Chapter 247: 58.1 - Crossing Hearts
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Chapter 247 58.1 - Crossing Hearts
People tend to get comfortable when things start turning into monotonous ones. It is called comfort zone, and it is one of the traits we humans have developed over the course of evolution.
Whenever we find something or somewhere safe, we would stick to it to survive. But as the time passed, this type of evolution became something different.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
It became a trait symbolizing laziness. After all, the more you get comfortable, the more you will get stagnant.
And being stagnant means being content with yourself.
And this is not something I can ever accept.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Standing in front of the training dummy, different kinds of thoughts passed through my head.
"Huff....."
Sweat was pouring from my face. It was the usual routine for me at this point. I woke up after sleeping for around three and a half hours and then started to train instantly.
"This should be enough for now."
I mumbled, reaching out the towel utilizing the formula I had been working on.
「Telekinesis」
It was the name, though the definition itself is a lot more complex. First-ranked magic spell that enables the user to control the forces by creating fields.
As I left the training room, the chill of the winter night embraced me, and the darkness loomed overhead.
The academy's corridors were quiet, the only sound echoing being the soft tap of my footsteps against the cold tiles.
"Huff...."
'It had been a while, had it?'
It was exceptionally cold this time, contrary to last year. However, it was doubtful that I could even remember it correctly. Sometimes I wondered, was my memory even right?
'Whatever.'
Then, I decided that thinking like this was pointless.
I walked briskly through the empty roads, my breath visible in the frigid air.
The dimly lit pathways and the occasional gusts of wind rattling the windows – it was a stark contrast to the bustling activity during the day.
As I ventured outside, the silence of the night was broken by distant sounds.
THUD! GIGGLE!
lightsnοvεl Intrigued, I followed the noises, my steps muffled on the snow-covered ground. As I approached, I could discern hushed voices and occasional laughter.
Peering around the corner, I saw a group of students gathered in an open area.
'Hmm?'
They seemed engrossed in a clandestine activity. Curiosity getting the better of me, I silently moved closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.
It was unusual for any students to even be awake at this hour of time. Unless people are training maniacs like me, their motives would be shady.
That was my own analysis, though, as nothing was certain.
"I didn't do anything like that....Please...Why don't you believe me?"
However, as I had concealed my presence utilizing my trait [Shadowborne], I finally crossed enough distance to be able to hear everything I needed to know.
"Sob....Please....Sob...."
"Heh, look at this little thwart."
As I witnessed the disturbing scene unfolding before me, my brain looked for any information for the people in front.
The girls, with a malicious glint in their eyes, circled around another student, their laughter echoing in the cold night air.
SLAP!
"I hate bitches like you the most! Do you know Ken dumped me because of you? He said she no longer liked me, and when I asked him if he had someone in his mind, he looked at you."
The accusations and physical blows rained down on Mia, who was trapped in a nightmarish cycle of humiliation. The girls, fueled by a toxic blend of resentment and power, reveled in their role as tormentors.
"You are always getting on my nerves. Were you seducing guys with this hair? They call this silky?" one of the girls mocked, grabbing a handful of Mia's hair with malicious intent.
People tended to ignore this fact because of the general conception of male aggressiveness. However, the reality of the female world is a lot more cruel than you would ever expect.
A woman's grudge and methods to undermine others are not just limited to physical aspects. They not only destroy their enemy in physical form but also in social form.
They destroy the target's reputation with gossip and use mental tormenting methods to torture.
And this was the perfect example of this case.
The viciousness of the assault seemed boundless, an unrestrained manifestation of the darker facets of human nature.
As the vile spectacle unfolded, Emma, the orchestrator of this twisted drama, called forth another girl into the malevolent spotlight.
'Hmm?'
The timid figure with glasses and visible bruises on her body stumbled forward, casting furtive glances at the tormentors who had summoned her. It looked like she was another victim of a
"Look who we've got here! Our dear Mia's not as innocent as she pretends," Emma declared with a triumphant smirk. "This one here," she gestured toward the bruised girl, "is the result of Mia's little outburst when they were alone. Turns out our precious Mia has a darker side."
The revelation injected a different shade of complexity into the situation. Mia, the seemingly helpless victim, had a side that contributed to the cycle of violence.
After all, there was no need to doubt that the girl named Emma was lying since she had no reason to do so.
The bruises on the timid girl testified to a narrative of reciprocal harm, blurring the lines between perpetrator and victim.
"Now, Melanie, it's time to show Mia what she deserves," Emma goaded, addressing the timid girl with the bruises. "Don't let her get away with it. Give her a taste of her own medicine."
Melanie hesitated, torn between the fear instilled by her tormentors and a glimmer of reluctance. The pressure to conform to the cycle of violence weighed heavily on her fragile shoulders.
"Come on, Melanie! Don't let her off easy. Show her we won't tolerate her crap!" Emma's encouragement, laced with cruelty, pushed Melanie to the brink. With a hesitant resolve, she raised her hand, her palm trembling.
SLAP!
The sound echoed through the desolate night, mingling with the cold wind that whispered through the empty streets.
"How does it feel?" Emma taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. The air seemed to thicken with tension as Melanie, caught in the web of coercion, gazed at Mia with conflicted emotions.
Melanie's initial reluctance morphed into a grim determination. The smile that spread across her face, while unsettling, mirrored the twisted satisfaction Emma and the others derived from this macabre display.
On the cold winter night, under the indifferent gaze of the stars, Melanie raised her hand once again. The second and then third slaps landed with a resounding crack, the sound reverberating through the silent darkness.
SLAP!
Mia's anguish was palpable, and the cycle of violence continued unabated. Each blow inflicted seemed to further erode any semblance of humanity in this cruel tableau.
"Keep going, Melanie! Make her pay for what she did to you," Emma goaded, reveling in the power dynamics she orchestrated. Melanie, now fully succumbing to the dark currents around her, unleashed a barrage of slaps.
The once timid girl, now consumed by the perverse satisfaction of power, delivered each blow with a disturbing sense of satisfaction.
'Bully-turned-bully behavior.'
It was a typical case and a behavior that contributed to the problem itself. The cold wind carried the sounds of violence and sadistic laughter, creating an eerie symphony under the starlit sky.
Despite my detached demeanor, a subtle urge to intervene flickered within me. It was an instinct, perhaps a trace of normality, trying to resist the apathy that usually governed my actions. However, my rational mind swiftly overruled this impulse.
'No. It is pointless.'
This was humanity's own nature, and I was no saint. Intervening offered no tangible benefits.
'But....'
However, at that moment, from the corner of my eyes, something appeared in my vision from very far away.
'I guess this is the hero's job.'
It was the perfect tailored job for our hero, after all.
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Chapter 247 58.1 - Crossing Hearts
People tend to get comfortable when things start turning into monotonous ones. It is called comfort zone, and it is one of the traits we humans have developed over the course of evolution.
Whenever we find something or somewhere safe, we would stick to it to survive. But as the time passed, this type of evolution became something different.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
It became a trait symbolizing laziness. After all, the more you get comfortable, the more you will get stagnant.
And being stagnant means being content with yourself.
And this is not something I can ever accept.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Standing in front of the training dummy, different kinds of thoughts passed through my head.
"Huff....."
Sweat was pouring from my face. It was the usual routine for me at this point. I woke up after sleeping for around three and a half hours and then started to train instantly.
"This should be enough for now."
I mumbled, reaching out the towel utilizing the formula I had been working on.
「Telekinesis」
It was the name, though the definition itself is a lot more complex. First-ranked magic spell that enables the user to control the forces by creating fields.
As I left the training room, the chill of the winter night embraced me, and the darkness loomed overhead.
The academy's corridors were quiet, the only sound echoing being the soft tap of my footsteps against the cold tiles.
"Huff...."
'It had been a while, had it?'
It was exceptionally cold this time, contrary to last year. However, it was doubtful that I could even remember it correctly. Sometimes I wondered, was my memory even right?
'Whatever.'
Then, I decided that thinking like this was pointless.
I walked briskly through the empty roads, my breath visible in the frigid air.
The dimly lit pathways and the occasional gusts of wind rattling the windows – it was a stark contrast to the bustling activity during the day.
As I ventured outside, the silence of the night was broken by distant sounds.
THUD! GIGGLE!
lightsnοvεl Intrigued, I followed the noises, my steps muffled on the snow-covered ground. As I approached, I could discern hushed voices and occasional laughter.
Peering around the corner, I saw a group of students gathered in an open area.
'Hmm?'
They seemed engrossed in a clandestine activity. Curiosity getting the better of me, I silently moved closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.
It was unusual for any students to even be awake at this hour of time. Unless people are training maniacs like me, their motives would be shady.
That was my own analysis, though, as nothing was certain.
"I didn't do anything like that....Please...Why don't you believe me?"
However, as I had concealed my presence utilizing my trait [Shadowborne], I finally crossed enough distance to be able to hear everything I needed to know.
"Sob....Please....Sob...."
"Heh, look at this little thwart."
As I witnessed the disturbing scene unfolding before me, my brain looked for any information for the people in front.
The girls, with a malicious glint in their eyes, circled around another student, their laughter echoing in the cold night air.
SLAP!
"I hate bitches like you the most! Do you know Ken dumped me because of you? He said she no longer liked me, and when I asked him if he had someone in his mind, he looked at you."
The accusations and physical blows rained down on Mia, who was trapped in a nightmarish cycle of humiliation. The girls, fueled by a toxic blend of resentment and power, reveled in their role as tormentors.
"You are always getting on my nerves. Were you seducing guys with this hair? They call this silky?" one of the girls mocked, grabbing a handful of Mia's hair with malicious intent.
People tended to ignore this fact because of the general conception of male aggressiveness. However, the reality of the female world is a lot more cruel than you would ever expect.
A woman's grudge and methods to undermine others are not just limited to physical aspects. They not only destroy their enemy in physical form but also in social form.
They destroy the target's reputation with gossip and use mental tormenting methods to torture.
And this was the perfect example of this case.
The viciousness of the assault seemed boundless, an unrestrained manifestation of the darker facets of human nature.
As the vile spectacle unfolded, Emma, the orchestrator of this twisted drama, called forth another girl into the malevolent spotlight.
'Hmm?'
The timid figure with glasses and visible bruises on her body stumbled forward, casting furtive glances at the tormentors who had summoned her. It looked like she was another victim of a
"Look who we've got here! Our dear Mia's not as innocent as she pretends," Emma declared with a triumphant smirk. "This one here," she gestured toward the bruised girl, "is the result of Mia's little outburst when they were alone. Turns out our precious Mia has a darker side."
The revelation injected a different shade of complexity into the situation. Mia, the seemingly helpless victim, had a side that contributed to the cycle of violence.
After all, there was no need to doubt that the girl named Emma was lying since she had no reason to do so.
The bruises on the timid girl testified to a narrative of reciprocal harm, blurring the lines between perpetrator and victim.
"Now, Melanie, it's time to show Mia what she deserves," Emma goaded, addressing the timid girl with the bruises. "Don't let her get away with it. Give her a taste of her own medicine."
Melanie hesitated, torn between the fear instilled by her tormentors and a glimmer of reluctance. The pressure to conform to the cycle of violence weighed heavily on her fragile shoulders.
"Come on, Melanie! Don't let her off easy. Show her we won't tolerate her crap!" Emma's encouragement, laced with cruelty, pushed Melanie to the brink. With a hesitant resolve, she raised her hand, her palm trembling.
SLAP!
The sound echoed through the desolate night, mingling with the cold wind that whispered through the empty streets.
"How does it feel?" Emma taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. The air seemed to thicken with tension as Melanie, caught in the web of coercion, gazed at Mia with conflicted emotions.
Melanie's initial reluctance morphed into a grim determination. The smile that spread across her face, while unsettling, mirrored the twisted satisfaction Emma and the others derived from this macabre display.
On the cold winter night, under the indifferent gaze of the stars, Melanie raised her hand once again. The second and then third slaps landed with a resounding crack, the sound reverberating through the silent darkness.
SLAP!
Mia's anguish was palpable, and the cycle of violence continued unabated. Each blow inflicted seemed to further erode any semblance of humanity in this cruel tableau.
"Keep going, Melanie! Make her pay for what she did to you," Emma goaded, reveling in the power dynamics she orchestrated. Melanie, now fully succumbing to the dark currents around her, unleashed a barrage of slaps.
The once timid girl, now consumed by the perverse satisfaction of power, delivered each blow with a disturbing sense of satisfaction.
'Bully-turned-bully behavior.'
It was a typical case and a behavior that contributed to the problem itself. The cold wind carried the sounds of violence and sadistic laughter, creating an eerie symphony under the starlit sky.
Despite my detached demeanor, a subtle urge to intervene flickered within me. It was an instinct, perhaps a trace of normality, trying to resist the apathy that usually governed my actions. However, my rational mind swiftly overruled this impulse.
'No. It is pointless.'
This was humanity's own nature, and I was no saint. Intervening offered no tangible benefits.
'But....'
However, at that moment, from the corner of my eyes, something appeared in my vision from very far away.
'I guess this is the hero's job.'
It was the perfect tailored job for our hero, after all.
Chapter 247 58.1 - Crossing HeartsPeople tend to get comfortable when things start turning into monotonous ones. It is called comfort zone, and it is one of the traits we humans have developed over the course of evolution.Whenever we find something or somewhere safe, we would stick to it to survive. But as the time passed, this type of evolution became something different.N00vl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.It became a trait symbolizing laziness. After all, the more you get comfortable, the more you will get stagnant.And being stagnant means being content with yourself.And this is not something I can ever accept.THUD! THUD! THUD!Standing in front of the training dummy, different kinds of thoughts passed through my head."Huff....."Sweat was pouring from my face. It was the usual routine for me at this point. I woke up after sleeping for around three and a half hours and then started to train instantly."This should be enough for now."I mumbled, reaching out the towel utilizing the formula I had been working on.TelekinesisIt was the name, though the definition itself is a lot more complex. First-ranked magic spell that enables the user to control the forces by creating fields.As I left the training room, the chill of the winter night embraced me, and the darkness loomed overhead.The academy's corridors were quiet, the only sound echoing being the soft tap of my footsteps against the cold tiles."Huff...."'It had been a while, had it?'It was exceptionally cold this time, contrary to last year. However, it was doubtful that I could even remember it correctly. Sometimes I wondered, was my memory even right?'Whatever.'Then, I decided that thinking like this was pointless.I walked briskly through the empty roads, my breath visible in the frigid air.The dimly lit pathways and the occasional gusts of wind rattling the windows it was a stark contrast to the bustling activity during the day.As I ventured outside, the silence of the night was broken by distant sounds.THUD! GIGGLE!lightsnvl Intrigued, I followed the noises, my steps muffled on the snow-covered ground. As I approached, I could discern hushed voices and occasional laughter.Peering around the corner, I saw a group of students gathered in an open area.'Hmm?'They seemed engrossed in a clandestine activity. Curiosity getting the better of me, I silently moved closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.It was unusual for any students to even be awake at this hour of time. Unless people are training maniacs like me, their motives would be shady.That was my own analysis, though, as nothing was certain."I didn't do anything like that....Please...Why don't you believe me?"However, as I had concealed my presence utilizing my trait Shadowborne, I finally crossed enough distance to be able to hear everything I needed to know."Sob....Please....Sob....""Heh, look at this little thwart."As I witnessed the disturbing scene unfolding before me, my brain looked for any information for the people in front.The girls, with a malicious glint in their eyes, circled around another student, their laughter echoing in the cold night air.SLAP!"I hate bitches like you the most! Do you know Ken dumped me because of you? He said she no longer liked me, and when I asked him if he had someone in his mind, he looked at you."The accusations and physical blows rained down on Mia, who was trapped in a nightmarish cycle of humiliation. The girls, fueled by a toxic blend of resentment and power, reveled in their role as tormentors."You are always getting on my nerves. Were you seducing guys with this hair? They call this silky?" one of the girls mocked, grabbing a handful of Mia's hair with malicious intent.People tended to ignore this fact because of the general conception of male aggressiveness. However, the reality of the female world is a lot more cruel than you would ever expect.A woman's grudge and methods to undermine others are not just limited to physical aspects. They not only destroy their enemy in physical form but also in social form.They destroy the target's reputation with gossip and use mental tormenting methods to torture.And this was the perfect example of this case.The viciousness of the assault seemed boundless, an unrestrained manifestation of the darker facets of human nature.As the vile spectacle unfolded, Emma, the orchestrator of this twisted drama, called forth another girl into the malevolent spotlight.'Hmm?'The timid figure with glasses and visible bruises on her body stumbled forward, casting furtive glances at the tormentors who had summoned her. It looked like she was another victim of a"Look who we've got here! Our dear Mia's not as innocent as she pretends," Emma declared with a triumphant smirk. "This one here," she gestured toward the bruised girl, "is the result of Mia's little outburst when they were alone. Turns out our precious Mia has a darker side."The revelation injected a different shade of complexity into the situation. Mia, the seemingly helpless victim, had a side that contributed to the cycle of violence.After all, there was no need to doubt that the girl named Emma was lying since she had no reason to do so.The bruises on the timid girl testified to a narrative of reciprocal harm, blurring the lines between perpetrator and victim."Now, Melanie, it's time to show Mia what she deserves," Emma goaded, addressing the timid girl with the bruises. "Don't let her get away with it. Give her a taste of her own medicine."Melanie hesitated, torn between the fear instilled by her tormentors and a glimmer of reluctance. The pressure to conform to the cycle of violence weighed heavily on her fragile shoulders."Come on, Melanie! Don't let her off easy. Show her we won't tolerate her crap!" Emma's encouragement, laced with cruelty, pushed Melanie to the brink. With a hesitant resolve, she raised her hand, her palm trembling.SLAP!The sound echoed through the desolate night, mingling with the cold wind that whispered through the empty streets."How does it feel?" Emma taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. The air seemed to thicken with tension as Melanie, caught in the web of coercion, gazed at Mia with conflicted emotions.Melanie's initial reluctance morphed into a grim determination. The smile that spread across her face, while unsettling, mirrored the twisted satisfaction Emma and the others derived from this macabre display.On the cold winter night, under the indifferent gaze of the stars, Melanie raised her hand once again. The second and then third slaps landed with a resounding crack, the sound reverberating through the silent darkness.SLAP!Mia's anguish was palpable, and the cycle of violence continued unabated. Each blow inflicted seemed to further erode any semblance of humanity in this cruel tableau."Keep going, Melanie! Make her pay for what she did to you," Emma goaded, reveling in the power dynamics she orchestrated. Melanie, now fully succumbing to the dark currents around her, unleashed a barrage of slaps.The once timid girl, now consumed by the perverse satisfaction of power, delivered each blow with a disturbing sense of satisfaction.'Bully-turned-bully behavior.'It was a typical case and a behavior that contributed to the problem itself. The cold wind carried the sounds of violence and sadistic laughter, creating an eerie symphony under the starlit sky.Despite my detached demeanor, a subtle urge to intervene flickered within me. It was an instinct, perhaps a trace of normality, trying to resist the apathy that usually governed my actions. However, my rational mind swiftly overruled this impulse.'No. It is pointless.'This was humanity's own nature, and I was no saint. Intervening offered no tangible benefits.'But....'However, at that moment, from the corner of my eyes, something appeared in my vision from very far away.'I guess this is the hero's job.'It was the perfect tailored job for our hero, after all.
