Insult Me? That's My Power!
The Principal Knows Too Much
That old man with the staff isn't just watching—he's calculating. Every summon, every explosion, every drop of blood is data to him. When he slams his fist on the desk after seeing the S-gem, you feel the weight of decades of secrets. Insult Me? That's My Power! might be the students' battle cry, but he's the one who wrote the rules. And he's not impressed—he's intrigued.
Blood on the Uniform
She kneels, bleeding, then rises with a scroll glowing blue. That's not resilience—that's rebellion. The arena expects her to fall; she chooses to freeze her enemy instead. Insult Me? That's My Power! isn't just a title—it's her origin story. The bloodstains on her sleeve? Proof she didn't beg for power. She took it. And now the whole stadium knows.
The Audience is the Real Villain
They cheer, they scream, they wave flags—but they're not fans. They're spectators of suffering. When the chimera roars, they don't flinch—they lean in. Insult Me? That's My Power! thrives because they crave drama. The real magic isn't in the arena—it's in the stands, where every gasp fuels the next battle. They're not watching a show—they're feeding the machine.
Gem Game Strong
Those black orbs surrounding the red S-gem? They're not decorations—they're trophies. Each one represents a fallen challenger. The hand reaching for the S-gem isn't greedy—it's inevitable. Insult Me? That's My Power! isn't about winning—it's about collecting proof. And that girl? She's not playing for rank. She's playing for legacy.
The Kiss That Broke the Screen
Black hair, purple eyes, leaning in to kiss the golden-eyed guy mid-battle? That's not romance—that's strategy. She's not distracting him; she's claiming him. Insult Me? That's My Power! gets a whole new meaning when love becomes a weapon. The dark background, the glowing embers—it's not a love scene. It's a takeover. And she's the CEO.
