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Chapter: The Emperor's Ga

One of the few things that is very tiring to do is nothing.

For a guy who seem to be always running from sotis, doing nothing was very exhausting. To elevate his feelings sohow, he diverts his attention to sothing else in order not to think of Nero.

Apollo sat silently in the student council room, fingers lightly tapping against the table. His gaze, cold and observing, swept across the council mbers as they went about their daily tasks.

He wasn't allowed to act. Not yet, not until he finally gave his command.

The emperor's orders were clear—stand by, observe, and wait.

Even though his instincts scread at him to move, to pry deeper into the enemy's side, Apollo restrained himself. The emperor must have had a reason for holding them back. Even without the power of the oath, Apollo knows that the emperor is a wise man.

So, he waited.

He watched his surroundings carefully, noting every little shift within the academy. He paid attention to the council mbers—who weren't acting differently, those who seed more aware, and most importantly, who were completely clueless about what was happening under their noses. He closely looked at them, and occasionally, he would assist the president with her task, proving himself useful. Celestine was very happy with his assistance since her work went faster than before. However, Apollo was rely helping her out to ease his boredom. If there are things that need to be delivered to the other dorms, Apollo would suggest taking them. And if there is a need for sudden repairs in classrooms that the maintenance team can't work on imdiately,, then he would step up.

On the other hand, his classmates are busy training themselves or just keeping soone company. This person is so important that it took the ti of the entire lower class students. Only the church and the emperor were able to do that. However, it wasn't really an evil organization like the one Nero is involved with but a person whom the entire lower class wanted to land a hit on the face for making a fool out of them.

As the days passed, murmurs began to spread throughout the student council.

"Has anyone seen the vice president?"

"It's been days… he hasn't shown up for etings either."

So were genuinely concerned, while others, like Apollo, simply didn't care.

He already knew the answer.

The vice president's little ga—pretending to have information about last year's incident—had only delayed the investigation. But when Apollo discovered that it was rely out of boredom and curiosity, he knew exactly how to deal with him. After making a fool out of him Apollo will never let him go.

A little flashback played in his mind.

The vice president, a sharp-witted and playful individual, feeling bored with his life had always treated life in the academy like a ga with all the students as his chess pieces. He was amused by Apollo's class, intrigued by their tenacity, but never took them seriously.

Until they decided to play back at his own ga. For the first ti, a re chess piece in his eyes began to play like a player, though the problem is those pawns never even revealed themselves as the chess board flipped.

Before the vice president knew it he was already under the palms of his own plaything.

It started subtly—so subtly that at first, he didn't even notice.

His belongings began to move.

Papers he distinctly rembered leaving on his desk vanished overnight, only to reappear in completely different locations. His chair tilted slightly backward just enough to make him uncomfortable when he sat.

"How odd," he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips.

But he dismissed it as one of the council mbers playing a harmless prank.

Then, his schedule mysteriously changed.

etings were suddenly relocated without his knowledge. Reports he needed to review were filled with nonsensical sentences and cryptic riddles, and his window, which was just fixed, was broken again the next morning.

Still, he remained amused.

"I wonder who's trying to tease ?" he muttered, lazily flipping through a rewritten report.

But by the fourth day, the amusent faded.

The real mind gas began.

Aaron and Braiden made sure that every ti the vice president entered the student council office, sothing went wrong.

One morning, as he casually strolled into the room, his entire chair collapsed beneath him.

CRASH.

Laughter and snickering erupted from nearby council mbers, but he simply stood up, brushed himself off, and grinned.

"Very funny," he said. "I'll rember this."

But it kept happening.

A few hours later, his cup of tea tipped over before he even touched it.

Then, his ink bottle shattered, staining his hands and uniform.

And the final straw?

The mont he walked into the room, every drawer in his desk flung open at once—spilling papers all over the floor.

His eye twitched.

"Okay," he muttered, taking a deep breath. "This is getting irritating."

Even with a patient man like him being continuously hit with all these bad tricks began to consu his rationality

The next day, the vice president began searching for who dared to ss with him, but surprisingly, he could not get anything, even with his power gifted by God. For a man whose confidence ca from his strength failing to fun of the people who were playing a prank on him was a serious slap to him

Then ca Alicia and Vesta's illusion work.

The vice president had always prided himself on his calm deanor. But even his iron will began to crack when reality itself started shifting around him. He just couldn't figure out what was happening; these things shouldn't be happening to him. It should be the opposite; he was the one who should be playing, not the one being played.

Frustrated, he decided to take a walk, but then he walked into rooms that suddenly didn't exist.

Doors he had used for years now led to dead ends.

Whispers brushed against his ears—voices calling his na, murmuring secrets that no one else could hear. With that, he even feels like he's going crazy. With no other options, he began praying to god perhaps they could help him, but unfortunately, no reply ca in. And instead, his craziness seems to even increase.

In broad daylight, he saw figures in the corners of his vision, shadows moving unnaturally fast.

One night, he turned a corner in the hallway only to co face-to-face with a distorted reflection of himself, grinning back at him with unnatural sharp teeth.

His heartbeat quickened.

"This is an illusion."

But even as he tried to rationalize it, his mind refused to relax.

It wasn't just illusions anymore.

It was doubt.

Paranoia.

And fear slowly crept its way towards his heart.

By the seventh day, the vice president was exhausted.

His once confident attitude was gone, replaced by a deep-seated irritation.

He barely spoke.

His usual confidence had been replaced with subtle hesitation. And oftentis, he doesn't seem lucid enough to strike up a conversation.

When he sat down in the council office, his fingers tapped nervously against the table.

Apollo, who had been silently observing the entire ordeal, finally made his move.

He walked over, leaned slightly toward the vice president, and whispered:

"You seem tense, Senior."

The vice president froze.

Apollo's golden eyes glead mischievously as he continued, his voice barely above a murmur.

"Did you enjoy playing gas with us? We certainly enjoyed playing with you."

For the first ti since their battle of wits began, the vice president had no retort.

Instead, he simply stood up, grabbed his coat, and left the room without a word.

Back to the Present

Apollo couldn't help but smirk at the mory.

His classmates had been waiting for the chance to ss with the vice president for weeks, and he had finally given them permission. Now, the man had disappeared, most likely hiding away to recover from the psychological tornt.

But as much as Apollo enjoyed that little ga, his focus quickly shifted back to sothing else.

Sothing was changing.

It was subtle. So subtle that no student or teacher had noticed it yet.

But Apollo did.

The air felt different.

Even when there wasn't any kind of tension, Apollo could tell sothing was happening.

The patterns of movent around the academy shifted.

So hallways seed… emptier than usual, but sohow, the students didn't find it weird.

Sothing was coming.

And then—

A thunderous explosion rocked the academy, shaking the very foundations of the building.

A giant cloud of smoke rises to the sky while screams and shouts are heard.

The impact sent students into a panic, professors rushing out of their offices, and alarms blaring through the halls.

But amidst the chaos, Apollo simply smiled.

"It's ti, fellas." He stood up, his golden eyes glowing with excitent.

His classmates turned to him, anticipation filling up their faces.

"We are ordered to attack."

With that, Apollo cracked his knuckles, his mischievous grin widening.

Finally, they can give the welcoming gift they should have given a month ago.