The Scrubs I Killed Have All Been Reborn

Fear arises from love, and sorrow arises from fear. Kambara Risa knew neither fear nor sorrow. Thus, she knew neither love nor apprehension, and was a werewolf who could put life and death on the board to achieve her goals. As she died, she thought, How boring. At least now I can finally go to hell. But then a System came knocking, asking her to win over and reform a few utterly vile scumbags. Scumbag No. 1: The Blissful Cult Leader Scumbag No. 2: The King of Curses Scumbags No. 3, 4... Risa looked over their profiles with disdain. Reform them? Hmph. I'd be mildly interested if you wanted me to kill them. System: Deal. Off you go! As it turned out, Risa was a professional killer. Despite the System putting up obstacle after obstacle and leaving her in impossible dilemmas, she still struck fatal blows, exceeded her goals, and returned to the modern world to enjoy her retirement. But... why did nobody tell her that the scumbags she killed these days could come back to life and find her? The Blissful Cult Leader, who had survived for centuries, took her hand, his eyes full of affection. "I've finally been waiting for you." Risa: "Are you tired of living?" The King of Curses, wearing the body of a pink-haired boy, gazed at her with an unreadable expression. "Why are you the only one who's special?" Risa: "Because I can smash your damn head in!" ★ The CP may be the cult leader. ★ The timeline has changed significantly. Specifically, the cult leader is born a century later, and Inosuke is born two years later. ★ I'll do my best to keep everyone in character based on my understanding. If you think they're OOC, then they are. No debating it. Check out my completed works! "Mori Maris's Fish-Raising Notes" CP: Dazai, mostly family-focused at first "5t5 Still Hasn't Gotten Tenured Today" CP: That strongest guy Please check out my upcoming story, "Even Gojo Sensei Is Out of Ideas"! Gojo Satoru's first class of students was a disaster. One student died horribly, another defected... mishaps and misfortune followed one after another. The sole survivor, Chigusa Yutomo, graduated under excessive supervision. She had the title of sorcerer but only did her duty when she was broke, and the strongest sorcerer had to carve out precious personal time to keep her on track. Even though she had been judged to have Special Grade potential upon entering school, she remained a good-for-nothing stuck at Grade 2 until a junior from several classes later, Okkotsu Yuta, returned to Special Grade. One day, Shoko, fed up with hearing her classmate endlessly complain about his incompetent, high-maintenance students, said, "Gojo, don't you think you're at least partly responsible for how that kid turned out?" Gojo Satoru sprang up as if someone had lit a fire under him. "I've done this much, and I'm still getting blamed?" But spoiling someone too much is wrong, too. Yutomo really was adorable, but she was also infuriating. She hadn't been like this at the beginning. Shoko Ieiri stubbed out her cigarette. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." Silence. An unsettling silence. As the atmosphere grew more oppressive and bizarre, Shoko looked at her classmate's expressionless face, and countless memories flashed through her mind. She understood. "You're actually a scumbag, Gojo." Gojo Satoru: "I'm not! It's obviously all Yutomo's fault~" # The strongest sorcerer was sealed in the Prison Realm, and Tokyo turned into a demon's domain overnight. Students and colleagues gave it their all, each using their own methods to free him. Among them, Chigusa Yutomo's sudden burst of efficiency and reliability was deeply moving. "You really do have clear potential to become Special Grade, senpai." Entrusted with an important mission, the dependable student Okkotsu Yuta had matured enough to be trying to get his mentor and upperclassman together. "You just need a little more resolve." "Could you stop bringing up Special Grade? Hearing that word makes me want to throw up." "Uh, what happened?" Chigusa Yutomo opened the text Gojo Satoru had sent her before entering the Shibuya Barrier and shoved the phone in front of Okkotsu Yuta. [Yutomo, start getting your act together soon~ I've lowered the bar for you. All you have to do is become Special Grade. If you can do it, I'll confess to you, just like you want.] Okkotsu Yuta nearly turned to stone. Chigusa Yutomo scrolled down to show him the thousand-word tirade she'd fired back, split across five or six long messages. It even stopped Okkotsu Yuta from saying, "He can't be joking, can he?" Her logic was too clear. She wouldn't believe it! Maybe it really was best to wait until Sensei got out and let him explain himself. But he never imagined that things would eventually spiral out of control, and that what brought everything to an end would be a grand, passionate confession from Chigusa Yutomo. Theme: The darker things get, the more we yearn for the light