Chapter 395: The Soul of Zaun Awakens, Miss Nightingale Requests to Add You as a Friend!

"Broly, killing is wrong; it will burden you with a debt of conscience!"

The youth persuaded.

"A debt of conscience? What is that? How come I don't feel it?"

Broly looked at him in confusion.

Satomi Rentaro originally wanted to say 【Because you haven't killed anyone】, but he suddenly reacted — when he first met the boy, the other party had casually killed two people just because two guards spoke ill of his red eyes.

Realizing he could not use a normal person's morality to lecture an isekai Saiyan boy, he immediately changed his approach.

"Killing may not solve the problem; it might make public opinion toward Enju even worse. Didn't Kisarazu-nee say so?"

"Then what should we do? Just let people spout nonsense?"

Broly could still listen to advice; after all, he had never encountered this kind of thing and didn't know if directly killing people could solve the current problem.

"Didn't the Holy Son of Heaven come to pay a condolence visit to Enju? At that time, with the head of state's affirmation, those news media reporting nonsense definitely wouldn't dare to report nonsense anymore."

Satomi Rentaro thought for a moment, then said.

"I'm fine; as long as everyone is willing to believe me, that's enough."

Back in the classroom, when he found Aihara Enju, the girl said this.

Her face skin had become somewhat thicker from tempering these past few days; she no longer blushed from lying.

"Aihara-san, the Principal is looking for you. Satomi-sensei and Broli-sama, if possible, please come along too."

The homeroom teacher walked over, sought out Aihara Enju, and seeing the youth and boy hadn't left, called them along as well.

"I wonder what Principal Yoshida wants with Enju?"

Entering the Principal's office, Satomi Rentaro asked directly.

"It's about the outside world's public opinion black material."

The youth's complexion turned solemn, thinking he wanted Enju to withdraw from school.

"Please rest assured; our school is willing to issue a clarifying statement on the official online social account on Aihara-san's behalf."

However, Principal Yoshida's words were somewhat surprising to him.

But thinking carefully, Satomi Rentaro understood — the other party had spoken fully before the media; now backstabbing them was undoubtedly slapping his own face.

"Our school will contact other parents to prove Aihara-san's innocence."

Principal Yoshida called them over to say this; besides that, there was another matter.

"Satomi-sensei, afterwards there will likely be many reporters blocking the school gate to interview Aihara-san and you all. I hope you can remain calm at that time and avoid conflicts with those reporters — for example, this Mr. Broly's slap..."

The old principal had heard of the boy's methods, but slapping methods might work in school; when facing outside media organizations, they might not work.

Randomly hitting people would probably turn into an even bigger news story.

"If someone interviews, I'll just tell them directly: the one who hit people is me. How about that?"

Broly asked.

"I'm afraid it won't work; those reporters' target is Aihara-san."

The old principal shook his head, used the notebook computer in front of him, opened a news URL, turned it around, and showed the comments below to the few people before him.

"Right now, Aihara-san's saving people and hitting people have become opposed. Those news media probably hate that they can't make this hot spot's heat even higher. At this time, even if you go tell the truth, it's estimated no one will believe the so-called truth."

The truth of school violence was done by a non-enrolled boy; how could school violence done by a Cursed Child make social public opinion explode more and attract more traffic?

Jumping out now to explain anything is useless. With the old principal's many years of pre-disaster old netizen experience, the school official account's formal clarification, united with student parents stepping forward to explain, cold-handling this matter, is the best solution.

As long as the hot spot cools down, the troublemaking media will naturally quiet down.

After all, no one keeps doing things without profit.

The old principal's idea was good, but the premise is that no one is making trouble behind the scenes.

"Can I borrow this thing?"

Broly looked at the notebook computer and suddenly asked.

"What do you want to do?"

The old principal looked at him in confusion.

"I want to tell them the truth!"

Broly had never touched the Internet, but he was not unfamiliar with Internet speech; the Crystal Palace's group chat room was a similar thing. He planned to use this thing to explain the situation clearly.

"If you promise not to hit people randomly, you can."

Between the boy possibly hitting reporters and lending him the computer to go online and post the truth, the old principal chose to lend out his office notebook computer.

"How do I use this?"

Broly tried to speak with his mind, but found the notebook computer had no change, so he asked the surrounding people.

"Ah, you don't know how to use it?"

"I've used something similar, but that one could post just by thinking."

"By thinking?"

Principal Yoshida was confused; Satomi Rentaro took over the conversation.

"I'll teach you."

Under the youth's guidance, crisp keyboard tapping sounds soon rang out in the Principal's office.

Broly rapidly struck the keys, posting the truth of the hitting incident under the news comments in the capacity of a party involved.

"Hah, one look and you're someone hired to whitewash the trash school's Internet trolls!"

Aihara Enju returned to the classroom; Satomi Rentaro and the old principal revealed the news that the Holy Son of Heaven might visit the school.

Just as the old principal pulled the youth aside and quietly asked if the news was reliable, he heard Broly ask: "What are Internet trolls?"

The old principal turned his head, looked over, and casually explained to the Saiyan boy what Internet trolls are.

Hearing this, Broly realized the other party was treating him as a fake Internet actor, and immediately started typing to argue with that guy who called him a troll.

Living on the edge of the Inner City District near the Outer City District, a decadent man engaged in the internet public opinion industry was doing a troll task he had only received last night.

Suddenly, spotting a small fry displaying as a guest on the screen typing a long passage of text attempting to refute his own troll remarks, he immediately revealed a contemptuous smile.

However, this kind of fool who takes things seriously on the internet also has value; as long as he sprays the other party until they're red-hot with anger and they start spraying back at each other, there are plenty of guys on the internet who love to watch the excitement.

Immediately, he typed a reply...

"Bang!"

The principal's office of Kōda Elementary School soon rang with a huge commotion.

Satomi Rentaro and Principal Yoshida were startled, turned their heads to look, and saw the notebook computer had already turned into a lump of scrap iron flashing with electric sparks, and the desk had also become two halves.

The Saiyan boy's hair stood on end with rage, the aura on his body terrifying to the extreme, like a fierce beast ready to devour people.

"Broly, what's wrong?"

The youth asked carefully.

"There's a guy who keeps not believing my words, no matter how I explain it doesn't get through, I want to beat him up!"

"Calm down, there are such trash trolls on the internet, just treat the other party's words as farts and listen to them."

Broly picked up the shattered notebook computer from the ground, completely ignoring the close-range explosion produced by the damaged battery, and only calmed down after rubbing the computer into a ball.

"Get me another one of these things."

The Saiyan boy threw the ball over and said.

"You still want to speak on the internet?"

Satomi Rentaro asked.

"I want to scold that guy to death, asterisk, asterisk, asterisk..."

The Saiyan boy's mouth emitted fragrant words.

Distant Zu'an memories, under this kind of strange circumstance, were awakened from the depths of consciousness.

Heaven did not give birth to Broly, the Way of Spraying is like a long night for ten thousand ages.

Aihara Enju returned home from school, just entered the door, and heard the crackling sound of keyboard tapping.

"What is Broly doing?"

The girl looked at the three notebooks placed before the boy, his fingers like phantoms tapping on the keyboards, and couldn't help but ask the youth beside her.

"Broly ah, is currently on the internet, for your sake, engaging in a big spray battle with others..."

Satomi Rentaro's expression was subtle, and he explained the situation to Aihara Enju.

The Saiyan boy not only has terrifying combat strength in reality, even his combat strength on the internet is terrifying.

After buying the computer, Satomi Rentaro watched from the side, and as a result, after watching for half an hour, he discovered the boy's elegant words sent out didn't repeat at all.

Centering on the mother, with relatives as the radius, the father as assist, and ancestors as the purpose, he conducted warm and friendly greetings to the trolls and sprayers on the other side of the internet and their family members.

And later, more people came to spray him (thinking Broly was a small fry, but those trolls who were sprayed until red-hot summoned other trolls to come spray together).

Broly then had the youth go buy more computers, and began an operation of one person manipulating three computers, opening three accounts to wage a war of words against a group of trolls on the internet.

Satomi Rentaro took out his phone, looked at that hot post which already had over ten thousand replies, and only felt this scolding battle was still far from ending.

Just as the middle-aged man internet troll had predicted, once the scolding battle started, there were not few netizens watching the excitement.

Moreover, because the scolding battle revolved around the sensitive topic of Cursed Children, many bystander netizens, as they watched, spontaneously joined this big scolding battle; words they dared not say in reality, on the internet there were no scruples.

Many people anonymously expressed their own views on Cursed Children, among them were those standing on the internet troll's side, but there were actually also those standing on Broly's side — this party who posted in the name of the person involved, yet sprayed all kinds of fragrant words at the trolls, and was now called the 'foul-mouthed little bro' by a group of netizens.

Of course, many of the netizens standing on Broly's side were amusement-seekers, purely attracted by that extreme foul-mouthed one-versus-many.

Whether Cursed Children have school violence or are society's trash, put that aside first; the foul-mouthed little bro's art of scolding, that is something you have to kneel down and worship in admiration.

Because of this kind of nonsensical reason, some people helped Broly scold the internet troll side's group, and the post's heat also became higher and higher because of both sides spraying each other.

Of course, this was also because the sun had set, some working class got off work, had the opportunity to touch their phones, and read some hot news.

"Chief Editor, do we need to ban this post?"

Tokyo Area, NHK Television Headquarters, staff watching the website's incoming visitor count growing more and more, hurriedly ran to ask the chief editor responsible for the television station's website.

"Are you crazy, a post with such huge heat, attracting so much external traffic, you actually want to ban it?"

The website chief editor widened his eyes, looking at the foolish subordinate who raised this question.

"But the server can barely hold on, and this topic is so sensitive, will our television station get flamed?"

"The bold survive, the timid starve; so what if the topic is sensitive, if we eat our fill of this wave of traffic, our year-end bonus this year will at least multiply several times, server not enough, then add more for me!"

Media people doing media, still afraid the topic is too big?

"Chief Editor, the Holy Residence side officially announced a piece of news..."

At this time, another subordinate ran in; the television station chief editor looked at the official announcement in his hand regarding the Holy Son of Heaven's upcoming schedule to visit and comfort the Cursed Girl who saved many students, and called back the foolish subordinate who was preparing to leave.

"Server, add up to ten for me!"

As the Tokyo evening news was reported out, even more surging netizens poured into the NHK television station's website.

Broly and the internet troll's scolding battle post, at an extremely fast speed, broke through to fifty thousand plus replies.

Not only that, the NHK television station website department also specially made a homepage banner for this hot post.

Not long after, this scolding battle post became popular on the international internet.

America, inside a certain military base, Tina Sprout, who had just finished the Springfield multi-operation and moving shooting training, the girl who had finished showering was just doing pre-sleep internet surfing, and suddenly saw a link on the internet with the title 【Little Bro Who Dares Speak for Cursed Children】.

Somewhat curious what this meant, Tina couldn't help but click the link below the title; the next moment, the tablet computer in her hand jumped to the Japanese NHK television station website.

And after roughly reading through the news above, the originally somewhat sleepy owl girl instantly perked up.

The internet witnessed the diversity of humans; people who speak for Cursed Children on the internet are not non-existent, but someone like this who sprays one-versus-many without falling behind is truly rare.

"Such fast reply speed, and these three accounts with default numeric IDs, looking at them they should all be manipulated by one person; could it be the other party's brain also has a neuron chip implanted?"

Tina looked at the still ongoing fierce scolding battle, and couldn't help but regard the master of one side of the scolding battle, who was called 【Foul-Mouthed Little Bro】 by Japanese netizens, and the real master behind him, as a Cursed Child like herself, and that the other party had also undergone mechanical modification, with something similar to Springfield, a neuron chip, implanted in his brain.

Tina was somewhat attracted, and unconsciously registered an account on the external site, named 【Miss Nightingale】, chose to follow Broly's three accounts, and sent a short cheer private message to one of the accounts: I believe in you.

At Satomi Rentaro's home, Broly was still hammering the keyboard. Countless people had sent him private messages insulting him across three accounts, and he was not polite in return, sending replies cursing their families to those online trolls who insulted him.

His Ancestral Zu'an Soul burned fiercely, and the Saiyan's powerful physique allowed him to put all sorts of Zu'an Dialect into online flame wars.

And just as he opened a private message from America to reply, his finger, which had been ready to fire off some choice words, suddenly stopped striking the keyboard.

【Thank you.】

There were quite a few willing to cheer for him and speak for the Cursed Children, but only one sent a private message expressing trust in his original post.

【Add me as a friend!】

Tina didn't expect to get a reply from the kid, thought it over, and sent another private message.

【Okay.】

Broly agreed, but didn't know how to operate it.

【Miss Nightingale requests to add you as a friend. Agree?】

Just then, a prompt popped up.

Broly chose to agree, and on the friend list of one of the three internet accounts registered today, the sole American netizen appeared.

And this flame war continued until midnight, until Holy Residence posted that the Holy Son of Heaven would visit tomorrow and would investigate the Cursed Children girl who saved her classmates, before the online trolls hired as professional water army went low-key.

Although there were still some natural haters, without the leading troll faction, they were soon sprayed by Broly until they closed their mics.

The flame war post on the NHK website finally stopped at over 100,000 replies, more than thirty thousand of which were posted by Broly alone using three accounts.

The sight of the spacebar on three newly bought computers visibly sunken in testified to the Saiyan boy who had awakened the Ancestral Zu'an Soul and his super strong combat ability on the internet.

(Chapter End)