I considered it a bit, but there really was no point in lying.
’They’ll eventually find out anyway.’
After all, there was no way I could mimic the previous owner’s gift. I decided to co clean, well, not completely clean.
"Oh, about that. I’ve been aning to tell you for a while now. Ever since I woke up, I’ve been having trouble rembering the past. Even stranger, my current gift isn’t even windblade."
The man nodded slowly at that, as though confirming his suspicion.
"Well, you did hit your head pretty hard. So—"
"Wait, what?"
A look of realization dawned on the man’s face.
"Right, you don’t rember, do you? You fainted during the orientation, hit your head pretty hard during the fall."
That explained the atrocious headache I had earlier. For so reason, it had reduced. Not that I was complaining.
The man continued.
"You aren’t the only one, though. Another kid fainted as well, so noble brat. Don’t rember the na, though."
"Maki?"
He shook his head.
"Nope, not the Sato girl. I think you’ll find her soon enough, though. After all, she complained about the sa thing as you."
"She lost her mory as well?"
He gave a wry smile at that.
"No, her gift changed as well, to one of a much higher rank. The association has been calling it a second awakening of sorts."
That was definitely news to . I was pretty damn sure I hadn’t written anything even remotely close to a second awakening.
’Could it be another transmigrator?’
But she didn’t lose her mory.
’Weird.’
Things had started changing already. It certainly couldn’t be because of either. I just got here.
Micheal evaluated with a curious gleam in his eyes.
"What is your current potential?"
I hesitated before answering.
"It’s higher."
Micheal smirked at that.
"Well, I guess it’s fine if you don’t want to tell ."
And I wasn’t telling him for good reason too. Having absurd potential was well and good if you ca from a noble clan. If you didn’t, though, factions would start aggressively scouting for you like sharks slling blood.
’It would only complicate things.’
I said this because it was exactly the sa thing that happened to the protagonist.
Regardless, the man continued.
"You still have to retake the gift test. After all, we have to find out your gift again."
’Oh, right. Not much I can do about that, I guess.’
I nodded, rubbing where the skinwalker elbowed before asking,
"Do I have to do it right now?"
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Nothing of the sort. I think you’ve earned a proper rest, so you’re exempt from class tomorrow. You can go take the test when you resu."
"Thank you."
That was good. I needed so ti to get my thoughts in order. Hunter Micheal continued.
"Do you still feel sick, want to go back to the hospital?"
There was little use in going back there. No sort of dicine or sorcery would ever cure my illness, not if it was the manifestation of a burden.
"No, I don’t think there is a need for that. Can I just go straight to my dorm?"
The man dusted his hands as he stood up from his seat.
"That can be arranged," he said as he walked toward , only stopping when he was directly next to . I tried backing away, but there was only so far I could go while still seated.
"Do you need anything, sir?"
He smiled as he raised his hand.
"No. Just close your eyes."
I raised my hands.
"Wait. Let tell you soth—"
Sothing chopped the back of my neck, knocking out again.
"Uh..."
I rubbed my neck as I woke up, at the mory of the chop.
I was in a dim, windowless corridor this ti. The only light ca from a nearby stairwell and an elevator at one end of the corridor.
Using the nearby wall as support, I managed to stand up, still feeling sore from the fight earlier. At least my fever and nausea had reduced to mild levels. Though I still felt a general sense of weakness.
There was a door right next to , with what looked like a fingerprint scanner by the side.
’Did he drop at my dorm?’
I placed my thumb on the scanner to test it. There was a flash of green light before the door silently slid open. A dark room lay behind it.
’It works.’
I cautiously stepped into it, only to get flashbanged by all the lights turning on in response to my presence. I backed off, slamming into the door that had already silently closed behind .
"Ugh..."
I rubbed the tears from my eyes as they began adjusting to the brightness. A rather simple but spacious room lay before .
A sizable bed was stationed at the center, with a wardrobe and short cupboard placed at different sides of the bed. To the side wall was a simple reading table with a keyboard and a flat tallic disk on top. Next to the desk was the only window in the room, though it was completely dark at the mont. Finally, by the far wall, I could see another door, which I assud led to the toilet.
I tried looking around for a switch, but the walls were completely blank. That’s when I rembered sothing from my novel.
’Interface.’
A screen popped up in front of , though it was completely different from the status screen. It reminded of a phone ho screen more than anything else.
The background was an image of a dark-haired boy and an older girl dressed in ragged clothing standing in front of a tal wall with the numbers 007 written on it. They were both smiling.
’Is that boy this body?’
I felt a weird sense of guilt looking at the image, but I tamped it down. I couldn’t get sidetracked again.
’I’ll settle all this later.’
There was a search function to the side, which I tapped on. It popped up, putting a virtual keyboard in front of as well.
’It’s all in Hangul.’
Strangely enough, all the characters were of the Korean writing system, which I had obviously never learned, yet for so reason, I was able to understand it.
’Now that I think about it, they hadn’t been speaking English earlier as well.’
Nobody had actually spoken English earlier as well. It was more of a creole of Japanese, Korean, Russian, and English, yet my brain understood it easily.
’Eyes on the prize.’
I searched for Ho Control and tapped it the mont it popped up. Much to my relief, dimming the lights was one of the top options on it, which I happily obliged, putting an end to the atrocious lighting.
I was of the mind to search the room a bit before resting, but the thought vanished the mont I touched the bed. It was as though all the accumulated stress slamd into at once, and before I knew it, I found myself lying on the bed.
’Co to think of it, I never did change my shirt... Hmm...’
The darkness took like that, sprawled on the bed, wearing a police sweater draped over a blood-soaked hospital gown.
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