Camacho City seemed plagued by an unrelenting curse as rain continued to pour incessantly. The downpour relentlessly pounded against the window, resembling the anguished cries of tormented souls yearning for justice. It was as if they had congregated around the small temple, demanding retribution. Unsurprisingly, Zachary's sleep was haunted by nightmarish dreams. Gradually, the strange and vivid dreams faded, and he found himself awake in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dark, lightless room offered an eerie and deceptive sense of security, but it couldn't dispel the biting cold of the rainy night. After collecting his thoughts, his mind slowly regained clarity. The digital alarm clock emitted a faint glow, revealing that it was 2:30 in the early morning. Zachary reached out groggily and switched on the bedside lamp. He made a phone call, but there was no response from the other end. He tried again, and it wasn't until the seventh attempt that someone an
"Excellent! I was still disoriented and completely lost," Zachary beamed, maintaining a courteous and slightly familiar demeanor, as if he had finally found his way. When he wanted to establish a connection with someone, it was nearly irresistible. "Could you be my guide, buddy? I hope I'm not causing any inconvenience. By the way, what's your name?" "No trouble at all, really. It's not time for morning study yet," Corey Huff couldn't help but smile. In his mind, he marveled at the transformation of a tall 6'3" guy into a stunning beauty. He enthusiastically said, "I'm Corey Huff, the class representative for Class 9. Feel free to reach out to me for any academic matters in the future." Zachary hadn't fully embraced his student identity yet and casually remarked, "Are non-academic matters off-limits?" Corey Huff was caught off guard by the hidden meaning behind his words. Zachary realized that this campus was solely dedicated to serious studying, so he quickly added, "I just transfe
After leaving the restroom, Zachary took a detour and headed in the opposite direction of the restrooms, heading toward the second floor. As he approached the Watts Building, he couldn't help but notice two gazes coming from the second floor. One seemed carefree, belonging to a child engrossed in a game of espionage, either curious about the new transfer student or attempting to intimidate their classmates. However, the other gaze seemed more mature, lacking the innocence of childhood. Although it was brief and disappeared quickly, even Zachary didn't initially notice it, but his instincts kicked in. Zachary's intuition told him that the person was among the crowd before him. He decided to circle, going from the first to the third floor, but the person seemed to be well-acquainted with the layout of the building. They skillfully navigated various staircases, corners, and students' movements, avoiding entering any classrooms while Zachary struggled to keep up. The students around h
With 27 years of experience acting like a slacker, Zachary had honed his skills to seamlessly embody his true nature inside and out.He deftly unzipped his school uniform and rolled up his sleeves, holding a chilled cola from the vending machine in his hand. Sporting a mischievous expression, he lightly knocked on the door without waiting for a response and boldly entered the room, perfectly capturing the essence of his slacker persona."Come in."The sound of the door opening collided with a cold and malicious voice, causing an instant pause.That voice.Why does it sound so familiar? They locked eyes simultaneously. Zachary, about to open the cap of his cola and take a sip, continuing his rebellious act, suddenly met the gaze of those all-too-familiar cold eyes. In that moment, those eyes widened slightly, reflecting a glint of light on the lenses, cutting the strings controlling Zachary's puppetry just as he was about to step onto the stage. The
"It appears you're adjusting well," Quilly finally lifted her head, her sharp eyes scrutinizing the student before her, who seemed visibly uneasy. "Gale Watts has a complex layout, and you got lost. That's why I arranged for a student to accompany you. So, apart from being half an hour late, do you have any other reasons?"Oh, he hadn't thought of a reason for his lateness.Originally, he had planned to say, "What's the big deal about being late?""Uh, I didn't get lost on campus, but I had trouble finding the office. It was crowded with students returning to class, and I have a terrible sense of direction..."Zachary found himself at a loss for words when he met Quilly's calm gaze. Of course, his sense of direction wasn't poor; it could even be described as exceptional, as Quilly had witnessed on many occasions before.After all, in the haunted maze of the amusement park, he had located Quilly, who had intentionally been separated and placed in th
Gale Watts Cafeteria has two levels, with the first floor designated for students and the second for teachers. The cafeteria provides a diverse range of food options that appear to be higher quality than those at his workplace. "I had hoped he would lay low for a while, but it seems that it only took a few days for his true colors to resurface." Since Zachary became part of the "representative's crew" group, he had quietly conversed with the three boys. Now curious, he joined their group chat and asked, "Did anything happen during his absence?" "It's about the incident where some boys from our class wandered near Turner Lake over the weekend and fell into the water." The boys eagerly shared the case details, embellishing it with subjective assumptions drawn from extensive discussions on the Gale Watts forum. Having read the incident report and signed off on the case, the Assistant listened attentively. He occasionally chimed in with phrases like "Really?" and "What happened next?"
He turned around unexpectedly, and Zachary jokingly said, "I couldn't stand idly by and watch injustice. I had to play the hero, just like you. We find ourselves in a similar predicament, don't we?"Zander French was momentarily taken aback before finally comprehending. "You're the one from earlier this morning..."Zachary nodded and smiled. "We're not sure whom he's searching for in the cafeteria, but it's either you or me. To be safe, let's lay low here for a while."Zander French hesitated for a moment. Given the appearance and demeanor of his rescuer, romantic implications were the furthest thing from his mind. He nodded in agreement.Corey Huff went to the office to collect some assignments. During the lunch break, it was common for teachers to head home for a meal or run errands, returning before the first-afternoon class. However, on this particular day, the homeroom teacher, who was usually absent during this time, sat at her desk, engrossed in wr
In the series of disappearances caused by shadow spirits, Zachary only caught the tail end of it. When he was on a rescue mission, so he had no fear of being recognized by the victims.After extracting the information from Zander, the conversation flowed smoothly. Firstly, he had recently performed a heroic act, and good deeds were duly rewarded. Secondly, Zander had been pulled into the water by the shadow spirits before and quickly lost consciousness. However, as someone directly involved, he still carried remnants of the "extraordinary" in his subconscious, which occasionally startled him at unexpected moments.An ordinary person tainted by the "extraordinary" is like inadvertently grabbing hold of a rope from another world, establishing a "connection." It takes time for the residual effects to gradually fade away until the rope naturally breaks, completely severing ties with the extraordinary world and returning to the ordinary realm.The influence that had