.
Nerio... Nerio was way too wild!
The classroom had four rows.
Leonard, Nerio, Lucian, and a girl named Aria sat in the last row. Aria wore glasses, her neat black bob cut to her chin, and beneath the Dove High School uniform, her outfit looked like it belonged to a regular student from outside. She was a student.
In front of Aria sat a student NPC, while the other three in that row were Damian, Liora, and Thomas.
At this moment, they all had their eyes fixed on Nerio, each looking utterly speechless.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t speak—they didn’t dare to. Who knew what words might offend Nerio? They feared their end would be the same as that teacher’s.
Thomas couldn’t help but grit his teeth inwardly. Teacher A had looked like a mini-boss, one they’d already anticipated having to deal with later on. Yet Nerio had resolved everything with nothing more than the lift of a hand...
Why, why, why—why did Nerio suddenly appear this early? He wasn’t supposed to show up yet! This was supposed to be their stage, not his!
"What’s wrong? Everyone’s looking at me like that—do I have something on my face?" Nerio suddenly turned to them, asking with an innocent expression.
The group quickly shook their heads frantically and averted their eyes.
Leonard glanced at Nerio nervously and whispered, "The school has rules. Your actions were too dangerous."
Before Nerio could reply, Lucian sneered, "How pointless your worrying is. No matter what happens, Nerio is a god. He can’t die."
Leonard opened his mouth, ready to argue, but Nerio cut in, saying, "What are you talking about? I’m just a small, weak classmate! I’m scared too!"
Lucian: "..." He was at a loss for words. He did love God’s childlike appearance, but even as a child, God hadn’t had such a sharp tongue.
Nerio, however, paid Lucian no mind.
He leaned toward Leonard, suddenly sweeping his hair aside, revealing his sharply defined features. "You look strong. You’ll be able to protect me, won’t you?"
Nerio’s face drew so close that Leonard stiffened, his ears turning red. Almost unconsciously, he responded, "Of course."
Satisfied, Nerio let Leonard’s long hair fall back into place, immediately blocking Leonard’s line of sight. Leonard hurriedly brushed his hair to the sides again, eyes locked wide-open on Nerio, as if terrified that if he looked away even for a moment, something might happen to him.
[For god’s sake, this little wifey act... Leonard, are you even capable?!]
[Are there seriously people hoping Leonard will bully Nerio? At this rate, if Nerio told him to die, he’d probably smile and walk right off, hahaha.]
[Suddenly, I can’t stop imagining Degenerate and Asta meeting again, hahaha. With Asta’s personality, who knows what would happen.]
[Don’t drag another god into this. They’re not close.]
[These fans are so annoying. Nerio, can you confirm whether you’re actually close with the other gods or not!]
[I feel like Nerio and Degenerate would make good friends...]
[Yeah, they’re way too similar, hahaha.]
[So, Prophet’s the only one left isolated?]
[Please. Has this person ever even watched a dungeon run with Prophet? Let me tell you, Prophet is the one isolating everyone else.]
[You seriously don’t know what humor is.]
[And you seriously eat dog shit.]
He’d only just appeared, and the comment section had already erupted into countless battles. Nerio’s influence was terrifying. Silvanus couldn’t help but marvel—almost as if he weren’t the one playing Nerio at all.
Just then, the classroom door suddenly opened again. At the same time, the students inside seemed to "come back to life." Though they still sat upright at their desks, it was clear to the players that everything had reset.
The blood on the floor had vanished, the chalkboard was back to normal, and the students showed no trace of fear—as though nothing had ever happened, as though their teacher had never turned into a monster before their eyes, nor died in front of them.
Clack, clack, clack.
The sound of leather shoes striking the floor echoed as a teacher in his forties entered the room.
His expression was cold, tinged with exhaustion. Heavy dark circles sagged beneath his bloodshot eyes, his whole appearance suggesting he hadn’t slept well in ages.
He was tall, built not heavyset, and wore a suit. Even with the wrinkles lining his face, one could easily imagine that he had been remarkably handsome in his youth.
[Wtf?]
[I suspect that before entering this dungeon, Nerio went to Prophet to get a prophecy!]
[Agreed with the above. Damn it, how could this just be a coincidence?!]
[Nerio can prophesy too...]
[Please stop exaggerating. That ability Nerio used isn’t prophecy. Why doesn’t anyone realize this? What a bunch of half-baked fans!]
[I’m sure Nerio knows something! Otherwise, why would he have killed Teacher A? Don’t tell me it was just because he felt like it... okay, that’s very possible, but I still believe Nerio knows something.]
No—I really didn’t know anything. But because I’d already read the comments, only Silvanus was clueless. Nerio, on the other hand, knew it all.