The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City-Chapter 69: Violet Marked a Point in Her Heart.

What is the most important thing in a fight?

Some might say it’s having a good weapon.

Others might emphasize training and skill.

There are those who stress mental strength and willpower, while others might point to the support of adequate supplies.

However, to implement all of these, a plan is necessary.

Acting without a plan is like plunging into a jungle without a map and compass or trying to cook without a recipe.

So, on the day I created two amazing elixirs, I immediately sought out Irene to introduce my grand plan.

“Violet, so what’s the plan you’ve come up with?”

“Let’s blow up the school!”

“What?”

With an excited expression, I explained Plan B.

The gist of Plan B was simple: the moment we had enough explosives ready, we would detonate the entire school and bring it down.

If possible, we’d do it when all the members of the Student Council and the Board of Directors were gathered in one place, and boom! We’d bury the underground facilities too.

Her reaction was immediate.

“Are you feeling okay…?”

Hearing my creative and grand plan dismissed as a product of madness, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“…I didn’t think your declaration to ‘destroy the school!’ was meant literally.”

“Then what else could it mean?”

“I thought it meant removing the Board of Directors and other abnormal elements, exposing and punishing all the unethical activities and conspiracies happening in the school! Not erasing the school itself. What are you even saying?”

Hmm, I guess her thoughts were a bit different from mine.

To be fair, when I first talked about revealing the truth, I had glossed over the phrase “destroy the school” as just punishing bad guys.

At this point, convincing Irene of an all-out kill-and-burn plan seemed impossible.

Even though it was the fastest route, objectively speaking, my idea was something only a terrorist would consider.

“Ah, this is just an alternative plan. We’ll probably never use it.”

Even as I said that, the truth was that explosions and arson were my Plan A. They were the quickest and most convenient methods.

In the real world, even when you expose the truth and bring down bad people, not everything gets resolved.

Tedious court rulings, media manipulations, public opinion battles, smear campaigns…

These things could drag on for months or years, and the truth or justice you aimed to establish would vanish before you knew it, leaving only sensational stories behind. ᚱÀℕòβĘ𝒮

I believed there was only one way to avoid messy aftermaths.

You must eliminate the root of the problem. I had no attachment to this school.

There were so many other academies in Academy City.

Losing one or two wouldn’t matter much.

“Well… It’s a bit reckless, but I’m glad you’re not acting impulsively like before. If you come up with anything else, let me know. Just don’t do anything drastic. Got it?”

“Got it!”

After a few more small conversations, I parted ways with Irene.

***

We held an impromptu meeting after a long time.

There were several factors to consider for the plan to bring down the school.

We needed to think about all possible scenarios, both if the plan succeeded and if it failed.

“If we rush in recklessly like last time, we’ll be in big trouble.”

“So, have you found anything?”

“I have! I found a smuggling broker. I’m not sure if they’re legit, though.”

Violet No. 90, who had been wandering shady alleys and red-light districts, had achieved an interesting result.

I can’t begin to describe how hard it was dealing with thieves, perverts, and gangs.

“A ship? Or an airship?”

“Both! Airships are a bit more expensive, though.”

Interesting.

It wasn’t certain if this was genuine, but perhaps we could use this route later to smuggle weapons or supplies from the continent outside Academy City Island.

“They underestimated us because of how we look, but their explanation was quite reasonable and detailed.”

From what I heard, it seemed that teenagers like Violet’s age and their parents often crossed over to Academy City illegally in pursuit of dreams of success.

It’s understandable. Academy City is the most technologically advanced area, home to the most powerful clans and corporations.

Above all, it’s relatively safe.

Sure, sometimes gates would open, and beasts would rush out, but compared to the situation outside Rustlum, it was considered relatively mild.

“If only we could get military-grade equipment…”

“We don’t have much money. For now, focus on finding sellers.”

Deciding on the detailed aspects would happen in later meetings, but if we were going to devise a grand conspiracy, mere bombs wouldn’t be enough.

“Bazookas! Machine guns!”

In the world of Deep Crimson Academia, firearms and military equipment weren’t treated too poorly.

The thick carapace of beasts or magic-based defenses could be penetrated with larger and more numerous cannons.

It wasn’t uncommon for close-combat specialists to carry submachine guns for long-range suppression.

Thus, even against the strong of this world, firearms and explosives worked.

If they didn’t work? Then you just had to pour even bigger and more abundant rounds at them.

We needed more weapons to better utilize our numerical advantage.

“How’s the situation at the school these days?”

“There are two things you need to hear. First, it’s late September now, right? They’re saying there’ll be a test in early October. A kind of diagnostic exam.”

A test, huh. Did we really need to do well on it?

“Maybe we’ll need grades when we transfer out? I think it’d be better than bombing it.”

“But we haven’t studied at all.”

“Does that matter?”

When our minds briefly became chaotic with thoughts of studying and tests, Violet No. 64 answered nonchalantly.

“We’ll just cheat.”

“Ah-ha!”

True.

We could just open calculators, books, or computers and use them as references.

For Violets, every test was essentially open-book.

With that, one worry was resolved.

“And the school has another unexpected variable. Check the memories.”

After reviewing the memories of the school Violets, we tilted our heads.

“What’s this? Martina’s run away?”

“To be precise, she’s gone missing. She went to the Disciplinary Committee over a duel issue, but she hasn’t shown up at school since the duel day.”

“She definitely ran off!”

That’s strange. Did she hide because she didn’t want to fulfill the conditions of the duel?

For now, regardless of her intentions, the Freshman Management Committee disappeared.

The problem was, we couldn’t use the condition that would have made her our slave. Too bad.

“She’s not the only one who disappeared. Her younger brother, the one hospitalized, also vanished shortly after his recovery.”

“Why did that brat run away too?”

Up to this point, I didn’t understand. Something felt suspicious.

Could those delinquent siblings be plotting an evil plan to retaliate against us?

If so, we should sell them to a monster-hunting vessel or toss them into a dungeon.

“Let’s track them down as much as possible.”

“Got it. I’ll pursue them to the best of my ability.”

Was it so humiliating to get beaten by a first-year?

Thinking back, their behavior was strange.

Right after the duel ended and the veil lifted, he looked at me like he’d seen a ghost, wet his pants, and fainted.

Were our Violet swarm tactics that terrifying?

Afterward, the gazes of other students shifted a bit.

Those who didn’t know me didn’t care, but people who had interacted with me even slightly or were in the same first-year classes, and even some senior students, began to look at me with a mix of reverence and guarded fear.

“Our performance was that impressive.”

“We’d better avoid duels and live quietly for a while.”

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The school-related reports concluded. Beyond that, we continued discussing various issues.

“What happened to that graduate student we caught last time?”

“He tried escaping a few times, but we kept catching him. Now he’s staying quiet.”

“Wasn’t he a doctor? Not just a graduate student…”

That Ulric guy we caught last time had seen our faces, so letting him go felt risky, and we locked him in our dorm room.

He was innocent, and it was true we weren’t exactly in the right either.

So, we tried to provide him with the best welfare possible, except for the freedom to leave.

“Excuse me… young lady? Student? Ugh, you all look alike, so I don’t know what to call you. Anyway, I really won’t say anything. Just let me go!”

“Sorry! That’s not possible… I’m just here to deliver today’s lunch menu. Pick one.”

“Sigh… Fine, give me the creamy pasta with bacon. Sparkling water for the drink.”

“Got it! I’ll be back in 30 minutes.”

The discussion on welfare led to a brief talk about Ulric’s treatment.

“Can’t we involve him in our plan? He’s an intellectual. A doctor, no less!”

“Hmm… I’ll think about it.”

It had its merits, but I wasn’t sure if it was right to involve an ordinary person in our school-destroying plan.

Even pulling my friends into this was already risky enough.

We also discussed minor plans, including dungeon hunting, securing funds, training, and leveling up.

Some points were decided, while others were postponed.

After the discussions, we resolved to live diligently.

Starting tomorrow, we’d be busier than today.

Before us lay a grueling 25-hour no-rest training session.