Chapter 180
"I see," Jiang Tianming didn’t ask how I influenced a hidden destiny. Everyone had their thods—no need to know everything.
Since Si Zhaohua had saved others, he led us to the hidden students. Jiang Tianming tried to brief on events, but I refused.
I’d see it in the manga—listening was unnecessary. For now, let quietly enjoy their “old faces.”
My blatant stares broke them. Si Zhaohua stopped, half-smiling: "So curious? Shall we stay, let you see your old self?"
Ai Baozhu, still fuming, perked up, eyeing : "I’m curious what you’d look like old."
" too!" Lan Subing joined, eager. Their aged selves had been seen by —missing my old look felt unfair.
I wasn’t fazed: "If you can stay until I age, I don’t mind."
Others couldn’t linger, but three people could. Elvis seized the fun: "I’ll stay and wait."
" too!" Ian raised his hand excitedly. "I’ll take photos so everyone can see old Su Bei!"
I eyed him, wondering if Mo Xiaotian possessed him.
Staying was impossible. I didn’t care for eternal youth, but I wasn’t eager to see my old self, especially with spectators.
"I’ve got a mission from the teachers. How can I delay for curiosity?" I said righteously, speeding ahead.
We found the other students’ hideout, gave each a book, and all left the book world, mission complete.
Outside, the teachers visibly relaxed. They took their students, and we followed ng Huai.
Outside, ng Huai sighed: "Your skill book rewards co tomorrow. It’s Sunday—rest well. After discussion, since you left successfully, all gains are yours. If you want to sell them, consider the academy first."
After official words, he smiled, half-threatening: "One week left in the exchange. No more incidents, right?"
Ai Baozhu pouted: "Teacher, none of this was our fault. Others picked fights."
Her view was fair—they were victims of others’ sches, from student fights to Black Flash’s plot.
But from ng Huai’s view, though they didn’t start it, trouble followed them outside. Wasn’t that a form of troublemaking?
If I knew his thoughts, I’d say he saw the world’s truth. The protagonist team attracted trouble.
After resting a day, we woke early Monday. Despite yesterday’s events, only a few were involved, so classes continued.
Word of yesterday spread. Today, looks at Jiang Tianming’s group were unusual. Though they didn’t escape on their own, they’d found a way out, and my thod was just easier.
Plus, their calm, organized actions in the book world, beyond their peers, showed leadership.
This made Alpha Ability Academy’s already admiring students more impressed. They’d thought them slightly better in one area, but finding themselves outclassed entirely shifted jealousy to admiration.
At their ho academy, Jiang Tianming’s group was used to such gazes, so they adapted. Still, the quick shift was novel.
Facing questions, Ian smiled: "We hyped you up yesterday. Our school’s system gives most students wide networks. Saving lives receives a lot of recognition."
The system was the academy and team structure. Divided into five academies by Ability, networks typically stayed within.
But optimal teams had one from each academy, so students knew others across academies. Over a sester, first-years ford a vast network.
"Sha you’re leaving soon," Ian sighed, his smile fading. "Who knows when we’ll et again?"
Silence fell. Teenage friendships ford fast and fierce—a single adventure bonded them. Even cold Tiffany joined dinner at Ian’s invite, a big change.
Just becoming friends, now parting, stung everyone.
Except .
I shrugged: "Then aim for the observation team at finals."
The “observation team” was a non-competing group sent to spectate. The international Ability competition at finals had main and reserve teams from second and third years, and a first-year observation team.
All three were selected from the three academies, representing the nation, not one school.
I’d checked—other countries did things similarly. After years, competition rules were standardized.
"So hard…" Ian grimaced. Observation teams were small, about ten per country.
Standing out among countless first-year Ability users from multiple academies was no small feat.
Even Jiang Tianming’s group lacked absolute confidence. But encouragent was due. Jiang Tianming said: "Try your best. Even if you don’t make it, no regrets. We can’t skip finals, but we can hang out in sumr."
Sotis I thought readers were spot-on—Jiang Tianming was King of Abilities’ most dignified. He spoke naturally to enemies or friends. I couldn’t, preferring to dodge farewells.
After school, the promised skill books arrived. The elental one was, as chosen, Earth Elent. The Special Track one was, surprisingly, Angel Track.
Alpha Ability Academy went big, giving a skill book for Si Zhaohua: “Angel Purification,” cleansing Nightmare Beasts and slightly affecting malicious humans—a great skill.
It was clearly to thank Endless Ability Academy’s exchange students for saving others from Black Flash’s plot, hence the high quality.
I was more eager for mine. I’d done a huge favor—Alpha Ability Academy’s wealth ant my reward wouldn’t be small.
As expected, despite my ntal preparation, the skill book stunned .
“Destiny Instant”: The user consus minimal ntal Energy to make their destiny influence take effect instantly.
Not a conventionally powerful skill—no attack, defense, or new branches for my Ability.
But it was exactly what I needed.
My Destiny Compass changes weren’t instant. Small pointers, even set to worst luck, didn’t trigger imdiate misfortune.
Large pointers were the sa. Before opening the door, I’d adjusted everyone’s, but the masked man’s mask fell much later. The delay was clear.
It seed harmless so far, but I knew it could screw . I couldn’t always act behind the scenes. Facing danger upfront, enemies could exploit the delay to kill .
With instant effects, it’d change everything. In danger, I could set an enemy’s large pointer to death and trigger it instantly.
Maybe less useful to others, but for , it was top-tier, solving a critical flaw.
I suppressed my joy, carefully storing the book to learn back at Endless Ability Academy.
With Black Flash’s antics done and only a week left, no more surprises should co, so I wasn’t rushed.
As for my personal reward, others were curious but didn’t ask, just sneaking glances.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed, pulling the book from my ring and tossing it on the table: "Look, stop staring."
Caught, they grinned sheepishly but grabbed the book fast. Seeing its na, they were shocked. Lan Subing asked: "You need this?"
Without my clear satisfaction, they wouldn’t be so curious. A re instant-cast book making happy was surprising.
"Very much," I nodded openly. A fixed flaw didn’t need hiding. "Instant abilities save a lot of trouble."
Jiang Tianming’s group’s Abilities had no delays, except Si Zhaohua’s, which needed chanting. But once activated, his targets felt intense pressure, nearly immobile, thus making it count as instant.
So, this book was only useful to , tailored for Destiny Track.
But its low perceived value didn’t an Alpha Ability Academy gave a shoddy book. It was valuable—it altered an Ability’s execution, and thus all its skills.
Back at the dorm, I reflected on this event. The main plot advanced significantly—Black Flash’s leader debuted openly.
Longevity was clearly vital to him, also showing his research on turning Nightmare Beasts human had no real progress, hence his urgency for lifespan.
The leader’s goal was also revealed: researching how to revert Nightmare Beasts to humans.
His appearance and his goal’s quick reveal seed abrupt, but I found it fine. Grandpa shared his story and goal knowing it wouldn’t harm his group.
The story could sway pure-hearted readers, and the goal was humanitarian, boosting Black Flash’s image. No need to hide it.
But he didn’t expect I’d plan to use this.
If he alone knew, it’d be fine. But Mo Xiaotian knew too, and he wasn’t good at secrets. If he let it slip about his grandparents, would Jiang Tianming’s group notice sothing odd? I was curious.
Lastly, most critically, the manga hadn’t updated! Normally, after an event, Manga Consciousness would ping. But it didn't, aning post-book world, there was more plot.
It could be other locations’ plots lagging, delaying the update.
But I had another theory: the Alpha Ability Academy mole.
The mole was still active, and unlike Endless Ability Academy, we wouldn’t stay here long. Once our exchange ended, the mole’s plotline would be useless. I bet the author would use it fully.
When was the mole planted? If for Elvis, after his enrollnt. If for other goals, before.
If pre-enrollnt, what was Black Flash’s aim at Alpha Ability Academy?
Most possibilities suggested Alpha’s plot wasn’t over. I had to be cautious.
During class, I noticed the teachers’ grim faces, rushing off after classes, likely searching for the mole.
With such a focused search in a small scope, the mole couldn’t hide long. Any move would be within days.
I sighed, closing my eyes to rest. One week left—hopefully, it wouldn’t involve .
As predicted, within a day, the mole revealed himself. He had to—his identity was shaky after the incident, and Alpha Ability Academy’s thorough check left him no ti.
Shockingly, it was the Control Track Class A teacher!
All Control Track students were controlled, like frenzied zombies, attacking others mindlessly.
With many Control Track students, they soon spread across the school. Their student status ant others couldn’t kill them outright, limiting them to retreating while fighting.
Most teachers were inexplicably gone, leaving few. But against students, teachers were as limited as the rest, unable to act decisively.
I got the news when Control Track students stord our classroom, using Abilities on the unprepared, turning many into puppets.
Though unable to use their own Abilities, they could use martial arts and the mole’s control power, infecting others like zombies.
I was in Special Track Class A. Having visited Control Track Class A, I recognized so, and with Jiang Tianming there, I quickly realized Control Track was the issue.
After many adventures, I reacted fast.
No teacher, the class monitor long gone, the door bursting open with unfamiliar students—I knew sothing was wrong.
I used an Invisibility Charm and jumped out the window, luckily avoiding control. Elvis, reacting just as quickly, was right behind .
Thank the back-row window seats—perfect for escapes.
On the ground, Elvis noticed I’d vanished. We’d jumped one after another—my speed shouldn’t have let disappear so fast.
While he was puzzled, I slapped a charm into his hand. He grabbed it instinctively, tensing: "Who?"
". Tear it for ten minutes of invisibility. Find a safe spot, and don’t forget to pay later," I whispered. Invisibility didn’t hide my voice—if heard, I’d be done.
Recognizing my voice, Elvis relaxed: "Where’d you get this?"
"School’s Point System shop," I replied, teasing, "You’re not short on cash, right? This is worth a fortune."
At Endless Ability Academy, points worked, but Elvis, from Alpha, had to pay cash. My refined charms were pricey.
"Hmph, you think I’m broke?" Elvis scoffed, pulling out his phone to flex. "How much? I’ll transfer it now."
I wouldn’t waste ti on it now. As I was about to speak, I sensed sothing and looked up. So did Elvis.
A massive translucent screen appeared, its starry background like an arena in space. Inside were Alpha’s teachers, including the white-bearded principal and ng Huai, with a stranger in a teacher’s uniform.
The man had blond hair, red eyes, and an eerily handso look, a red rose pinned to his chest—a clear fan-favorite villain. I could imagine his manga debut sparking fans.
I guessed ng Huai was collateral, not ant to be involved.
The screen drew all attention, causing more to be “infected” as puppets.
"He’s probably the mole," I said suddenly.
Elvis, the principal’s kin and book world survivor, knew of the mole. He asked, puzzled: "But there’s no teacher like that here."
He quickly realized his question’s folly—disguises were common in the Ability world. The teacher’s uniform was proof enough.
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