And it became even more ironic when I, who was also a materialist, took issue with this.On the way to class, I opened [Profile Menu].>>>>>>>>>>>NAME: HARRY MCKANEAGE: 16 LEVEL 9 HP: 1035/1035MP: 1089/1089POWER: 15VITALITY: 15AGILITY: 30INTELLIGENCE: 21SPEED: 35Skills:[Precise], [Balanced], [Cunning]Warning:There are 14 Stats Points that are still unused >>>>>>>>>>>I had too much on my mind that I abandoned what I used to pursue so much.Hm. That's a nice dramatic line, come to think of it, maybe I'll consider including it in the final project of Language class.Well, from what I see, all I need to do is a little balancing. I should consider that the opponents I face next will no longer be Keroco like Silas. However, they could be stronger than Michael.So what I need to strengthen is the strength itself.[Add 14 Stats Points to POWER?][Accept] [Decline]Okay.However, I must also remember that a person like Michael cannot be defeated with just '
"Ms Becker? Did you hear me?"Susan looked up, staring at Mr Henderson for a moment. It was a look that was hard to interpret. Before finally nodding.Mr Henderson sighed and went back to saying another instruction, while the attention was now back on her.Almost all of them. Not with me.I felt that something was wrong, and somehow felt guilty. Judging by the story the girl had told me on the night of our 'date', I think her head was spinning with some dizzying thoughts.Was it finally taking away her sanity?Susan put the bag into place. Pulling out books, something shiny, and stationery.Like, if anyone is starting to lose their mind here, it's me.Rather than paying attention to unnecessary details, it's better to focus on what I can use right now.The final exam is coming up and I'd better not waste any time I have left."OH! MY GOD!""Blood! There's blood!""She's bleeding!"Huh?I looked back at the origin of the voice just now-the same side where Susan was.The atmosphere arou
Horrified, confused, scared.Susan hurt herself. I don't know where the penknife came from, but it seemed like she had prepared it from the beginning."Hey, McKane! McKane!"It was only a few seconds later that I realised my body was being shaken. Mr Henderson was trying to hide his panic, but the trembling of his body that seemed to be a contagious knee-jerk reaction was something he couldn't prevent when he came into contact with me. "Take her to the infirmary!"*#*"It's just a slight scratch, but it's not too deep.""But, he's bleeding a lot," I said in panic."It just looks like it. But, she didn't bleed that much. Maybe she'll just get a little dizzy. Just rest, drink, and take the medicine I'll prescribe later." Mrs Blake patted my shoulder with a smile. "That's because you and Mr Henderson acted quickly."Still. I sighed, not wanting to think any further negatively."Was she always like that?"I frowned. "What does that mean?""Does she got into some serious trouble, huh?"I
I don't know why when I asked that, Mrs Blake showed a kind of meaningful smile.It wasn't her first kind of smile. It was a mischievous and ignorant grin. I'm not psychic, and I hate guessing the most. But, from his gaze, he seemed to be saying, 'And you said you guys were never close.'Duh, why do adults like to infer something unnecessary and repetitive?This, after all, isn't due to some sort of ulterior motive or undisclosed closeness. It could just be the responsibility of a class president.Yeah... though there's a bit of a motive that I can't tell you exactly, anyway."Are you awake?" I called out when I pulled back the curtains to find Susan sitting on a gurney with her hands bandaged."I didn't faint, McKane.""That's... true." Silly me. Not only did it make me look like an idiot, it also sent us into an awkward silence.Susan had been looking out through the window anyway and seemed in no mood to look at me."Um... I wanted to talk about something, is this the right time..
That's really fucked up thinking.What was that bastard Michael thinking? Didn't he say he wouldn't bother the people around me again? Didn't he say that Liz was the last one?However, I quickly remembered that Michael was a cold-blooded killer. He was a criminal, a criminal.So is Elena. So is Silas. So am I.Ah, Silas. That's right. Hearing Susan's story made me sick to my stomach and I didn't have time to bring it up.Wait, should I told Silas about this? That would create a frenzied split, and a more troublesome conflict. But can I stop Michael on my own?And that thought is what brought my feet here.No, they didn't. It wasn't purely walking.There was a reason why Elena had to take the car when she picked me up at our first meeting. Yes... although partly (mostly) to appear mysterious, but it was also because of the distance between the school and the casino.I took a taxi here, and still can't believe that I (technically) 'work' at this place.It's early afternoon, but the at
I passed people rolling dice, shuffling cards, a bunch of pole dancers, a tender table with a strong smell of alcohol, before finally entering Elena's room.Before entering it, from outside, I could see the shadow of someone who was turning his back.I guess it only took a second for her to realise I was watching.When her face turned around, I almost jumped out of my skin.At that moment, my hand was already holding the door knob. Making us inevitably come face to face, again. "Michael?"Michael looked at me for a moment, then back at Elena."Mr McKane," Elena said, full of her usual elegant composure. Yet, somehow, I could smell the uneasiness on her face. "You didn't say you were coming."That was actually appropriate. I scratched the back of my neck, which wasn't itchy. "Is this a bad time?""Actually--" Elena's words were quickly interrupted by Michael. "I've finished saying what I wanted to say, you can continue this alone.""Are you sure, Mr Hughes?""Do I look like someone wh
"So..., Mr McKane? I'm all yours now," Elena said, resting her chin on a clump of hands.She was not wearing a long researcher's robe or a professional tuxedo today, but a maroon dress with a V-shaped cut-out in the chest. Her curly hair was 'tossed' over the right side of her body, exposing most of her slender left neck.I realised then that Elena was a mature woman, and a very beautiful one at that.It left me at a loss for words."Mr McKane?" she repeated."Ah, um..." I hiccupped and it must have looked really stupid. What was I supposed to say just now? Ah, right. "Someone's after me!"Elena's gaze turned sharp and serious. "You mean... offensively?""I see." I started by sitting down on the chair provided, and then began to tell the one that had been bothering me the most lately, though it was doubtful if Elena or her team had any concrete answers. "Long before meeting you, I actually met this girl. She introduced herself as Evangeline Hudson, whether that's her real name or not.
That's an astonishing fact. It's like discovering that Neil Armostrong didn't actually land on the moon.True, it's just a joke and conspiracy material. But then, so was the phenomenon Elena had revealed earlier. "Of course, it's still just a raw, untested theory. My team and I need more concrete data to come to a definite conclusion, so... other than that, is there any other info that could help?"I bit my lip. "I don't think so."If Elena was disappointed, then she hid it well. "This is truly groundbreaking information, Mr McKane, and we find it very helpful." He cleared his throat briefly. "Have you considered signing the contract we gave you?"I hadn't thought about it, at all. "Uh, yes... I think that would take a lot of time."Elena sighed. "That's too bad. I'd like to compensate you more, but it would be difficult if our partnership hasn't been formally established yet. Is 3000$ enough for you?"I widened my eyes once more. It was an amount even smaller than my level-up reward