They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 650: Where The Hell is She?

A minute passed. Then another. Finally, the girl ca back out, looking weird.

"No one is in there," she said quietly.

The words hit him like a slap. His blood ran cold.

"What?" Darius asked again, this ti almost whispering.

"Maybe she le—" the girl started to say, but Darius was already gone.

He broke into a run, legs pounding the floor as he commanded his phone, "Call Carl! Call Carl now!"

The line rang once, twice, no answer. He cursed under his breath and kept running, panic clawing at his chest. If Linda’s not there... then where the hell is she?

He did not stop until the roaring noise of the Year Six Arena filled his ears, louder, wilder, and far too close to chaos.

No one picked up after the second call, making Darius quicken his pace. He burst into the arena like a man possessed, but no one noticed, the crowd’s attention was glued to the chaos unfolding on stage.

Racing up the VIP wing, he shoved past several spectators, brushing shoulders and earning irritated rebukes.

"Hey! Watch it!" soone yelled, but Darius didn’t stop.

"Carl!" he shouted as soon as he spotted him.

Carl turned at the familiar voice, his usually calm face pale from what he had been watching for the past ten minutes.

"Darius?" he called back, confused.

"Linda’s gone," Darius blurted, out of breath. "I don’t know what happened or how, but she just disappeared from—I’m sorry."

Arthur turned sharply from the stage, his expression hardening. His cold stare said everything: We shouldn’t have trusted you with this.

Carl, however, wasn’t focused on bla, his instincts were already connecting dots. Could Linda’s disappearance be linked to the brutal fight raging below between George and Nnenna?

He didn’t waste a second. Pulling out his communicator, he barked into it with controlled urgency.

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"Squad 7, this is Commander Carl. Priority Alpha search protocol. We have a missing student, female, white, age 22, Linda of Year Six. I’m sending you a profile picture now. Last seen entering the east convenience sector thirty two minutes ago, no confird exit.

Sweep all corridors, maintenance shafts, and blind zones within a four hundred ter radius. Thermal and motion scans authorized.

Report every thirty seconds, radio silence is not permitted.

Do not cause panic among the students. If visual contact is made, do not engage alone. Mark the location and call for backup imdiately.

Move fast and stay sharp. Soone out there knows what happened, and we’re going to find out who."

As Carl finished giving the first command, Arthur seed lost in thought. Then, without a word, he stood and began walking out.

Both Carl and Darius exchanged quick glances, surprised but saying nothing, before following him. They wanted answers just as much as he did, and if Linda was pulling sothing again, they intended to find out.

Arthur’s steps were steady but sharp, his eyes fixed on the stage below. Linda disguised as George was still fighting with the help of the voice. When Arthur reached a certain spot on the stairs, he stopped, his gaze narrowing. Sothing wasn’t right.

Carl, noticing the shift in his deanor, activated his comm again. His tone remained gentle but with a touch of firmness this ti, more official.

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"Squad 3, Commander Carl speaking. Initiate Tango Risk Protocol.

Possible infiltration alert, cross check for any signs of terrorist activity within academy grounds.

Focus on newly arrived personnel, maintenance staff, and unregistered drones or surveillance feeds. Sweep access tunnels, control rooms, and periter entry points.

Repeat, this is a precautionary operation. No confirmation yet, but stay combat ready. Maintain discretion; students are not to be alerted unless necessary.

Confirm visual integrity of all current year six arena participants, including security staff. I want a full environntal scan in five minutes."

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"Wait, terrorist activity? Why?" Darius asked, catching up beside him.

Carl exhaled, his voice low but firm.

"Because the last ti we dropped our guard during an exam, Nnenna, Arthur and Somto were kidnapped. That attack was planned months in advance, and the enemy moved in slow, disguised, embedded, patient. We’re not making that mistake again. Not while I’m still here."

The weight of his words hit hard, silencing Darius for a mont.

Then Arthur, still watching the stage, suddenly spoke.

"Tell them to search for George as well."

Carl blinked. "What?" He thought he hadn’t heard correctly.

"Tell them to search for George as well." Arthur repeated, voice colder now.

Darius frowned. "George’s right there, Arthur."

But Arthur’s gaze just darkened even further. "That’s not George."

The words hung heavy in the air, sharp enough to slice through the noise of the crowd. Carl didn’t waste ti questioning further. He was already moving, his comm active again.

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"Squad 3, update to current directive. Add a secondary target to your sweep, student George, white, male, age 23, Year Six.

Last confird presence, the underground preparation area, year six arena. Priority search zones: the year six arena, dormitory blocks, training halls, dical bay, transport corridors, locker rooms, staff access tunnels, and any restricted holding or storage areas.

Review surveillance feeds and access logs for movents within the last two hours.

Use thermal, motion, and swipe record crosschecks. Two man teams per sector.

Report directly once he’s found."

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Once Carl ended the call, he looked toward the stage, his eyes narrowing as he tried to spot any difference between the fighter up there and the George he knew. But from this distance, the details blurred into motion, every strike, every dodge, every burst of energy looked identical to George’s style.

Arthur must have noticed sothing subtle... sothing in his fighting pattern, Carl reasoned silently. Then, like a cold wave, the realization hit him.

"If that’s not George," he muttered under his breath, voice tight with disbelief, "then who is it?"

Darius’s expression hardened, the sa uneasy thought forming. "And why does he seem to have it out for Nnenna?" he added, voice low but strained.