Chapter 12 – Triumph in Defiance"You bastard!" Jace's voice roared with fury as he launched a punch toward Max's head from the right.Roy struck his punch with the same force while standing on the left side.Max found himself in the middle as both opponents launched their attacks from opposite directions. His body briefly stiffened before his natural reaction kicked in. He propelled himself from the floor while moving backward through a quick motion.Swoosh!The two flying fists barely missed Max as they passed by his head. The force of their movements threatened to push Jace and Roy into each other.The two attackers paused only briefly after their initial attack missed. Max's disruption of their assault appeared like pure chance according to his attackers.Jace regained his footing before he launched another attack. The right fist of Jace extended toward Max's facial area."How dare you lay a hand on young master Theo!" Jace struck through the air with his punch as he shouted full

Chapter 14: RecompenseA chime echoed in Max Vale’s mind as he strode through the bustling district, weaving past civilians rushing toward the teleportation rings.[Host has completed a Hidden Quest.]Max slowed, his brow furrowing as he focused on the glowing notification."A hidden quest?" he mused, intrigued.Before he could process it fully—"Move aside, kid!"A sharp voice cut through the air as an impatient man pushed past him, nearly knocking his shoulder. Max barely spared him a glance before stepping toward a nearby bench, settling onto the cool surface. He had just crossed a hundred meters toward the next teleportation circle, but this was worth investigating.He called up the system prompt again.[Hidden Quest Completed]Quest Details: Three individuals harbored malicious intent toward you. Eliminate them or inflict grievous harm.][Quest Rewards:]+1000 EXP+2 additional attribute points to all statsXeon Enhancement UpgradeDash skill leveled upMax’s lips curled into a s

Chapter 16: Miss Raelyn's SuspicionsThe sun was beginning to set over BB Academy, casting long shadows across the courtyard as students hurried home. The crisp evening air carried the distant hum of hover vehicles and faint chatter from the few lingering teachers still inside the buildings.Max walked steadily toward the staff wing, Block C, the weight of his punishment still pressing down on his shoulders.In his right hand, he carried a high-density cleaning module—a rectangular, sleek black device embedded with advanced purification technology. It was heavy—at least two hundred and twenty kilograms, a weight that would have been impossible for him to lift just a few weeks ago. Normally, the module had wheels to ease transport, but the head cleaner had deliberately removed them, likely expecting Max to struggle.Too bad for them.He gripped the device effortlessly, his fingers barely straining as he walked. Punishment or not, he'd endure.The teachers' block came into view—a two-st

Chapter 18 - Whispers of ConflictA voice, sharp and laced with suspicion, cut through the stillness."Who are you, and what are you doing here?"Max turned his head toward the source of the voice.Three rows down, a woman with sleek black hair strode toward him. She wore a fitted pink dress that accentuated her rigid posture, a monocle perched over her right eye. Her sharp features gave her a stern, no-nonsense appearance, and she moved with the air of someone accustomed to authority.She looked to be in her mid-twenties, only slightly older than Miss Raelyn, though without the same effortless beauty. Unlike the esteemed instructor, this woman bore an air of calculated arrogance.Max instantly recognized her. Librarian Delora, the overseer of Library D—the most restricted section of the institution.Her sharp eyes narrowed in scrutiny. "I don’t recall ever seeing you here before. Who authorized your presence?"There was no recognition in her gaze, which worked in his favor. It was no

Chapter 20: Facing the JuniorsA thick mist curled from Max's fingers, dissipating into the cool afternoon air as the flames on the ball died down. He stood motionless, his expression unreadable as he stared at the group of students approaching him.They advanced across the pitch in a loose formation, seven figures moving as one. Four of them wore yellow athletic vests over white shorts, while the other three were clad in green vests with blue shorts. Their builds were imposing—each of them muscular and broad, like bodybuilders sculpted from stone.One of them, a student with long blue hair tied back, took the lead. His eyes flickered with surprise as he recognized the person who had caught the ball."It's you," he muttered, narrowing his gaze.Max remained silent, simply watching them approach with a raised brow."Return our ball," the blue-haired student demanded, his tone tinged with hostility.Max turned the ball in his hands, inspecting it as if it were a fascinating relic rather