Happy Evil Heartbreaker [Modern LitRPG]

In truth, after Dematero had vented his anger with such intensity, Xanthia was concerned he might not let it go and disrupt her original plans.

So, after this incident, she took the time to calm him down.

Xanthia only plays tricks on those who harbor ill intentions towards her. For someone like Dematero, who genuinely defended her, she would never let him fall into a major misunderstanding. At most, she might play a small prank for fun.

Regarding the 'fake-memory-production' device she used on him, she didn’t think she had harmed him. Without that device, Dematero might have fallen into a prolonged decline during high school and would never have undergone such a swift transformation. After all, he himself was particularly satisfied with the idea of “rebirth.” Who doesn’t want to be the protagonist of a “rebirth novel”?

In summary, after Xanthia sincerely explained herself and maintained her usual cheerful demeanor, Dematero was naturally reassured.

He was confident in his observational skills; after all, his soul had weathered many storms. He was certain he wouldn’t be deceived again by whether Xanthia was genuinely happy or just pretending.

To him, Xanthia now seemed like a child who needed proper protection to avoid an "early demise" and grow up smoothly.

Aside from Xanthia’s mental state, her physical condition was indeed better than he remembered from his “future memory.” At least her complexion wasn’t as pale and sickly; she appeared more energetic and vibrant.

This suggested that Xanthia had taken his advice to heart. Perhaps inspired by his improved, positive self, she had increased her physical exercise after school, leading to a stable and improving health condition.

Of course, Dematero was unaware that Xanthia hadn’t actually exercised. She relied solely on accumulating happiness points and using the system to enhance her attributes. The effect came faster than exercise; after all, increasing physical attributes through exercise is similar to attribute points.

Since both methods could increase her base attributes, she had put in effort—after all, she worked hard to accumulate happiness points. Round it up, and it was all due to hard work, not any sort of cheat. As the saying goes, minor cheats don’t count as cheating!

Dematero thought that given Xanthia’s current physical condition, participating in a 3000-meter run wouldn’t be too much of a problem. If she couldn’t run, she could simply walk to the finish line and complete the race, and that would be considered a success!

After the commotion, Dematero’s status in the class soared dramatically!

Especially Crissante, Jimmy, and Henry, who all felt that Dematero possessed a "mystical constitution" with great deterrent power. They absolutely didn’t want to have any more conflicts with him.

Then there were Kenny and Hera, who had just experienced social death. One was crying, the other laughing, one had an accident, the other was farting. They were in utter disarray, terrified by Dematero’s “superpowers.” They felt completely out of control, and it was definitely not an accident.

However, they knew that no matter how they explained, it wouldn’t clear things up. People would only assume Kenny was scared into crying and urinating, while Hera, who was already the “queen of laughing and farting,” had just made her farts smell worse. It suited her “biochemical” constitution, after all.

But it was evident that most students in the classroom wouldn’t think too deeply about mystical constitutions or superpowers. Such things only exist in fantasies and couldn’t possibly exist in reality.

Unless they personally experienced it, they would never believe in such nonsense.

It’s like how many people have captured unidentified flying objects on camera—clearly visible in the footage—but still many fundamentally disbelieve in aliens. As the saying goes, unless you see it with your own eyes and experience it yourself, you won’t believe in anything outside of reality.

Most students were simply entertained by Kenny and Hera’s antics, especially Kenny, who was terrified into tears and urination. It became a topic of conversation during dormitory tea parties.

Dematero’s heroic act of grabbing Kenny by the neck was indeed quite impressive!

Moreover, most of the students were entirely on Dematero’s side this time, considering Kenny’s previous behavior of bullying Xanthia to tears and moral coercion. It was disgusting.

Anyone in Xanthia’s position would be infuriated, and those with a bigger temper wouldn’t accept such “voluntary” behavior.

Ultimately, Xanthia was too easy to bully. She was too gentle and kind, with a high threshold, leading to the saying “gentlemen can deceive her with integrity.” Not wanting to implicate her friends, she resolutely participated in the grueling long-distance race.

Her actions earned her considerable respect from many students, including several girls who felt a sense of indebtedness. After all, she took the brunt of the trouble for everyone. Had she not stepped up, it might have been them facing the misfortune.

Many girls in the class decided that when Xanthia ran the 3000 meters, they would show their utmost enthusiasm to cheer her on!

In conclusion, as Xanthia became the “victim,” the reputation of the sports committee member Kenny was completely ruined. Everyone wanted to hit him; Dematero merely did what everyone wanted to do.

By accomplishing such a “heroic feat,” Dematero naturally shed his previous clownish image, and many people started to respect him.

Even though his previous “Synomilia confession” was bizarre, his bravery in standing up for the gentle and kind Xanthia was truly commendable!

There were other boys in the class who had feelings for Xanthia, but none showed the courage that Dematero did.

Kenny had become the real clown, but he was somewhat fortunate that the video of him forcing Xanthia to cry was only spread within a small chatgroup and didn’t reach the main class chatgroup.

After all, Xanthia was also in the main chatgroup. With her excellent popularity and Dematero as her protector, no one dared risk offending her by spreading the scandal.

Though Xanthia’s tearful, rain-soaked appearance was quite beautiful, who would want to see such an embarrassing side of themselves?

In reality, Xanthia didn’t mind. While her tears flowed, her heart was full of joy.

Since the video didn’t spread to the main class chatgroup, only a few people saw it. Those like Marcus, who weren’t very interested in gossip, missed it.

Later, there were still people who shared the class gossip with him, but by then, the focus had shifted from Xanthia’s tears to how scared and pathetic Kenny was and how smelly Hera’s farts had become. These juicier details became the main gossip.

Those who had the chance to share gossip with Marcus were mainly from the back row, who had suffered the brunt of Hera’s “biochemical weapon.” Naturally, the focus was on that incident.

After hearing the gossip, Marcus was relieved he had gone out to play basketball and missed the fiasco. Just hearing the back-row classmates’ descriptions was terrifying enough—Hera’s fart was so foul it defied all limits. Who could withstand that?

In reality, the unluckiest person was Noemi, Hera's deskmate. The dormitory head with Filipino blood.

While the stench of Kenny's urine was certainly overwhelming, when it came to "biochemical weapons," nothing compared to the potency of Hera’s farts!

'Pot*ng*na!'

Noemi was overwhelmed by the foul smell, her mind went blank, and her legs felt like jelly. Her saliva flows freely. Noemi couldn’t even muster the strength to stand and run away!

Desperate, she had no choice but to cover her nose and breathe through her mouth. However, the thought of inhaling through her mouth was like taking big bites of the noxious gas, making her feel utterly sick and mentally traumatized!

Hera had no idea she was being targeted by the timid dorm head but her foul farts had indeed mentally scarred Noemi…

Thus, before the sports meet began, the commotion in the Year 1 Class 3 regarding selecting participants for the event finally came to an end.

However, before the opening ceremony of the sports meet, the class still had a thorough discussion about how to walk in formation and what slogans to chant.

Some students wanted a more creative slogan, avoiding the cliche ones, while others felt that since they had already chosen a unique outfit, the slogan didn’t really matter.

“Since you’re after a creative slogan, why don’t you come up with one?,” said class monitor Ryan to Sunny, who wanted something different for the slogan.

Sunny decisively shook his head and turned to Dematero for help. “Dematero, as a prominent writer, shouldn’t you be showcasing your literary skills here?”

After addressing Xanthia’s bullying issue, Dematero had mostly focused his energy on writing, but he hadn’t slackened off in his studies. He was exceptionally proactive, valuing every minute.

As the sports meet approached, the atmosphere in the class and the school had become more relaxed, giving Dematero more free time for his creative pursuits.

The rebirth novel he was serializing on a web novel site called 'Royal Accord' had been successfully contracted. Fortunately, in this world, one could sign contracts independently at the age of sixteen without needing a guardian. Otherwise, he would have to involve his parents.

Not only could he sign contracts as a writer, but platforms like Amazon Mingle and Patreon also allowed independent signing at sixteen to become a content creator.

Given that, according to his “future memory,” his parents had always been opposed to him pursuing writing, and considering his recent decline in exam performance, he could imagine the resistance he would face if he revealed his “distraction” as an online writer. His parents would surely be vehemently against it!

If he didn’t have “rebirth,” his parents’ opposition might have been justified. But now, as a bestselling author in the guise of a high school student, he could achieve literary fame with his work, “The Tribe of Enlightened,” and truly make a name for himself!

Of course, the most emotionally devastating work was his biographical novel, “Peony Flower.”

Therefore, at this stage, Dematero had no intention of revealing that he could earn money from writing. He preferred to quietly amass wealth and wait until his academic performance stabilized and he earned the privilege of being an honor student before considering whether to tell his parents.

If his short stories were successfully published in magazines, he would definitely flaunt it in front of his classmates.

While magazine publications might not pay as well as online literature, the prestige associated with them was unmatched.

Upon hearing Sunny’s request, Dematero responded, “A slogan doesn’t require much literary flair. For something creative, I reckon any slogan will do.”

“Then hurry up and tell us! We could give the whole school a bit of a Class 3 shock!”

Sunny replied excitedly.

“But I’m afraid Sir Emmanuel might punish us afterward if our slogan doesn’t go well. If you end up blaming me for it, what will I do?” Dematero replied cautiously.

“I’ll take the blame for you!” Sunny said fearlessly. After playing a few matches with Dematero, he found the slightly charming Dematero quite relatable.

“Then lean in and I’ll tell you. You can share it with everyone,” Dematero said calmly.

Sunny hurriedly leaned in. Upon hearing the sixteen-character slogan, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, “Brilliant!”

He then shared the slogan with the group gathered around the class monitor, making all the boys burst into laughter.

The slogan was indeed creative and perfectly suited to someone in particular.

Once the slogan was decided, Makarios, the so-called “Fatty Makarios,” raised a new topic. “What do you think Xanthia, who’s holding the sign for our class, will wear on the opening day?”

Makarios’s tone was serious, far from lewd, as if discussing a matter of great importance.

It was mainly because there were quite a few boys gathered around class monitor Ryan. If it were just him and Sunny, he would have made a crude joke, asking what kind of outfit Xanthia, the “little burner,” might wear.

But now that he had brought up the topic, it immediately sparked enthusiastic discussion among the boys.

Sunny, who was only thinking of “soccer babes,” directly guessed, “I think it’ll be that JK uniform. It’s essentially a variant of the school uniform, and Xanthia looks great in it. Didn’t it stun everyone last time?”

Benedicto agreed, “I also think it’ll be that JK uniform. This time, she’s definitely going to showcase her true school beauty in front of the entire school.”

Class monitor Ryan made a wild guess, “Maybe she won’t do anything special and just wear the regular school uniform?”

Makarios shook his head, “You guys have such limited imagination. You’re underestimating Xanthia. She’s the kind of girl who loves to stand out. If she’s going to do something special, she wouldn’t repeat what’s been done before. Dematero, what do you think?”

Makarios had great respect for Dematero, the “mysterious” protector of Xanthia. Especially after Dematero decisively severed ties with Elena La Loannou and devoted himself to “Fair White Xanthia,” Makarios found his actions admirable and felt a kinship with him.

A connoisseur of countless girls, Makarios viewed them without any filters, only considering their overall value.

So he quickly realized that Elena was merely a “preliminary hero” with limited potential, whereas Xanthia was the true “late-stage hero,” becoming stronger and more impressive with time. She was a top-tier, high-damage, high-survivability lead—truly a SSR+ character!

Dematero found it amusing that these high school students were seriously discussing what Xanthia would wear, but as an “older man,” he had no intention of participating. Yet he didn’t expect Makarios, the “connoisseur among true gentlemen,” to ask for his opinion.

Dematero subconsciously searched his “future” memories and found he had no recollection of the high school sports meet. However, he was certain that Xanthia would not be the one holding the class sign. This was evidently another “butterfly effect” triggered by his rebirth.

“Xanthia does have a quirky side. She’s quite bold in her dress and loves to be unique. So I think Makarios is right,” Dematero said objectively, based on his knowledge of Xanthia.

He recalled the dazzling Xanthia on stage, who, as the lead vocalist, displayed a charisma that was even wilder than the male lead. The contrast between her fierce stage presence and her delicate appearance added to her charm.

Ultimately, Xanthia was free and versatile, unbound by any stereotypes. If anyone thought she was just a delicate flower, they were sorely mistaken.

Makarios, hearing Dematero’s agreement, showed a satisfied smile. Indeed, Dematero was his true confidant. Forget about Sunny and his “soccer babes”!

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The day of the sports meet opening ceremony finally arrived. When Xanthia, dressed in a white maid outfit, perfectly cosplayed as the “Rem” from a few years ago, she stepped into the classroom, stunning everyone!

Xanthia initially planned to style her black hair to resemble “Rem,” but found it too cumbersome. Instead, she opted for a blue wig, which made her cosplay even more accurate. After all, the character's blue hair was essential to her essence!