Danganronpa Class Swap Novels & Stories

they begged, weeping hysterically. It was a flawless performance. Yet, as they wailed, I noticed their eyes subtly darting toward me, gauging my reaction. They were waiting, expecting me to do what I always did—throw myself on the floor and beg the creditors for mercy on their behalf. Instead, I stood up and approached the bald leader, looking at them calmly. "You can take me as compensation to settle the debt. Would that work for you?" Everyone was shocked. The bald leader's next line caught in his throat, and for a moment he didn't know whether to continue acting.

As ability users grew stronger, it was becoming increasingly difficult to trap them effortlessly with a spatial portal. In the future, there would no doubt be more methods—stronger methods—to escape. But not today. Today, Gunnr would die. Ray snorted softly. He tossed a small stone toward the spatial portal, then activated spatial swap. Gunnr swapped positions with the stone. Spatial swap could only swap positions—it couldn't alter an object's original motion. The stone continued falling into the portal, while Gunnr remained with his wings already inside it. Only now, his feet were no longer on the ground.

“Ceremonial water. We replace it before sunset. I’ve got two clean barrels ready. We swap them when the kitchen crew is busy. No one will notice.” One of the guards—Marcus—spoke up. “I’ll handle the swap. I know the kitchen schedule. They’re distracted around midday. I can do it alone.” “Good,” I said. “Make sure the new barrels are identical. Same markings. Same size.” Leo pointed to the map again. “Next—Rylan. He’ll be in the crowd. Probably near the eastern edge. He likes open space to move fast. We put two of us on him from the start. Watch his hands. If he reaches for anything, we grab him.”

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

"Still deceiving yourself and others even now? Who is ruining whose reputation?" Cornered, Cordelia suddenly seemed to grasp at a lifeline and shrieked, "Fine, I'll do the test! But... but Genevieve's scroll has already been tested. Who knows what's on it now? I want to use a completely new, clean prophecy scroll for the test! That's only fair!" The Crown Prince immediately seized on this reasoning and shouted at the Director. "Did you hear that? Bring a new blank scroll! Test it in front of everyone!"

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

The nurse was visibly taken aback as she explained, "Sir, we live in an era of gender equality. So, a daughter is just as valuable." Before Dad could even process her words, the nurse had already held Juliette upright in front of his face. As soon as her features came into sharp focus, his pupils dilated. Just then, Mom charged out of the delivery room, screaming at the top of her lungs. "They swapped them. They swapped our baby!" She seized Dad's arm so tightly that her fingernails nearly dug into his flesh. "They're conspiring against me! They must be afraid we won't treat that little bastard! I know what I gave birth to; it was a boy!"

"Mom… Mom, I was wrong. I don't want to stay at the orphanage. I still want to have your honey-glazed pork chops..." I couldn't help but snicker. I looked down at their pitiful faces and said, "Go ahead, ask around to see if it's me, Willow Wolpert, who's unwanted, or Melvin, whose future is ruined. Finn, so now I'm 'Mom' again, huh?

"You know exactly what we're about to face. But it doesn't matter—we'll be free of his control sooner if we make this money." I smiled quietly, saying nothing. Around us, a few other girls were watching. Axel began his manipulative pitch, telling them the only way to go to Zandumore was through fake marriages. He promised all the husbands would be respectable, high-quality men to reassure everyone.

However, Rose didn't seem to realize that it only worked because I loved her. Now, I couldn't care less about her antics. Seeing that I remained silent, Rose looked a little embarrassed. After a moment of silence, she finally pulled out her trump card. "Alright, Marcus. I know what you're angry about. I'll give you a raise tomorrow. I'll even promote you to general manager. Think of it as compensation, and we'll just forget about this whole thing, okay?"