The Author's POV

Squeek—! Squeek—!

"Hold still."

Squeezing the syringe in his hands a couple of times, only till a clear liquid dropped from the body of the needle did Joseph let out a satisfied smile.

Licking his lips, he walked up to a burned body that was laying down on a rectangular metal plate; the man's hands and feet were bound by metallic latches.

Rolling his chair forward and arriving before the burned body, Joseph proceeded to put some gloves on.

Plack—! Plack—!

Glancing at the man laying down on the table, Joseph started to speak.

"I know that this is only our twelfth dosage of many, but trust me, what I'm doing is for your best."

Grabbing onto the man's shoulder which was filled with blisters, Joseph leaned his body closer and brought the syringe next to it.

"A perfect soldier is one that can perfectly blend with the world we are currently living in. One that can understand the human heart, yet at the same time, not have one. One that can watch the whole world burn before them, yet feel nothing from it."

Pressing his fingers on the man's arm, Joseph looked up.

"This might hurt a bit."

Squeek—!

He squeezed the tip of the syringe, and the liquid and 876's body started to spasm uncontrollably.

A rattling sound came out as a result of the latches binding 876, moving up and down. Taking the syringe out of 876's body, Joseph turned around.

"Don't hate me too much, 876. All I'm doing is breaking you so that one day you don't break."

***

"Uahgh!"

My eyes opened abruptly and my body shot up.

Lowering my head and staring at my bedsheets which were drenched in sweat, I forcefully opened and closed my eyes.

"Haa...Haaa...what was that?"

Clenching my teeth, I leaned back on the bed.

'Shit, just when I thought they had stopped...'

The nightmares about my time at the Monolith.

There used to be a time when I had nightmares every day. As time passed, the nightmares had become a lot less frequent.

Especially in Issanor.

Ever since I reunited with the others, I had thought that the nightmares had stopped.

The last time I had gotten a nightmare regarding my time at the Monolith was about half a year ago.

Just when I thought I had overcome my inner demons, the nightmare suddenly came again.

'Was it because of what the professor said yesterday?'

It could be.

Having him remind me of the incident and his talk about inner demons may have reignited the memories that I tried so hard to forget.

"Haaaa..."

Covering my face with the palm of my head, I let out a long breath.

Feeling the warm breath on my hand, I slowly got out of bed.

"What time is it?"

Taking my phone from the side of the bed, I looked at the time.

[Tuesday, 4 : 31 A.M.]

"It's still quite early."

phone, I

of the information you know about Thomas D. Shurle, a professor staying in the academy. Don't care about the funds, or

the situation

what happened yesterday really a coincidence? I wasn't

my phone back, I closed and opened

'I should train.'

was no longer sleepy, sitting down crossed-legged on the ground, I closed my eyes and started to sense the psyons

though I was extremely strong amongst those my age, I was a far cry from those

no time for me to think about the

I had to do was train, train,

"Haaa..."

sensed

the pill that I had taken back in Issanor, my perception of psyons drastically increased. If I had to make a guess, my perception was probably around the same as

"Huuuuu...."

my diaphragm moved up and the particles in

long, only green particles started to roam around my

"Hm?"

my

look, there weren't only green particles roaming around

a couple of yellow-colored ones

'Light psyons.'

up a little. That was because their presence only meant one

was close to understanding the fifth and final movement

***

8:30 A.M.

shone brightly from the sky, enveloping the section

at the grounds, the place was already packed with

glasses up, he calmly walked toward the middle of the grounds. Along the

like everyone

the chatter instantly

surprised to see this, however, now that I thought about it, although the professor may not

'Let's observe for now.'

my watch, my brows

I received a message from Smallsnake. In his

: Thomas

Age : 48

: Wife

.

till now. Unable to breakthrough to rank. He is a professional in mana and psyons control, and hence why he was selected by the Lock as a

---Read more---

'Everything checks out...'

my eyes away from my watch, I gazed in the direction of the professor who was currently displaying to

off by diverging the mana in the air and call out for the preferred psyons. Once you have managed

him from where I was, he didn't look

about him,

I couldn't really explain.

it really

have demonstrated how

Thomas's voice

the area around him, he

here to start practicing. Space yourselves out, and

around, he looked at me. This time, I felt nothing as I stared him in the

the other students. Help them if they have any

"Understood."

glanced at the students who had taken out their weapons and had started channeling

hues started to appear on the bodies of the students. Some were brighter than the others, but generally, most were about equal in

around me, secretly, I channeled

particular reason for this, but it was a habit I had developed back when I was in the forests. Just so that I would be

weapon you have

gaze couldn't help

"Thank you."

on her face. Taking a closer look at her, I couldn't help but

the

files of each individual in the class, and from there, I

her choice of weapon was quite

I pointed at her weapons which were glowing in a

individual psyons in

"Yes ."