She made a fair point. It was perfectly alright for her to turn down. What had I expected her to do? To Ysor, I had a Mundane rank Class, and as far as she was concerned, that made a Mundane person. Nothing special.
’How did I even expect her to run away with ...’
My legs were heavy to lift, as though the fatigue had only just decided to settle into my body. Actually, it had. I was just tired all over again.
I thought about it all as I walked ho. All my potential, all my hopes leaned on my Class. No one knew what it actually did, after all. But the description was clear enough: I can gain other people’s Classes when I kill them.
’And they have to be of a higher rank.’
Which ant if I killed an Awakened Novice, I was going to have a Novice rank Class too, equipped as a Sub Class. The only disturbing clause was the thod. I had to kill.
’Isn’t it better to kill an Adept or a Master if I want to get a Sub Class...’
A scoff escaped my lips a second later. Killing a Master. I considered myself an ambitious person, but sotis delusion never failed to mask itself as ambition. The gap between a Mundane and a Master wasn’t sothing ambition could cover. That was just a colorful way to commit suicide.
I sighed and hastened my pace. I had to crawl through the barricade and arrange the trash barrels back into position to cover the groove in the floor. Then I made my way back ho.
As I was about to push through the reinforced tal door, it suddenly gave way on its own. Creaked inward without resistance. I stopped.
Usually, it would take a serious push for to open that door. The fact that it swung open this easily could only an one thing.
’Soone broke into my place?’
They had to have hit the door so hard it nearly tore off its hinges. And this was a tal door, two inches thick. That kind of force could easily have been wielded by a Defined.
’But why?’
Perhaps the governnt had decided it was better to kill than dispose of through proper channels. That had to be a thod of disposal after all. Maybe I was the one who’d been naive for thinking they’d do it ethically.
’Still, they’re quite reckless... how do they plan to explain my death to the Great Factions?’
But this was not the ti to think about that. Not tonight. I stepped away from the door, my eyes tracing the damage.
The center of the tal was caved inward, squeezed by sothing that had struck it with battering force.
’Yea... gotta run.’
As I stepped back, casting one last look at the place with sothing close to regret, soone leaned over the balcony above and shouted.
"Desmy! He’s here! He’s downstairs!!"
I frowned the mont I heard him. First of all, this bastard was no governnt official. He was my classmate from the academy, and I was quite familiar with him actually. And Desmy, whom he was calling for, that was the guy who’d almost received a punch from earlier.
’That bastard... he...’
A blur cut across the night sky and landed in front of . The ground dented under the impact. Desmond, lithe and black-haired, a full head taller than , slowly straightened from his crouch. His eyes released a subtle glow of red as he stared at , a cocky grin splitting his face.
"Son of a traitor, how have you been?" He leaned on one leg and folded his arms. "I’m here to return the humiliation you gave earlier today. Turns out I awakened, unlike your girlfriend." He laughed, loud and easy, like this was the funniest thing he’d heard all week.
His friend jumped down after him, laughing along.
anwhile, I stared at him blankly.
"What’s funny, Desmond?"
He looked at ... and laughed again.
"What’s not?" He glanced back at his friend and continued, mockery dripping from every word. "I an, she said it herself, she’ll co for once she becos an Undefined. Apparently, The Axiom takes idle words seriously. I would be satisfied if I could kill her, though. It’s sad and pitiful that I wouldn’t be able to." He laughed.
I lunged at him. He sidestepped easily, almost lazily, and shoved my shoulder. My balance vanished and I hit the ground like a sack of wet sand.
He and his friend laughed, looking down at with that condescension. Then Desmond crouched beside and spoke coldly.
"When I awakened after you pulled that nonsense, I thought to myself, I’m a Defined now. The world, this world, now revolves around ... while it did around you before, because of the expectations people had on you, you failed them. And now nobody cares about you. But you still continue to be an asshole, acting like you’re shit. You’re a fat boy. Fat boy should stay in the bully’s locker, you boneheaded piece of at. Even after awakening as a lowly Mundane, you still had the guts to act like you are shit."
My shoulders trembled. He stopped talking and narrowed his eyes at . In the silence that followed, the sound of my laughter reached his ears.
He frowned darkly. "You must have a death wish. What’s funny, you fat hog."
"It’s just weird, really..." I laughed again, sitting up and brushing dirt off my sleeve. "I an, boneheaded? Aren’t we all boneheaded? You didn’t pay attention in biology class. The entire body is made of bone. Next ti you could try ’head full of vomit,’ or ’poopheaded.’ Goodness, imagine if a person’s head was actually molded by poop." I scrunched my face. "Eew, kind of disgusting, don’t you think?"
I looked up at him with a smile and extended my hand.
"Here, help up."
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