The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 2: The Exchange Student Action!

For "her" — who was basically a sickly individual — this was more severe than for others, ending up with several psychological conditions developing, and "her" health drastically declining over the years.

"Anyway... Who built the school this way? The distribution and marking of the classrooms make no sense! Who places the 31A classroom on the second floor? Right next to the 22C? No logic behind the classroom distribution in this school!"

Even with her passive ability, which made her instinctively know her exact position and served as an "instinctive" compass, she failed to arrive in time.

True, back then, she was catastrophic when it came to directions, but now, even if she went out at night, she was somehow always found her way home. It was weird but worked nicely.

"Using my teleportation skill would also be too suspicious. A student appearing before the door, or even walking through walls? Not suspicious at all..."

She mumbled deep inside, already imagining the scenario. "I don't want to do that..." in theory, she can modify and create memories using a skill, yet, she doesn't want to test this skill on the students or even on the staff.

"Hmm, now you are here, please introduce yourself..."

She hated introducing herself; it gave her the feeling she giving away the key to her home.

"WHO GAVE AWAY THE KEY OF THEIR HOME!?"

"I am Gillian O'Dyēus, it is nice to meet you all!" everyone just stared her. Those damn stares... most likely because of her strange look and name. But she can't help it, back then, she looked pretty bland, so she wanted a somewhat unique look. As well, she hated her original name, her parents possessing a naming sense almost as bad as hers, giving "her" a name that made her the laughing stock of many people in the past.

"Even if it's just a made up name, it is strange... damn! Momonga was right; my naming sense is catastrophic! Worse than his..." and this was praise from a player who had a legendarily bad naming sense. A player who named his character something like Momonga... "Like the squirrel..."

"Gillian?" everyone stared her blinking.

"Hai! But you can call me Gill if you like that better!" she nodded approving, trying to suffocate her insecurity came with the stares.

"Or simply Deus will do... like many calls me home." though, being she thought this name was cool, it was not the only reason she settled with this. There was an even better reason behind it... an unsaid reason.

"Fuck you ROB!"

Yeah, this sentence said it all...

"And after all, I can't just use my original name, even worse, my "player" name. That would right away hit the bell, alerting every present player who knows me, and has a malignant intent..." true, it also made it hard for her allies to find her, but because she only wanted to settle her life once more, this time, it was not important...

"Hmm, I see..." the teacher nodded. "You speak fluent, without accent I might add, Gillian-san..."

"Thank you..." she nodded sheepishly.

"Dammit! I forgot my pseudo personality is a foreign exchange student! I messed it up! Why am I screwing it up so badly? Is it because the people staring at me? I want to pull a bag in my head..."

She started to sulk, the depressive aura almost visible in the air.

"I pick up languages easily." still forcing a smile, she said so, for outside, always calm, yet, deep inside, she trembled.