It was another mundane Monday at school, the day that almost every student dreaded. The weather matched the dullness of the day, with a gloomy atmosphere hanging in the air. The morning assembly passed by in a blur of announcements and mundane speeches.However, Jeremy was different. He walked with an air of extreme confidence, his uniform impeccably tailored and his shoes polished to perfection. The student who had once been discriminated against for his family's financial status, his white hair, and average looks, was now the talk of the school.As Jeremy made his way to class, he paid no attention to the stares and whispers around him. Girls blushed as he passed by, and even a few boys couldn't help but be captivated by his presence."Devils!" Jeremy thought inwardly, ignoring the eyes fixed on him and the awkward and lewd looks he received.People would have loved to approach him, to befriend him, but there was an unmistakable cold aura surrounding him and a fierce gaze in his ey
Determined to change the narrative and make himself more approachable and relatable, Jeremy made a conscious effort to switch off his cold aura. He wanted to show his classmates and teachers that there was more to him than just an intimidating presence. He softened his expression, allowing a genuine smile to grace his lips, and his demeanor transformed from aloof to welcoming.The change in Jeremy's aura didn't go unnoticed. Some of his classmates, who had previously been wary of approaching him, began to feel more at ease in his presence. They saw a side of him that they hadn't seen before, someone who was willing to engage and interact on a friendly level. Slowly but surely, Jeremy started to break down the barriers that had been built around him.As the day progressed, the dynamics within the school began to shift. Some were drawn to him out of genuine interest, while others sought to use his newfound popularity for their own gain.In the third period, Jeremy found himself in a m
Wednesday had arrived, heralding a pivotal moment for Jeremy as he stepped into the bustling main office of the dark guild. A grand sign emblazoned with the guild's name greeted him, casting a festive glow over the transformed space, now resembling a lively dance floor. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, fueled by an impressive spread of refreshments: from fine wines and chilled beers to a variety of spirits, sodas, succulent steaks sizzling on grills, and an assortment of delectable treats.Before the revelry could commence, introductions took precedence. Jeremy surveyed the room, taking note of the twenty out of thirty hunters and exorcists who had gathered. Among them, fifteen held the esteemed C grade, each with a unique aura of seasoned experience. Another five members stood out as B grade, their presence exuding confidence and capability, and were filled by those hovering between B- and B+, each embodying their own blend of skill and determination.For the remaining ten
"Prepare yourselves, everyone!" Warhuz, a highly skilled exorcist ranked C+, bellowed with a commanding presence as he clapped his hands, exuding confidence. He led the group towards the imposing purple portal that stood before them, ready to embark on a perilous mission.Brandon, second-in-command in this operation and also a C+ Hunter, couldn't contain his excitement and enthusiasm. "A'ight, yeah! less do zis ma'f*ckers!" he exclaimed, leaping around like a jubilant frog.Jeremy, on the other hand, wore a sly grin as he discreetly suppressed his aura. Being underestimated and perceived as the weakest member of the group worked to his advantage. "Here I come," he whispered to himself, relishing the element of surprise he held.However, Jeremy's momentary satisfaction was interrupted by a man with a comically shaped mustache who arrogantly approached him. "Don't even think about abandoning your post. As a D-ranked exorcist, your role is to mine crystals, collect valuable items, an
"Stealth mode!" Jeremy proclaimed, drawing his katana from seemingly thin air. As Jeremy prepared to face the enraged creatures, he couldn't help but wonder why they were already in rage mode. Had someone been in this dungeon before them? Or perhaps another team was also clearing this dungeon? Jeremy was aware that other guilds raided dungeons as well. However, If that was the case, this dungeon should have already been marked. There was no time to dwell on these thoughts as the beasts lunged towards Jeremy and Stella. "Watch out!" Jeremy warned Stella, noticing two tigers already leaping towards her. Realizing she couldn't escape the dire situation, Jeremy swiftly dashed towards her, slashing in a calculated manner. With precise movements, he targeted the first tiger's paws and the second tiger's belly. In a rapid succession of slashes, Jeremy aimed for the second tiger's eyes and the first tiger's neck before retreating, grabbing Stella's hand and pulling her away from the b
As the battle intensified, Jeremy's movements became more fluid and controlled. He anticipated the tigers' attacks, dodging and parrying with expert precision. With every swing of his katana, he aimed for vital spots, hoping to weaken his opponents.But the tigers were no ordinary foes. Their agility and strength were unmatched, and their thick fur offered a form of natural armor. Jeremy's strikes, though precise, seemed to have little effect. Blood trickled down his arm from a cut inflicted by one of the tigers, but he ignored the pain, his focus unwavering.He utilized his surroundings to gain an advantage. He lured one tiger towards a narrow passage, where its size and agility would be limited. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly sidestepped the tiger's attack, causing it to crash into the wall.As the injured tiger recovered, Jeremy swiftly moved to the next phase of his plan. He positioned himself strategically, using his katana to redirect the attention of the remaining two t
"You're late...." Jeremy whispered, his head hanging in disappointment, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos that surrounded him. Warhuz's thunderous voice pierced through the air, causing everyone to freeze in their tracks. His eyes widened as he took in the gruesome scene before him. "What in tarnation transpired here?" he bellowed, a mix of shock and anger lacing his words. The sight before him left him dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy. Jeremy, still in a state of shock himself, struggled to find the words to explain what had transpired. He stammered, his tongue betraying him in his moment of desperation. He struggled to find the right words to explain the unfathomable turn of events. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, making it difficult to form coherent sentences. "I.... I....." he faltered, his voice trembling as he fought to articulate the chaos that had unfolded. The weight of the situation bore down on him, making it difficult to
Sensing his turmoil, Jessica spoke once more: "Jeremy, I am acutely aware of the profound difficulty you face in reliving these painful memories. I harbor no doubt that you bear no responsibility for Stella's untimely demise. However, the same cannot be said for the other individuals entangled in this dark web of events. We implore you to provide your statement, not only to aid our investigation but also to provide closure for Stella's family."Jessica's words struck a chord within Jeremy, thawing the icy tendrils of anger that had gripped his heart. With each passing moment, he found himself inching closer to sharing certain details of the incident, while carefully omitting others, such as the presence of the unknown entity and the fact that he had fought to protect Stella, not the other way around. Instead, he claimed that he had been rendered unconscious by the creatures and woke up to find her lifeless body.Jessica listened intently, her unwavering belief in Jeremy's account p