Chapter 9 – Wait… Did I Just Scam My Way Out?!
I stared at the group of military students in front of me, their expressions shifting from cautious to full-blown pity after I accidentally blurted out that I didn't know my name.
Oh no.
What just happened?
I was expecting them to get suspicious, maybe even tie me up and interrogate me—but instead, they looked like they wanted to adopt me?!
And then… the teacher walked up to me.
He looked at me with warm, fatherly eyes.
And then—
He patted my head.
"I understand," he said with a gentle smile.
I.
Was.
Speechless.
What did he understand?!
What the hell was going on?!
I sat there, completely frozen, as the teacher continued to pat my head like I was some lost puppy.
I could feel the students nodding among themselves, as if confirming some unspoken tragic backstory they had just made up for me.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
This might actually be good for me.
If they thought I was just a poor lost boy with no memories, then I wouldn't have to explain anything.
I could just pretend I forgot everything.
If they asked me anything, I could just say—
"I don't know."
Yes.
This was perfect.
Why didn't I think of this before?!
I mentally applauded myself for my genius idea.
This way, I didn't have to explain where I came from, how I fell into a ruin, or why I was half-dead.
Yes, yes! I'm so smart!
I subtly nodded to myself, satisfied with my plan—
Only to flinch violently when the teacher suddenly grabbed my shoulders.
He lifted me up effortlessly, checking me over for injuries.
I stiffened.
His sharp eyes scanned my arms, my legs—probably checking for broken bones or hidden wounds.
After a moment, he nodded to himself.
"All good," he said, letting me go.
I let out a breath, feeling relieved—
Until I accidentally met his eyes.
The teacher smiled brightly.
A shiver ran down my spine.
[Professor Ryen's POV]
I looked at the boy in front of me.
A silver-haired teenager, probably no older than 15 or 16.
His clothes were tattered, his body covered in old wounds, and his expression—well, it was completely blank.
But that blankness wasn't normal.
There was something off about it.
His face didn't change, even when I patted his head, checked his injuries, or questioned him.
A child with face paralysis? Or was it something else?
More importantly—how did he get here?
This ruin was under school jurisdiction, meaning it was sealed off from the public.
For him to accidentally fall into a ruin portal wasn't unheard of—but for that portal to lead specifically here?
That was strange.
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
I had questions. A lot of questions.
But I could ask later.
For now, this kid needed food and rest.
And if he really had lost his memories, then we'd have to figure out what to do with him later.
I smiled at him, watching as he flinched slightly.
Ah.
So he was aware.
Good.
That meant he wasn't completely broken.
[Back to MC's POV]
I gulped, feeling another chill run down my back as the teacher kept smiling at me.
…Did he just analyze my soul?
Why do I feel naked and exposed?
Crap. I need to get out of this conversation.
Before I could try to escape, my stomach growled loudly.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
The students stared.
One of them held out a piece of cooked monster meat.
"…Hungry?"
I hesitated.
Should I eat it?