The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

"Guh!"

Yet, now as she remembered this, she started to sulk again, offering a miserable picture. Recognizing just how much she lost!

Just thinking about it, she was not sure which was sadder:

Losing all those items, values, and gear she kept in her private vault — and her handcrafted mansion with the private NPCs on top of that. The things she worked so hard, sacrificed so many things and crafted for years.

Turning out like this — losing her junk.

Or, fearing there are no worthy opponents in this world which can truly challenge her — The latter, she found it strange, and at the same time, scary.

"Dammit!? Why do I feel like this? Don't say my damn character's lore and passives try to mess with my head again?" yeah, since the transportation, she continually struggles not to give in for such kind of changes and temptation.

Because if once that happens, and the old man amongst the strongest in this world, then she was not sure anything could stand in her way without turning the whole planet into a charred rock.

"I need to keep myself in line! Or at least, as much as possible..." she mumbled under her nose, heading towards the toilet.

And in the next moment. "Grrr..." her stomach gave away such noises, signing something is not right. Now she really needed to take a dump. "Damn heightened metabolism! I need to go every few hours!" and thus, the girl hastened her steps, her way followed by several curious looks.

...

"Wow, she is only here for a few days, and she already destroyed a few school records."

"This is not fair! My record!"

Many complained or even praised Gillian, and whispers can be heard from the people all around. Yet, from the grandstand, three pair of eyes remained silent, inspecting her intently, at least, for a moment.

"Interesting..." a guy with spectacle and darkened, thinking expression adjusted his glasses, following her disappearing form.

"Guys, shouldn't we follow her?"

"Are you stupid? She most likely going to shower!"

Saying this, all three boys took up a lustful gaze, imagining her naked.

"Still, we stalked her a few days ago. Aren't our goal was to thank her?" Issei asked, still confused by the whole situation.

"Issei! When did you say no for a good peek?!" Matsuda asked, looking quite offended by his friend lack of "foresight."

"Still, if the girls find us again around their showers." Yeah, they can't get away with that again. The Kendo club and every other girl in the vicinity surely participate in their beating and torture.

"Just a peek, Issei!" reasoned Matsuda.

"Yeah! An innocent peek, no one will recognize us!" after Matsuda, Motohama urged their friend.

"Think about it! Once she finished, we can approach her undisturbed and thank her! No one will suspect what happened!"

Yeah, in this, Motohama was right. Since every morning, every time they tried to approach Gillian, people blocked their way or hissed them away — mostly the girls. And in the breaks, she simply disappeared or surrounded by other people. There was not a good time to properly approach her or thank without getting beaten to a pulp.

"Stay away from Gillian-chan, creeps!"

"Yeah! Don't dare to infect her!"

Basically, the mass' menacing glare and threats were enough not to dare approach her directly. The trio know well, the three of them was basically outcast, forever alone, against the overwhelming superiority of others, they will not last long.