Shadow Slave

Everything having to do with Sleepers was situated in the same building. Sunny followed the instructions sent to his communicator and quickly found the dormitories, which were situated on one of the lowest levels. To his surprise, he actually got a whole room to himself.

It had a bed with a soft mattress, a table, a dresser, and even a separate bathroom! The materials were new and aesthetically pleasing, the air crisp and sterile. It was warm inside, and the outer wall was equipped with a hidden screen that seamlessly imitated a wide window, opening to a picturesque vista of a snowy park.

There were even several sets of clothes with the Academy emblem provided to him for free.

'How extravagant,' Sunny thought, a little stunned.

Rationally, he understood that such an arrangement was not really luxurious. However, to him, who grew up wandering the outskirts, this room was like a palace. He scratched his head.

'Looks like… I've made it?'

Sunny glanced around, then winked at his shadow and smiled.

"I guess we're moving up in the world, huh?"

The shadow didn't respond, apparently not very impressed. Perhaps it didn't care about such things.

'Right, what would a stupid shadow know?'

Sunny changed into new clothes and studied himself in the mirror. Then, remembering something, he summoned the runes.

He finally had time to study the Puppeteer's Shroud.

Memory: [Puppeteer's Shroud].

Memory Rank: Awakened.

Memory Type: Armor.

Memory Description: [A worm of doubt once found its way into a righteous king's heart. With time, the king was devoured from inside and became its puppet. A lifetime later, the Puppeteer Worm escaped from the king's dead body, leaving behind a cacoon of black silk. No one knows where it went; however, once people dared to approach the silent castle, they found the silk among the mountains of gnawed bones and fashioned it into an armor.]

made a sour

that terrifying. Yeah. I'm not creeped

a larva. If he were to assume that Mountain King was a mature Puppeteer Worm

not to think about

his body and wrapped it into a set of armor. It was made of dark-gray, soft fabric with

all. It also made no sound when he moved. Perfect equipment for someone who likes to

him a great advantage in dealing with all dormant monsters. He

of doubt… does it

he was sure of

wouldn't expect anything less from the Memory of a powerful

that the Puppeteer's Shroud was obviously not meant to be worn on top of a

thought, recalling all the rewards he had received

as lavish as the dormitory. Sunny's wish to taste real meat finally came true: not only was it freely available to Sleepers, there wasn't even a limit to

steering clear

empty seat and, for a while, forgot about the world's existence. As juicy,

he could have lived like that for a whole

didn't you infect me a few

more than a little gorged, Sunny longingly looked back and thought about getting another serving. But it was

regret, he stood

he found himself in a small office, sitting across from an administrative worker. The worker was very friendly, and

Sunny was offered psychological counseling again. Remembering her advice, he refused, and

want to give up information about his abilities, but also knew that he had to tell the worker something. Luckily, the questions were worded in a way to put Sleepers at ease. As such, most of them started

you mind telling me about the type of Aspect Ability you received, as in combat,

did mind, but

sure. I haven't had time

alright. Are you able to

wasn't even able to harm a

went on like that. In the end, Sunny shared just enough information to create an impression that his Aspect was weak, harmless and most likely having something to do

to his room, undressed,

be weird, but in fact, it was surprisingly easy. Lying on a soft mattress, with his skin against