The Virgin Hero Who Fought in the Dungeon for 20 Years Returned to the Surface Only to Find the Population of the World Has Dropped Drastically, with a Male-to-Female Ratio of 1:1000 - 87

Chapter 87: The Lottery

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“Well then, everyone, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for—‘Win the Seat Next to Sakazaki-kun! 1-A’s Big Lottery Draw’ is about to begin!”

Koyomi Suzuka, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-A’s Healing and Recovery Department, raised her right hand high as she made the announcement. Her voice sounded ridiculously silly. Instantly, the girls of the class jumped to their feet, and the room was filled with an intense, almost electrifying atmosphere.

“I won’t lose, I won’t lose.”

“I’ll win. I’ll win and earn Ryuuto-sama’s favor.”

“I must draw! If I don’t draw here, then what was the point of my birth!?”

Some students began shadowboxing with a sharp glint on their eyes. Others climbed onto their desks and started praying to the gods. One girl focused all her energy, letting visible battle aura rise from all over her body. Their approaches differed, but all were overflowing with deadly determination. 

It felt like the classroom’s temperature had just risen by five degrees. Ryuuto leaned toward Koyomi, who was standing at the teacher’s desk, and whispered to her.

“Hey, Koyomi-sensei. Isn’t this gonna turn into a bloodbath if we’re not careful?”

“Hmm, you may be right. Then to keep things balanced, let’s have Sakazaki-kun draw the first lot.”

“Wait, how does that balance anything? Well, whatever.”

Suddenly, the classroom fell silent. All thirty-two girls were now watching Ryuuto’s every move. The tension made his throat audibly gulp. The class representative, the girl with glasses, who had an intelligent air about her, widened her eyes and stared intently at the box of lottery slips. Was she trying to see through it? Could she actually see through it though?

“Ah, ahaha. Can you see something in there?”

“Please be quiet, Ryuuto-sama. Something is descending upon me right now.”

“Ah, ahaha. Okay, then.”

The glasses girl glared at Ryuuto with bugged-out eyes, not blinking once. Ryuuto flinched, trembling slightly.

“…I’ll get it… I’ll absolutely get the seat beside him… During class… I will lick in secret… The sacred image… And his dripping baby seed…I must get it… That’s the reason I was born… That’s everything to me…”

A slender, straight black-haired girl with bangs murmured ominous words. As for Ryuuto, he was too scared to even check who said it.

It’s just a seat draw, right? Please, just stop looking at me like that already.

He reached for the box on the teacher’s desk. A twin-tailed girl at the very front bulged her eyes and thrust her face forward like she was about to bite. Her idol-center level beauty only made it more terrifying. Ryuuto glanced at Koyomi, who had one hand on her cheek and was smiling rather nonchalantly. 

Just what the hell is she made of? 

Ryuuto was genuinely impressed by her.  He reached into the box and pulled out a triangular lottery slip. Immediately, the classroom erupted into a frenzy. Even though he hadn’t opened the slip yet and no one knew what seat he had drawn, the class was bizarrely excited.

The numbers corresponding to seats were written on the blackboard. He peeled open the triangle slip. The number was 4.

“Oh, it’s the window seat.”

In the next instant, the girls swarmed the lottery box in a frenzy. Ryuuto thought it wouldn’t be surprising if a fight broke out right then and there. The murderous intent in the air had become downright unmanageable.

“Form a line. Anyone who doesn’t listen will be sent out of the classroom.”

Koyomi said this quietly, but the force behind her words was immense. Ryuuto instinctively tensed as he sensed an overwhelming aura rising from her. They were on the surface. Outside the dungeons where no spirit blessings could be used, it meant Ryuuto and others couldn’t use their special abilities.

But Koyomi was different. Ryuuto, who had survived countless deadly battles, felt something unique in her presence and furrowed his brows slightly. Still, nothing strange actually happened.

The girls silently and obediently lined up at the desk, each drawing their lot. Upon checking their designated seats on the blackboard, their individual reactions began to show. And the result—

“Yay! Let’s get along starting today, Ryuuto-sama!”

The girl who secured the seat next to Ryuuto was Marin Shirakawa, who had the best luck that day. Marin looked at Ryuuto with sparkling eyes. Ryuuto instinctively averted his gaze and scratched his cheek with a fingertip rather bashfully.

“Could you, uh, not call me ‘-sama’?”

“Hmmm. Then how about ‘Ryuuto-kun’? Would that work?”

“Yeah, that’s the normal way to refer to a classmate. Shirakawa-san, I’m Ryuuto Sakazaki. I’m just a clueless newbie, but let’s get along.”

“Yes! Let’s do our best together, Ryuuto-kun!”

“Whoa—”

Marin suddenly leaned forward and grabbed both of Ryuuto’s hands tightly.

“Mufufu. Ryuuto-kun, this is a greeting of affection, okay? No hidden motives here. So don’t sue me for harassment, okay?”

Wait a second, she’s actually… Kinda cute?

“Wowww, Ryuuto-kun, your hands are so big.”

“Yeah, they’ve been like this since birth.”

Marin matched her palm to his. Ryuuto’s hand was huge, like a fan, and covered in scars from over twenty years of battle experience. It was also thick with muscle. Compared to Marin’s small and delicate hand, the difference was like an adult versus an infant.

“You really feel like a man.”

“Well, I am a guy, so yeah.”

With a bright red ribbon as her charm point, Marin Shirakawa was, as long as she was acting normal, a beautiful girl with voluminous, glossy black hair. Of course, her unusual side had yet to show up.

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