How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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The front desk staff could only smile apologetically at the other customers in line and begin making coffee.

The remaining customers glared angrily at the man in the suit, but he continued to talk business loudly on his phone without any restraint.

Beren smiled sweetly.

There are always people who think that having money and power means they won't suffer losses and can trample on other people's freedom at will.

The evil that such people commit is subtle; it will arouse the disgust of others, but not so serious as to attract the ironclad maintainers of order.

Well then, I might as well teach them a little lesson.

Beren stood up and walked towards the front desk.

My hands were itching to get started.

It can also relieve a irritable mood, killing two birds with one stone.

Just as Beren was only three steps away from the man in the suit.

Good evening, Gvina.

Someone was blocking my way.

The person blocking the way wore a baseball cap and a hood, but these couldn't hide the snow-white hair under the brim.

"Hiro...K?"

Beren blinked several times; it was indeed him.

"I don't know any rappers."

"I don't want to be a rapper either. It's a shame to meet you like this. Also, when are you going to return my student ID?"

"What student ID? I don't know what you're talking about."

Beren's voice unconsciously softened and took on a provocative tone.

She lifted the brim of Shirlock's hat, which was pulled low.

"You were wearing colored contact lenses?"

"...It's a long story. Let's sit down over there and talk. I brought a cake."

Beren caught a glimpse of the annoying man in the suit already walking out with his coffee.

"Ignore him, Professor Beren."

Sirocco stopped Beren, who was about to step forward.

Looking through the glass door, I saw the man in the suit making a phone call as he got into his car.

Beren glared at Sirocco.

The opportunity has already been missed; chasing after it now would no longer be a pastime.

Reluctantly, they returned to their seats, where Sirocco joined them.

Sirocco took out the blueberry mousse, which emitted a cool and slightly sweet aroma.

Belén prefers blueberries to strawberries.

"You even know this... Hmph, then I won't hold back."

Beren cut a small piece of cake with her fork as she looked out the window again.

boom! !

The hood of a black sedan in the parking lot exploded, billowing thick smoke.

Beren stopped eating the cake she was about to put in her mouth when she saw someone who looked familiar.

A man in a suit.

He tumbled out of the driver's seat in a panic, his suit stained with brown coffee, and his distorted expression clearly showed his anger and bewilderment.

"That's terrible. The car belongs to the company, and we'll have to spend a lot of money to pay for it."

As Sirocco said this, he ate the cake in large bites.

Beren also put the cake in her mouth, finding it even more delicious than before, and leisurely asked, "Did you make this?"

Sirocco grinned mischievously: "Maybe the car disliked its owner and self-destructed."

I was talking about the cake.

"Sorry, I accidentally let it slip."

Beren looked at Sirocco's smug expression and knew he was doing it on purpose.

"Aren't you afraid I'll report you? The police in Granada aren't so easily fooled."

"Don't worry, I checked the surroundings and made sure it was safe before I took action."

Sirocco took something wrapped in a tissue from his pocket.

When unfolded, it reveals a small lid.

Beren looked at the black sedan again and could see a 3-liter bottle of water not far away that was missing its cap.

It's not hard to guess Sirocco's method: he added a "moderate" amount of water to the hood to detonate it.

“I know your secrets, and now you have mine. We are accomplices.”

This lid is Sirocco's pledge of allegiance.

There is no relationship stronger than one that shares secrets.

"Heh, heh heh..."

Beren chuckled softly, a cheerful laugh that came from within.

After she finished laughing, she said:

"You're so cute, but the things you do are really outrageous."

"Isn't the contrast between the cute and the unpredictable even better?"

"Hehehe... How interesting. But this lid doesn't prove anything; at most, it makes you a suspect. Well, I'll just take it as you're telling the truth."

After finishing her cake, Beren asked cheerfully, "So what brings you here? You didn't come to show off your new dyed hair, did you?"

"Speaking of which, you didn't seem surprised at all by my hair when we first met."

"No, no, it's not. It's very common for students to dye their hair whenever they feel like it."

Actually, I had secretly gone to the hospital before, so I already knew.

"Um... okay. I wanted to ask you to help me modify some data."

Sirocco removed the ring watch and gave it to Beren.

"I would like to ask you to remove the information for one of my skills."

"I'm a school nurse, not an IT engineer."

"Yes, but I can help you modify your talent, after all, you even modified and concealed your own talent."

Beren had almost gotten used to Sirocco's omniscience.

"Is there anything you don't know?"

It's like this guy even knows what color his own underwear is.

Beren did investigate Sirocco.

In short, they are just ordinary people, ordinary folks whose ancestors for three generations did not have any particularly great achievements.

Even his talent is a funny one called "Heating," so how does he know so much?

"I just happened to know."

Looking at Sirocco's harmless smile, Beren couldn't help but ask, "What color are my underwear?"

"White lace trim."

"abnormal."

"You're the one who asked me that, aren't you?"

"You don't have to answer honestly when I ask you."

Beren played with the watch on her wrist, spinning it like a hula hoop, and casually said:

"3000R. Adding the 300 you owed last time, it's 4000R for you."

Beren's talent—electron transfer

She can access anything uploaded to the internet. Even though Beren isn't a programmer at all, she can still access information at will, and if she operates properly, she can even perform minor surgeries on the human body.

She wouldn't deliberately use this talent.

This talent is useless in the dungeon, but in the information society, it is of great significance.

Sometimes, not knowing something makes you happier.

Beren knew the value of talent.

After discovering this talent in high school, he modified the information he uploaded, causing the institution to determine that he had "no talent".