A Profound Opening

"The examination will begin now. You have exactly 2 hours to complete this exam. I will remind you when there are 15 minutes left, begin." As soon as the proctor finished his sentence, students rushed to start the test. Many displayed apparent anxiousness across their faces. For an ancient human, the sight of the testing room would be disturbing, with a class of 200-250 students appearing as if they were all staring off into space.

But, for the average present-day humans, it was customary for students to connect their neuro link to the examination process; they were simply taking the exam in their minds. A boy could be seen in the mid row of desks answering the questions calmly, unlike most students who were struggling and their palms sweaty from nervousness. The proctor seeing the oddball student lacking any sense of worry, made him sigh, "I wish Hearth would care about these tests." He said in his mind.

In less than an hour, everyone heard an expected voice, "I'm done, Mr. Ace. May I go to lunch now?" The boy asked. He was relaxed. He acted like he was just asking a typical question.

"There he is, probably bombing another test again, that damn meathead." A frustrated girl's voice rang out. Fellow murmurs from girls and laughter from boys followed her voice. Almost everybody had been waiting for the boy to finish the test early because he was an infamous athlete who never cared about any test. The only thing keeping him in their school was his somewhat capable athletic abilities and his wealthy mother. The girls wished he was better with his grades, but many still desired him as it made him look more human instead of a perfect individual. This obviously sparked some jealousy and discontent among a couple males jealous of his attention by girls and his looks. This resulted in a couple boys in the class failing to hide their laughter.

"I bet he's going to play Virtual Space after this test too." The boy who failed to not say his words out loud wore a cracked smile on his face after getting a friendly jab, at least in his mind. "Simion, please keep your thoughts to yourself. After all, your test scores barely pass Hemarth's."

The class immediately burst into a fit of laughter after hearing Mr. Ace. Simion's buddy slapped him across the shoulder, "Hah, you had it coming, Simion; best just take the defeat with honor and dignity." He said, barely stiffening his laugh. Simion's expression fell in loss, and he pretended to act offended, "I am proud of my scores nonetheless, Mr. Ace." The class continued to chuckle at his expense until they heard Mr. Ace's voice, "That's enough any more talking by any of you, and you all will be on cleaning duty for the rest of the afternoon!"

The class involuntarily shuddered at the thought before collectively announcing, "Yes, Mr. Ace!" Nobody wanted to volunteer for the school cleaning duty, which had over 100,000 students. The once nerve-wracking atmosphere dissipated a little following the small intrusion, and the students felt more confident in their tests. Feeling grateful to Hearth for alleviating the atmosphere, he let him leave with no problems.

Hearth, feeling hungry, traveled to the cafeteria to grab some lunch and picked up a Blt sandwich before making his way over to his designated table. As he was about to stuff his face, a rowdy obnoxious voice made its way across the cafeteria. "Hearth, I got your favorite dri-" The wild boy's voice got silenced as he plowed right into one of the school's most popular girls.

Sporting glamorous silver-white hair, matched with her captivating velvet eyes alongside an hourglass body and petite figure, there was no wonder why she is a top-class beauty. However, her once perfect appearance was now drenched in liquid from the soda, which dripped down from her face and clothes to the floor. The boy desperately tried to convey his innocence, "I'm sorry, miss Dana. I didn't mean to do it on purpose. I swear it was just an accident."

Hearth, who witnessed the whole commotion from a distance, silently paid his respects to his friend, "May you rest in peace, brother Dillimore. I will remember you." He raised his hand in tribute, and Dillimore acknowledged his honor by raising his fist.

Seeing the boy's antics, Dana wanted to strangle him by the neck, but trying to maintain her image as a popular student, she calmly replied, "It's okay, please pay attention though next time where you're walking." The boy who had been reprimanded felt a sense of relief that one of the campus belles wasn't going to annihilate him with verbal humiliation.

Just as he was about to excuse himself from the situation, he couldn't help but notice a slight disturbance in the force.

Letting out a slight cough, he said, "Uhm… Miss Dana, your shirt is transparent." To confirm his words, the astonished Dana slowly peered down at her chest to see what the boy was talking about. Her face contorted into shock.

The whole cafeteria students who had come to watch the spectacle unfold were thrown into hysteria at this shocking revelation. Lustful teenage boys and envious teenage girls started to express their emotions at sight.

"The top school beauties are truly something else, huh?" A boy said out loud. "For real, if only I had a chance to date her." Murmurs of agreement supported the two boys' claims, while the girls expressed envy of Dana's figure.

Seeing all the students chatter about her embarrassment, her forehead darkened. Her expression took on that of a demon, "I'm glad that all you are enjoying your view while I suffer at your expense; please have some dignity as students of Rosario." The students apologized, feeling guilty for their comments, and started to express sympathy for her, hoping they could build up favor with one of the school beauties.

As the students crowded around her, the boy who spilled soda on her quickly said, "well, at least we got that problem sorted out, right miss? I'm gonna go now." Utilizing the crowded students, he attempted to turn away and flee from the crime scene until he felt a firm grip grab him across the shoulder.

Instinctively he already had a horrible feeling about who had grabbed him. Turning his head across his shoulder, he saw the demon girl staring deep into his eyes. "Is-is there a problem, Miss Dana?" He squeaked. "I will return this humiliation 100 fold to you. I swear on the name of my family." She said.

Her words rang out like a death sentence to him, and the crowd of students sighed in pity for his well-being. Miss Dana was the daughter of a prominent family with significant influence over their solar system, including the Rosario school. The students expectantly waited for the boy's response, but to everyone's horror and bewilderment, the boy responded to her statement by saying,

"I'm sorry, Miss Dana, but I have been trained in the art of shamelessness for numerous years and have gained a profound understanding; even stripping me naked running around the school will not phase me in the slightest. I wish you well in your passionate endeavor to humiliate me, Miss Dana." He finished by cupping his fist and bowing his head in her direction.

"Shameless!" a girl scolded him loudly.

"Why are you acting like that's something to be proud of?" Another girl chimed in.

"Spoken like a true expert," A boy said with stars in his eyes.

"Indeed, nobody can match Dillimore's profound understanding in shame." Another boy nodded while stroking his fake beard.

Hearing the noisy clamor erupting from all the students around her and Dillimore's horrendous reply to her challenge finally caused her to Hollar in rage, "I will not forget this, Dillimore!" She stormed past the crowded students who fearfully made a path for her, not wanting to get in her way, before exiting the cafeteria carrying a venomous face.

With the main attraction leaving the eating area, the students soon returned to what they were doing, and the jubilant atmosphere resumed. The menace who had caused this disturbance in the first place headed over to Hearth's table, acting like the previous interaction was just a common occurrence.

The boy who had attracted everyone's attention had the appearance of a delinquent playboy with silver chains dangling down from his neck and long wild hair that he definitely never cuts but somehow still looks good. His skin color was a highlight between light brown and dark brown representing the Nejo people, and his brown eyes contributed to his skin tone. He had a feminine-looking body that was above average height. Still, he had lean muscles, which helped people identify him as a male. He usually would adorn a long coat with tattered jeans, but thankfully the school uniform prevented him from looking like a complete edge lord.

"Brother, I congratulate you on your spectacular performance of shame; not many can perform well as you." Hearth said with a proud voice.

"It was nothing, brother Hearth; I merely have only learned from the best," Dillimore replied with respect while cupping his fist.

Hearth nodded, but his voice took on a tone of concern, "Indeed, but on a serious note, you truly have gotten yourself into some trouble by provoking the daughter of the Laurier family."

Dillimore shrugged, "yeah, but my family is quite wealthy as well , and I always have you to help me out, right brother Hearth?" He said while slinging his arm around Hearth's shoulder.

Hearth didn't bother to take Dillimore's hand off, "The saying of how one day a disciple will pass his master seems to hold more truth every day." Hearth replied sadly.

Seeing his friend's sadness, Dilliomore hurriedly said, "This disciple will always remain the student of this master no matter how long time passes."

Shaking off his sadness, Hearth asked, "How did you do on the test?"

His friend scrambled to try and defend his score, "Brother Hearth, the tests are rigged, I say! The number of hours that I spent studying for this test and last night I-"

"What do you mean, bro? Last night I saw you online in virtual space playing Vgamer Bust Girl Dungeon for 5 hours." Hearth interrupted with a confused expression.

"That's absolute blasphemy, brother Hearth. I would never lower myself to play scummy games. It was my younger brother who played it. I am a cultured man who likes booty, not boobs! Dillimore defended indignantly.

"Brother Dillimore, when will you understand that having an imbalance in beauty will only lead to the demonic path? Only by having an ​​equilibrium will you truly be able to reach ascendance." Hearth stated profoundly.

Their fellow students sitting next to them moved away in embarrassment after hearing the infamous shameless duo continue their perverted conversation. Acting as if it was an appropriate one to discuss in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Brother Hearth, I don't know why you think you can criticize me for failing to study when I saw you playing League of Harem last night."

Hearth's eyes flew open in surprise, "How did you know I swore I turned on invisibility mode last night." His friend chuckled in response, "I didn't, but your reaction just now confirmed it, brother Hearth." Hearth cursed and slumped back down onto his seat, feeling defeated.

Dillimore, seeing his friend down, attempted to comfort him and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, brother Hearth, at least your sister will probably ace the test, and you might recover some face."

A few minutes later, while the duo were eating, Dillimore's face lit up like a light bulb, and he smashed his fist against his palm in excitement. "I came up with my shameless statement of the day, brother Hearth."

Hearth stared at him for a second, almost dreading what the infamous delinquent would say, "Well… go ahead, I'm waiting."

"I fap to your sister."

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