Chapter CXLI - Mastermind (part 1)

I went to the headmaster after the hammering was finished.

He slammed down those rocks around twenty times, even made the boulders heavily stained with blood. And yet, the mutant still looked intact from those insane hammering using the large condensed boulders.

"The boulder alone is already a ton... Plus the speed of your throw and the help of gravity. You just couldn't hold back in killing it, could you?"

"Well, that thing is sturdy. I mean look at it. It's still intact, even after all of that."

"... I'm not looking at it."

I turned away from Veneo and he chuckled from my reaction.

"This is a heavily gruesome plan that only you can come up with, and yet you don't even dare to look at it?"

"I'm not a lover of blood!"

"Yet you suggested this idea! What part of this story makes me not think of you as a sadist!?"

Ah... He got a point.

"Okay... Fair point, but still a no."

"Bhahahah!!"

Hearing that, Veneo laughed right there, making me even more embarrassed.

"Ha… It's still very weird hearing that from you. Now, the cleaning group should still be up now, especially after all that loud noise. Can you fetch them?"

"... I need to remind you that I am not your slave. My name is not Plauren."

"Right. But are you going to let a senile old man like me who is tired from hammering the mutated creature call the cleaning service?"

"... Fine."

I said coldly and headed out. I have transformed the tower of shadow into a smaller dome of shadow, that only covers the part where it has a bloody pool filled with a dead mutant.

I left for the cleaning group room in the class building. I told them that a bloody mess happened on the front court, and they all understood.

By the time the sun rises, the bloody mess is gone, as well as the crater from all that hammering. The hole on the wall behind the receptionist desk also has been patched up, and the gate has been rebuilt.

Unpopular opinion, the cleaning group might be the most overpowered group in this academy…

I left for my dorm right after the cleaning group took over the covering of the corpse. But since I don't feel like sleeping, I ended up going to the top of the class building and simply glared at the skies above me. 

I always do this every time I couldn't sleep at the academy, and it does feel rather calming.

Every time I sit here, I always think and imagine about a lot of things. Things like…

What would have happened if I didn't get transported here? And what will happen if I return?

It has been two long years in this world… and I wonder what is going on back in my place.

Surely, my friends have gone to university. My sister is a lot older now and will probably enter high school soon. I wonder how my parents are doing. Losing a son must be quite devastating to them, I just hope they can get over it.

After dreaming for an hour, I decided I should sleep since tomorrow is another day of classes. I headed back to my dorm and immediately went to bed.

The next morning, I got barraged by questions in class.

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A round table. 

The perfect shape for a meeting table.

There are eight people attending the meeting, and they are planning something huge.

Everyone here is important to the meeting, and they all have an important… topic, to discuss.

"So... '301' failed... 

Your ultimate weapon has failed, Astar. What will you do now?"

A voice came from one end of the table. It came from a young middle aged man, who looked like in his thirties. He is talking to a fatter old man, who looked quite rich and in his sixties.

The old man played with his beautifully trimmed moustache as he answered.

"Well, he wasn't my only card... I still have plenty, you know?"

"Yes, but the cost of making one is already huge, Astar. You should really think about the costs carefully because-"

"Is it the mission you are worrying about or is it the money, Rich Boy? Because to me, money was never important. What is important… is the mission."

The old man known as Astar Besmar struck the young man with his beautiful tone, and everyone on the table chuckled.

"Now, then. There is a reason why I sent '301' to its demise. I already know it will fail, but to think it failed this miserably... is still somewhat within expectations."

"And what is... your expectations, Astar?"

Another voice came from a female on the table. Astar quickly formed a grin.

"... That there is another threat on Xyphon other than the ones we know."

"Another threat? You mean someone as powerful as Veneo and Julius?"

"Yes, something like that. It is possible that this person is merely a student, and that eases my work even more. But first, we need information on them. You know what to do, Evelina."

The female who Astar was talking with chuckled. Then she opens the fan and slowly moves it to her face.

"Don't you worry, Astar. I never fail at my job."

"Excellent! Once you have all the data about this mysterious threat, report to me and we will begin our assault."

"Are you sure we want to do it that early?"

Another voice came from the people on the table. It sounded heavier and deeper.

"We can still prepare more troops for this."

"We have waited and prepared long enough! Plus, it only makes sense if we attack them after we give them a warning."

Astar's grin became wider as he burst into a maniac laughter. Everyone on the table knows what kind of person Astar Besmar is, and they simply let them.

They can only stay silent as the loud laughter fills the room.

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