The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

"That bitch..." she almost spat, remembering that noble brat.

She had no idea how that Rias managed to sway Kiba, but the guy deserved better than treated like a slave and yanked around like a dog according to a brat's whim.

"Maybe the circumstances are different. But from the first impression, I don't like that girl! She gives the impression of a cult leader. Gathering people around her and controlling them with her authority and money. Almost like a typical Queen Bee with her flock. Maybe the old man was right. Something is not right here!"

Just now, as she thought of this, she remembered what she said previous, making her feel embarrassed.

"Wait? I just said "sweet" in my head? Dammit! Cut it out! No girly speech! Not even in my head. Dammit! Hate this body!"

'Slap!' she slapped herself mentally, shaking her head grimacing, then shuddering from the cold feeling ruining through her spine, looking quite depressed.

"Cut it out! Focus! Something is not right here! I need to keep my eyes open, or my well-deserved vacation is going into smoke!"

"Gillian-chan, is something wrong?" a girl asked on her side, and the people around looked quite worried about the new record holder.

"Dammit! I spaced out again!"

"Ah! It is nothing, just a little bit exhausted. I need to freshen myself..." she just exhaled, playing the tired. Then smirking awkward, and it seemed, the others around accepted this reason, nodding firm but still worried.

"Do you need someone to accompany you? You know, just to be sure. Aren't you want to visit the infirmary?"

"Nah, I will be fine, but thank you. As said, I just need to freshen myself." Gillian waved away the offer sheepish, already feeling pressured by the looks, seeing the worried gaze of the people —Mostly gaining the looks from the girls gathered around.

"Damn! Why they do this all the time? This was at least the tenth time someone asks me if I need to go to the toilet, go out with them, or something. They can't go alone, or what?" her closed eyes already twitched, hidden behind a smile.

"I will be back soon..."

And thus, she waved to her little band of "fans," going on her way, all along, thinking.

"Why the hell they want to accompany each other all the time? Moreover, in the toilet? Not as they have anything to grab down there! Or they guard each other against rape, or what? Aside from that shady guy and his band, there are not a lot of guys looking like they may rape you in the next moment. It makes no sense! I just can't understand girls!"

And indeed, since the passing few days, surrounded by girls, things started to get more and more awkward and annoying. Except for breaks — and a few lessons — she can't really have a break.

"I should be overjoyed surrounded by so many beautiful girls, but all I start to feel is the ever-growing annoyance as the days pass."

As she cannot be bothered to mingle uselessly and be present all of the lessons — hearing that useless lexical knowledge, and outdated information the teachers pass down most of the time — Gillian use astral clones to walk around, mingle with people time to time. Else, her disappearance in most of the breaks and lessons may cause suspicion.

These astral clones could interact with objects, as they are the solid projections of her "will." Moreover, they look and act like her, as they are mostly remote-controlled — also by her — even able to take a few hits from mid-tier opponents before disappearing.