The Girl is Beautiful but Violent - Chapter 7: Determined to Stay and Cook

After an ominous prophesy is discovered, the swordsmen of the kingdom of Ensis must band together to avoid the fate that has already been foretold.

In a blackened world humanity remains oblivious to the existence of demonic monsters and supernatural beings working in the shadows.In all this, Valen’s childhood was stolen by the Shadow Stalker, a serial killer who taught him one lesson: that the world was divided into predators and prey.He strived to live a normal life, despite the fact that he was far from normal, but his plan backfired.Now, trapped in a nightmare gallery, Valen is the subject of a brutal ritual that awakens a primordial hunger within him.To survive, he must embrace the very monstrousness he’d spent a lifetime hiding.[This work contains very adult content, like, seriously; the MC's mother's a serial killer. There's no way not to write this dark. Please don't read this if you're sensitive. I'm responsible for what I write, not what you read.]

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

「Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.」「Ah, yes.」「Why did you dye it all of a sudden?」「Because…yesterday…」Shimizu-san, who sat next to me and had dyed her hair from blonde to black gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.