Plan

Haishh...

'Three days... It's been three days since this ghost started following me.'

Adan shook his head and sighed, staring down at his notebook where his plans were laid out. Mika was by his side—or, rather, everywhere. One moment at his side, another at his back, sometimes in every possible angle, constantly interrupting him. Lucky enough , Mika hadn't followed him to the bathroom or intruded during more private moments.

'At least that ghost still has some manners.'

Adan glanced around. The school, as eerie as it was, had no shortage of ghosts lurking about. Considering the building had stood for over 20 years, their presence didn't surprise him anymore. He was even getting used to Mika's face, which made the other spirits seem almost ordinary by comparison.

"Hey... hey! Are you even listening, Adan?" Mika huffed, floating impatiently.

Adan sighed deeply, nodding subtly as if distracted. The last thing he needed was for other ghosts to realize he could see them too. One was already a thorn in his side; more would be unbearable.

'I wonder this one capability..a yapper??friendliness?? Aren't that just all useless..I don't think magic could be apply? Well..this system stuff is already odd stuff anyway..'

He scribbled a note in his notebook and tapped it with his pen to get Mika's attention.

-Let's only talk in my room later -

"Why?" Mika asked, raising an eyebrow.

-It'll be a headache if more ghosts start talking to me. -

"Aww, but I'm just happy..."

-I know. Please? -

"Fine," Mika muttered begrudgingly before disappearing into thin air. Of course, he was thrilled to talk to a human—he rarely got the chance. Most of the other ghosts weren't fond of his overly cheerful demeanor. And the only human he'd ever spoken to before Adan was a shaman, which wasn't exactly a lively conversation.

Adan let out a relieved breath and turned his focus back to the notebook, planning his next steps.

***

'Now..Bangi High School…'

His eyes wonder around to his classmate and the classroom. Sure gice him sight of nostalgic . But..he dont miss it thought at all . 

An all-boys school. Just the thought of it was enough to make Adan shake his head.

Research shows that bullying rates are higher in single-gender schools than in coed ones. This place is living proof.

The school had been standing for over two decades, and while it carried a prestigious image on paper, the reality was different. The environment was harsh, rough, and brutally hierarchical.

Factions formed naturally here, Adan thought grimly, his pen tapping against the paper.

The first group was The Untouchables. They were the geniuses, the rich kids, and the ones who seemed to float above everyone else. No one dared to mess with them, either because of their wealth or their social influence.

Then there wereThe Onlookers—the majority of the students. They stayed out of the fray, keeping their heads down and avoiding attention. They never interfered, not even when they saw someone being beaten.

And then… there were The Losers.

'People like me and Hazim.'

Adan sighed.

The Losers were the bottom rung of the ladder. The outcasts, the weaklings, the ones who were easy targets for bullies. Victor sat somewhere between The Untouchables and the Bullies. He was rich enough to avoid serious consequences, and his gang ensured he had the power to back it up.

It's just unfair...really unfair.

'For now… let's just focus on getting out of the "Loser" faction'

He was deeply immersed in his plans when someone suddenly shook his shoulder. Startled, Adan looked up and smiled warmly.

"Yeah?"

Hazim stood beside him, his expression timid, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his uniform. The bruises on his arms were hard to miss.

'Victor must have beaten him again.'

"Did you take care of those wounds?" Adan asked calmly, concern etched into his face.

Hazim nodded hesitantly, saying nothing.

"I'm listening," Adan said gently, his full attention on his friend.

Hazim looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"I... I talked to the discipline teacher," Hazim said, swallowing hard.

"I see. How did it go?"

'Not well'

"Not well."

'Of course not. That old man doesn't really care about this stuff. Always brushes it off with excuses like...'

"Boys always play rough," Hazim muttered bitterly, echoing the teacher's words.

Adan's jaw tightened. "And Victor must have figured out you reported him?"

Hazim nodded again. "Yeah... How'd you know?"

"Sir Jazin probably called him in for a warning," Adan replied with a shrug.

' A warning, then two another, lastly maybe expulsion if the school finally takes it seriously. But back then, we never got to that point. Victor beat us senseless before anything came of it. Hazim missed a week of school after that, and I—'

Adan's eyes darkened at the memory, but he quickly shook it off.

"Stick close to me, yeah?" he said calmly, placing a reassuring hand on Hazim's shoulder.

Hazim hesitated but nodded. He couldn't help but notice how different Adan seemed. His friend, once as timid and nervous as him, now carried an air of composure and maturity. Adan's calm, steady gaze was nothing like the boy who used to avoid eye contact and cower at the slightest provocation.

"You've been staring," Adan said, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle.

"Oh! Uh... Sorry. It's just... You've changed," Hazim admitted, his voice small but sincere.

'Adan changed...like a different person. but he still adan....'

His eyes in awe

Hazim tilt his head wondering

"Really? Care to elaborate?"

Adan asked with a grin, though he already knew why. He wasn't the 17-year-old version of himself anymore, after all. If he told Hazim the truth, his friend would probably faint in disbelief.

Hazim shifted awkwardly, unsure how to explain the change he felt.

Adan's gaze flickered briefly as a glowing panel appeared before him.

[System Panel]

| Name: Hazim Othman

| Age: 17 years old

| Height: 5'1"

| Weight: 51 kg

Stats:

| Strength: F

| Dexterity: D

| Intelligence: C

| Endurance: C

| Charisma: C

| Luck: D

'Maybe I can change his stats too...'

Adan's lips curled into a faint smile as he closed the panel and turned back to Hazim.

"Hey" Adan hum and grin , it's time to proceed the plan