Uhh... How had it even co to this?
Let back up a bit. Here’s how it all started.
The night I first used my future sight skill, I found out about the dungeon that contained the teleportation skill.
The very next morning, I went straight to Allen and laid everything out.
I told him the dungeon was located next to an abandoned hospital called HA Healthcare and instructed him to track it down and book it for two full weeks.
This ti around, Allen didn’t press with questions the way he had before.
That was probably because I’d casually ntioned at the end of our conversation that I’d stumbled across the information while scrolling through social dia.
It took him about twenty-four hours to locate the dungeon. When he ca back with his findings though, he also brought so bad news. The dungeon couldn’t be booked. It had been classified as a special rank dungeon.
So what exactly did that an?
Special rank dungeons were dungeons that had never been cleared. Not a single ti. On top of that, their kill count had to exceed ten thousand. In other words, more than ten thousand people had gone in and never co back out alive.
The mont I heard that, I nearly abandoned the whole plan. I seriously considered dropping it entirely.
But a few hours later, an idea crept into my mind. It was so absurd that I could barely believe I’d co up with it.
Even so, I slowly and painfully convinced myself that it could work. I still don’t know how I managed that.
Maybe it was because I couldn’t get the teleportation skill out of my head.
The thought of it consud . I wanted it badly.
So even after learning just how deadly a special rank dungeon was, I told Allen to book it regardless. Illegally, if that’s what it took.
Under normal circumstances, special rank dungeons couldn’t be reserved by anyone.
But as Allen himself had once put it, legal and illegal were just words when you had money.
Once you were rich enough, everything beca legal.
When I told Allen I still wanted him to book the dungeon, he looked skeptical.
He was clearly worried about . But sohow, I managed to convince him by explaining my absolutely ridiculous plan.
I’m still not sure why, but when I laid it all out for him, his expression shifted ever so slightly.
He almost looked pleased. Maybe even a little happy?
I couldn’t say for certain. His face remained mostly the sa as always.
Completely unreadable.
Five hours later, Allen ca back with news.
The dungeon had been officially booked.
There was one condition though. On the day I planned to enter, I would first need to et with mbers of the HIST agency at the Hunter Association’s main branch, located here in the A rank state.
Both associations kept a main branch in every state throughout Ambrosia.
The eting would just be for paperwork and signing a few docunts, so I agreed without much pushback. The main branch wasn’t far from the Frostburne mansion either. About thirty minutes by car at most.
A full week passed after that. In total, it had been eleven days since I’d used my Seer’s Eye skill and discovered the dungeon.
I spent every mont of that ti training. Pushing myself as hard as I could. All of it in preparation for the plan I’d co up with.
Today marked the twelfth day. The 17th of February.
Yesterday, when I’d told Allen I planned to enter the dungeon today, he’d imdiately set up a eting with the HIST agency mbers.
I’d also asked him to buy so new shirts and pants while he was at it. I was getting tired of wearing black all the ti.
That’s when Allen had told he’d give one of his favorite shirts instead.
I’d hesitated at first. I wasn’t really comfortable wearing soone else’s clothes.
But for so reason, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. I still don’t know why.
The second I’d opened my mouth to turn him down, sothing tightened in my chest.
It felt like I was rejecting soone I actually cared about.
Maybe it was the original body influencing . Or maybe it really was just .
Ever since Michael’s mories had settled into my mind, I’d found it harder to refuse things he would have normally accepted.
A few days ago, I’d even caught myself seriously considering drinking alcohol.
I wasn’t too concerned about it.
When I’d asked the system, it explained that the impulses were normal.
If I wanted to suppress them, I just needed to reach Iron rank.
To eliminate them entirely, I’d need to push all the way to Gold rank.
So I’d accepted the shirt from Allen. It was white. Simple. Clean.
And now I was tearing my room apart looking for it.
Where is it? Where the hell did I put it?
I could’ve sworn I’d folded it neatly and placed it back in the wardrobe.
After several more minutes of rummaging through the closet, I finally gave up. I dropped onto the edge of the bed and took in the scene around . My room looked like a disaster zone. Clothes were scattered across every surface.
Had I actually forgotten to put it back?
Fuck... At this rate, I was going to end up late for the eting.
I quickly glanced down at my watch to check the ti.
***
Na: Michael Frostburne
Total Rules Broken: 0
Ti: 9:10 AM
Date: 17th February
Year: 2130
***
Shit. I was already late.
The eting had been scheduled for 9:30 AM. About ten minutes ago, Allen had knocked on my door. I’d told him to wait by the car, that I’d be down in just a mont.
But the reality was that I’d spent the last twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing productive except tearing my room apart looking for that one shirt.
"Haa..."
I let out a long, frustrated sigh.
I was in serious trouble now.
I dropped back onto my bed, still wearing nothing but my black pants. My shirt situation remained unresolved, and ti was slipping away fast.
What the hell was I supposed to do at this point?
I turned my head slowly to the left, staring blankly at the ss around .
I was going to have to just give up and... wait.
Sothing caught my attention.
Huh?
There was a hint of white fabric barely visible beneath a chaotic pile of black clothes that had ended up on my bed.
I sat up imdiately, hope sparking back to life.
Is that what I think it is?
I started digging through the pile as fast as my hands would allow. After a few frantic monts, I finally managed to yank it free from the tangle of fabric.
It was a white shirt.
The instant I laid eyes on it, I nearly jumped off the bed in sheer relief.
Yes. I found it. I actually found Allen’s shirt.
It was the exact sa white shirt he’d given the day before.
The wave of relief that washed over in that mont felt almost as good as ranking up. Maybe even better. That’s how overwhelming it was.
Allen wasn’t going to be furious with after all.
But just as I started to settle into that relief, reality hit square in the face once again.
Oh, right. The eting. I was supposed to be there in twenty minutes.
I threw the white shirt on as quickly as humanly possible, barely bothering to check if it was straight, and then bolted straight out of the room without looking back.
I sprinted down the long mansion hallway at full speed, weaving past startled maids as I went.
I managed to slow down just long enough to call out to a few of them and ask them to clean up my room while I was gone.
The place was a complete disaster zone right now, clothes scattered across every available surface.
There was absolutely no way I wanted to co back after spending an exhausting day inside a dungeon only to collapse into that garbage of a ss.
Not happening.
After a few more minutes of running, I finally made it to the main entrance and stepped outside.
The mont I did, bright sunlight hit directly in the face. The glare was so strong I nearly had to close my eyes. I squinted hard and blinked a few tis until my vision adjusted.
Once I could see again, I spotted Allen standing beside a sleek, luxurious car parked near the fountain.
I walked over quickly.
When I reached him, he spoke first. "Young master, you are late."
I scratched the back of my head. "Sorry, Allen. I overslept a bit."
He looked at with an expression that made it clear he didn’t buy that for a second. "As you say, young master. For now, please get in the car."
I gave a quick nod. "Yeah, yeah."
I climbed into the backseat without saying anything else. Allen followed and got in right after .
That’s when I noticed sothing strange.
He was sitting beside in the back.
Normally, Allen always sat in the front seat. Every single ti. But today, for whatever reason, he’d decided to sit next to instead.
Fuck...
I cursed quietly in my head.
This was going to be awkward as hell.
The car lifted off the ground smoothly, just like it always did, and began gliding through the air.
The next ten minutes felt like so of the longest I’d experienced since arriving in this world.
I felt genuinely uncomfortable the entire ti, and it wasn’t even because Allen was looking at . He wasn’t. He was just sitting there reading that sa book he’d been absorbed in for days now.
But that was the exact problem.
Because for the first ti since I’d gotten here, I’d managed to get a clear look at the title of the book he’d been reading all this ti.
And honestly, I wished I hadn’t.
If I’d never seen it, I probably wouldn’t be feeling this uneasy right now.
The title of the book was...
A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.
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