I (30), Who Works for a Black Company and Died While Regretting My Gloomy Life,

Chapter 29

29-And so the score was settled and the winner was decided.

In the hallway where the final exam results had just been posted, a plethora of students were looking at their names on the top 100 list. Some of them were shouting with joy, while others walked away with their shoulders slumped.

"But 'The Prince' Mitsurugi hadn't come into contact with you yet... I was expecting some kind of event where he would say something like, 'No matter how hard you try, it's useless...' at least once."

Ginji muttered to himself, as we tried to move forward in the crowd to no avail.

I was a little cautious of him, but the guy hadn't shown himself since the day he pushed this annoying game onto me arbitrarily.

"Maybe... for Mitsurugi this game is just a simple 'task' of eliminating the annoying bugs buzzing around Shijoin-san, and he only sees me as a mob character, an enemy he can easily win against, so he couldn't care enough to be sarcastic."

"Seriously, I can't comprehend the thought process of a guy who thinks winning... is common sense."

"Me neither. Well, that Prince-sama really thinks he is a nobleman or royalty. ...Oh, I can finally see the bottom of the bulletin board."

As I made my way through the crowd of students who were pushing each other, I finally saw the bulletin board. There was a big chart displaying each subject and the overall score, which most of the students came to see.

"...I want to get hit by a truck and get reincarnated in another world right now."

"Whoa, hey, Ginji, what's wrong with you all of the sudden?"

"I had never dreamed of being in the top 100, the only thing I cared about was getting an average score, but... the average is way higher than what I've scored until now..."

"That's... yeah..."

I was lost for words to say.

If I had more time, I would help him study next time...

"Hey, you there. Look at me."

"...Mitsurugi!"

When I turned my gaze in the direction of the voice, I saw a tall, handsome man standing there with a haughty look on his face.

Mitsurugi Hayato. They called him "The Prince," and he's a real piece of sh*t.

"Your name is... Nihama, right? I presume you haven't forgotten about our game. It's refreshing to see that I can finally remove you from Haruka's surroundings."

You b*st*rd...!

You brought up this whole "game" thing and now you don't even remember my name!

"As I said back then, I don't remember agreeing to your competition. That was just you talking to yourself."

"Are you incapable of learning? As I told you before, you have no right to refuse what I had already decided. The loser of this game will never approach Haruka again. Once I've made my decision, that's the rule, no matter what your intentions are."

As if he was talking about common sense, Mitsurugi spouted a bunch of nonsense and sounded like a grade schooler throwing a tantrum.

(In a way, this rotten handsome guy is amazing... I've dealt with a lot of crazy complainers, but I've never seen anyone this crazy.)

"I heard of him before, but... seriously, this guy...? His craziness has no limits..."

Ginji, who is standing next to me, whispers to me in amazement.