The next morning, when Zayne arrived at the school gate, many students instantly backed away from him in fear. Clearly everyone had heard about his madness the day before.
Zayne was perfectly fine with this. Frightening Francis was ant to frighten everyone else too.
The fewer people approached him, the easier it was to keep his immortality hidden.
Zayne.
Just as he was calmly waiting for the school to lead them to the beginner dungeon, soone called from behind.
Francis? Zayne turned his head and saw Francis running toward him.
A cold glint flashed through Zayne’s eyes. Had this spoiled brat not learned anything yesterday?
If Francis insisted on pestering him, Zayne did not mind arranging a small accident inside the dungeon later.
Zayne, you must not have eaten yet, right? I brought you breakfast. Francis offered a neatly packed lunchbox and a bottle of fresh milk like presenting treasure.
Trying to poison because you cannot beat ? Zayne eyed him suspiciously. He truly did not understand this guy’s intentions.
No, no, no, Zayne. I would never poison you. Francis hurried to prove his innocence. He opened the lunchbox, revealing a huge sandwich. He tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, then opened the milk and poured so straight in.
See, Zayne? No poison. Francis wiped his mouth.
Zayne accepted the lunchbox. The sandwich slled delicious. Under the top layer of bread was beef, looking perfectly normal.
But he still could not understand. Had Francis beco so kind of masochist? After being nearly blasted to death, he ca back enthusiastically?
Well, free breakfast was free breakfast. Zayne began eating in big bites.
As soone who had to sell organs just to afford the awakening fee, he was not about to reject free food.
Seeing Zayne accept the al, Francis bead with satisfaction.
His father once taught him that once you achieved the first breakthrough in a relationship, everything afterward progressed quickly.
It applied to won. It applied to n. It applied to everyone.
And it was true. Zayne was clearly simple minded. A few flattering gestures and soon he would have an SSS class bodyguard for free.
Zayne. I have been drifting through life for as long as I can rember. Your appearance was like a thunderbolt that woke up.
Francis spoke emotionally. Zayne swallowed a mouthful of sandwich and corrected him.
Not like a thunderbolt. There really was a thunderbolt. Just say what you want.
Francis fell silent.
Well, I want to acknowledge you as my boss.
You want as your boss? Zayne blinked. Was this guy truly a masochist? He tried to scare people away, yet sohow gained a follower?
Yes. Yesterday, after you beat , I reflected deeply. If I want to beco a better person, I must learn from a better example. Francis nodded seriously.
I see. Since you want to learn, then paying tuition is reasonable, right? Zayne rubbed his chin.
Of course. Boss, give the account number. Francis instantly pulled a card reader from his pocket.
302**********. Transfer five million dollars first. Zayne recited smoothly.
Alright... wait, hold on, did you say five million?! Francis froze. Even Ward Group did not throw money away that casually.
No money? Then forget it. Zayne gave him a strange look.
Francis felt that gaze was familiar. After thinking for a mont, he realized it.
It was the sa gaze he used when looking at poor people.
The heir of Ward Group, being looked at like a broke nobody. It was more humiliating than being scared into wetting himself.
You wait here. I will tell my dad to send the money.
Francis stord off to make the call. Once he was out of sight, Zayne turned and boarded the bus heading to the beginner dungeon. If he stayed near Francis any longer, he feared his IQ would drop.
The bus engine roared to life and they drove toward the dungeon entrance. Several long lines of students from other schools were already waiting. This was the only beginner friendly dungeon in Old Shipyard Port, and with the trial exams approaching, it was packed.
Nia and Zayne, the two SSS class awakeners, stood at the front of their school’s line. Nia’s expression was cold, eyes forward, clearly not wanting to acknowledge Zayne. Zayne also welcod the silence.
Far in the distance, Norton looked as delighted as a blooming chrysanthemum. He hung onto the other principals, refusing to let them slip away, while complaining proudly.
Ah, such trouble. I told them to keep a low profile and just awaken one SSS class. But these kids never listen. They went and awakened two. Can you believe that? So frustrating. Hahahahaha.
The faces of the other principals darkened like charred pots. They had seen people brag before, but never soone bragging so aggressively.
Why are you all silent? Are you born quiet? Norton asked cheerfully.
I am skilled in combat, not conversation. Farewell. The first principal strode off.
I left my gas on at ho. Goodbye. The second left with a black face.
The third silently turned and walked away.
Old fool. You had better awaken two SSS students again next year. The last one barked before leaving.
Next year? I retire next year. Norton grinned. The last principal stumbled in anger.
As the principals bickered, the line gradually moved forward. Soon it was Old Shipyard Port High’s turn to enter.
Nia glanced at Zayne coldly. You can still team with if you want.
She had resolved not to care about him, yet her conscience made her ask once more.
No thanks. Zayne stepped past her and walked into the dungeon.
Arrogant fool. If you want to die early, no one can stop you. Nia shook her head. In her eyes, Zayne was beyond saving.
Reviews
All reviews (0)