Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!-Chapter 191. Crack!

After Kaelira pulled out her so-called "bed"—which turned out to be nothing more than a basic sleeping bag—she threw it down right in the middle of the hall.

The house did have a bedroom, sure, but for whatever reason, she decided she was going to camp out in the common area like some kind of hobo.

I didn’t ask why.

She offered to share, and I blinked at the thing on the floor like it was a riddle.

The problem? She had one bag.

She caught my expression and clicked her tongue. "Ugh—what, you thought I carried an entire shop’s worth of sleeping bags on my back? I need one for myself, obviously. And this one’s comfy, okay? I don’t need anything else."

I waved a lazy hand. "Just say you’re broke. I won’t judge."

A vein bulged on her forehead. Her fists clenched, and for a second, I thought she was going to throw hands. Honestly, wouldn’t be the first time.

But I just raised an eyebrow. "C’mon, don’t be a child. Control your anger, princess. You sleep in your comfy bag, and I’ll take the bedroom."

I turned, already halfway to the door, when she grabbed my wrist.

"Hey... you don’t have a bed in there. It’s literally just an empty room. The floor’s hard and probably full of splinters. It’ll be uncomfortable," she said. Then, with a slightly awkward cough, she added, "How about you just... sleep with me?"

My eyes drifted toward the tiny sleeping bag again.

I gave it a long, heavy stare. Then shook my head. "Nope. We’d have to stick way too close for that to work. You do realize I’m still a healthy adult, right? I wouldn’t be able to control myself."

She recoiled like I’d just spat acid. Hugging herself, she made a disgusted face. "Eww. Eww! How can you say that with a straight face? Did you just admit you’d molest me? That’s a literal crime, you know! Like—actual jail time, you freak."

I shrugged, completely unbothered. "I told you I’m a bad guy. If I’m going, let me go. But if you still insist, then I’m taking that as implied consent. Your call."

She stared at me. Her mouth opened, then shut. No comeback. She didn’t say anything for a while. Minutes passed. She just stood there, her head lowered, fiddling with her sleeve or something.

I took the silence as a no. Turned around, ready to head to the bedroom.

But then—softly, barely audible—

"Stay..."

I paused mid-step. "What did you say?"

She took a deep breath, as if forcing the words out. "I said... yes. Stay. You can sleep with me. But—no funny business, okay? No molestation."

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

"I’ll sleep in the bedroom."

Her eyes widened. "Huh—?"

She lunged forward, maybe to stop me, maybe to convince me, but I turned just enough to meet her eyes—and I guess the look on my face made her stop dead in her tracks.

"You sleep comfortably," I said. "That’s all that matters. How I sleep doesn’t concern you. I don’t feel discomfort."

She stared at me like I’d just kicked a puppy. Total disbelief. But I didn’t care.

It didn’t benefit me to stay with her. It didn’t make sense.

Without another word, I stepped into the bedroom.

It was as bare as they come. Wooden walls. Dusty window. No bed. No mat. Nothing but the floor, and the faint scent of old pine.

I didn’t complain. Just leaned my back against the wall, slid down slowly, and rested against the cold wooden planks. They bit into my spine, but I didn’t move. It was quiet. Dark and empty.

Felt more like home than any place I’d been.

Eventually, morning crept in.

I stretched my body out stiffly, my back cracking in a few places, then got up and stepped out of the room.

Kaelira wasn’t in the hall. Her sleeping bag lay there all crumpled up, but she was nowhere to be seen.

So I went outside.

Everyone else had already gathered at the camp site. It piqued my interest. But then—

A light tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Kaelira standing there, arms folded behind her.

"Hey," she said, a little too casually. "You slept well?"

I tilted my head slightly. "I guess?"

She shrugged, her tone nonchalant. "Oh, that’s nice, I guess. Either way, the students are gathering there like someone important just showed up. Should we check it out?"

I gave a small nod. "Yeah, we most definitely should. Maybe Miss Celia finally arrived. Ready to take everyone back."

She pouted, then nodded slowly. "Yeah, and if we stay here too long... we might just get forgotten."

I flashed her a cheeky grin. "Oh yeah? You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Living out here between these creepy-ass trees."

She shot me a blank look—completely unimpressed—and without saying another word, turned and began walking ahead.

I shrugged, not really surprised, and followed her from behind.

By the time we reached the campsite, the crowd had already formed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

Yes. Miss Celia had arrived.

I raised my hand in a lazy wave. "Hello, Miss Celia. How’s the condition of the world? Still collapsing? Still a walking disaster?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

She gave me a wry smile—tired, too tired to be sarcastic.

"Cassius... I wouldn’t say it’s good," she admitted, her voice weary. "But how about we leave it at that? There are more pressing things to talk about—like the fact you’re all alive. To be honest, nobody expected a ★★★★★★ ranked creature to show up here. The fact any of you survived is... well, a miracle."

The campsite fell into silence.

Laughter faded. Jokes died halfway through. People froze.

Maybe it was her words. Or maybe the memories of the ones who didn’t make it came flooding back. Their faces. Their screams. Their blood.

Remorse, guilt, and pain surged like a riptide. You could feel it hanging in the air, tightening around their necks.

I didn’t linger on the silence. I asked the question that had been burning in my head.

"So... are you here to send us back to the academy?"

Miss Celia shook her head, and her answer was worse than anything I’d imagined.

"Not the academy," she said softly. "I’m taking you back to your respective homes. The academy is currently under siege—completely surrounded by monsters of all kinds. Even the rank ★★★★★★★ can’t hold them off. It’s chaos."

I let out a sharp breath and ran a hand through my hair. "Okay. No. Just teleport me there. Right now. I don’t care if it’s dangerous. I don’t need your assistance either. I can make it back myself. I need access to the library. I have research to do, and I need to start immediately."

She locked eyes with me. Her stare didn’t waver.

"No," she said firmly. "That’s not happening. I won’t risk your life—especially with your family’s situation being... unstable. Your father, Lucian, is trapped within the dome surrounding Opalcrest. As for Isolde... her whereabouts are unknown. I won’t let you go running into the fire, Cassius."

I clicked my tongue, then answered without emotion.

"You’ve already risked enough lives, haven’t you? Especially sending first-year students to the frontlines of a crumbling world. So don’t pretend to care now. It doesn’t suit you."

Her expression twitched, but she didn’t look angry. No... she looked hurt.

Her brows furrowed. "Don’t talk to me like that, Cassius. I’m still your teacher."

I tilted my head, almost amused. "How am I talking to you, exactly?"

She faltered.

"You’re just... I don’t know... you’re not being rude, but..."

Her voice softened. She looked genuinely confused. That’s when it hit her.

I hadn’t raised my voice. I hadn’t snapped. I hadn’t thrown a tantrum like a typical angry student.

I was calm.

"Cassius... I can’t do it."

Her voice was weak. Then, another voice called out behind me.

"Cassius!"

Mia.

I turned toward her, eyes steady, tone the same as ever.

"What?" I asked. "This is necessary, Mia. You always hate when I interfere in your life. So don’t start interfering in mine."

Whatever she was going to say died in her throat. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Instead, her little pet lunged toward me, furious.

Verena.

Her eyes were blazing. Her hand reached for my collar like she wanted to drag me up to her level.

I didn’t flinch.

I grabbed her wrist mid-motion. And then, without thinking—without a shred of hesitation—

Crack.

The sound echoed through the entire clearing. Sharp. Violent. Undeniable.

Her body froze in place, confused.

The pain hadn’t registered yet.

Then—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A blood-curdling scream tore through the forest, ripping through everyone’s nerves. Verena collapsed, clutching her wrist, sobbing in agony. Her face twisted, her eyes wild.

All around us, the other students reeled back, horror plastered on every face. They didn’t know what just happened. Or maybe they did—and they just didn’t believe it.

Miss Celia took a step forward, utterly horrified.

Even she looked shaken.

Everyone was scared.

Everyone except one.

Kaelira.