"Sebastian, today is Friday, we're going to have a party, co with us too."
"I'm sorry, I'm going to the restaurant where my mother works today. I don't have ti. If I have ti next week, I will attend."
"Sebastian, you have rejected so many tis. Rember, next week, you can't reject again."
"Okay, I rember, I will definitely not refuse next week."
"Okay, then see you next week."
"See you next week!"
Nodding to the other side, Sebastian was about to get up and leave with his schoolbag on his back.
But as he walked out of the classroom, a boy rushed over, put his arms around Sebastian's neck, and said with a smile, "Sebastian, I saw Rebecca talking to you just now. What did she say to you?"
"I was invited to the party, but I declined."
"Rejected again?" Sean's eyes widened in disbelief. "Sebastian, my brother, this is the third ti! You've rejected her three tis in a row!"
Nodding helplessly, Sebastian said, "That's right, it's been three tis, so next ti I can't refuse no matter what."
"Brother, if you hadn't thrown that quarterback who confessed to you out of the classroom last week, I would've thought you didn't like won, but Rebecca is the most beautiful and has the best figure in our school. Even she can't get you to like her? I really don't understand what you like."
Shaking his head and smiling, Sebastian looked at Sean and said, "Sean, sotis it's not about being pretty and liking it. It's more about the feeling, right? Even if it's a very ordinary girl, she can still be regarded as a treasure. And if the feeling isn't right, even if it's a Victoria's Secret model, she's just a passerby."
Sean blinked, a stern expression on his face.
With a light cough, Sean said loudly, "Although I think you're right, I still prefer Victoria's Secret models."
"Everyone has their own preferences." Getting on his bike, Sebastian waved to Sean and said, "Okay, I'm leaving. See you on Monday."
"See you on Monday!"
Leaving the school by bike, Sebastian headed straight to the restaurant where Alisha worked.
The restaurant was located in the downtown area, a quiet spot in the heart of the city, with a fresh and natural décor style that Sebastian personally really liked.
He parked his bike in the designated parking space outside the restaurant. Backpack slung over his shoulder, he walked up to the familiar doorman and gave him a casual greeting.
However, contrary to his expectations, the doorman didn't acknowledge him at all. He simply stared straight ahead, not responding in the slightest.
What's going on? Is he in a bad mood today?
It felt a bit off...
Though he found it strange, Sebastian didn't dwell on it. He and the doorman were just nodding acquaintances, after all.
He moved to step inside, but before he could, the guard suddenly extended his hand to stop him.
"The restaurant is closed, and no one else is allowed inside."
Now, Sebastian felt sothing was definitely wrong. This restaurant had three Michelin stars, and naturally, it ca with a hefty price tag.
Anyone who dined here was either rich or at the very least upper-middle class. This made it unusual for the restaurant to have a closed-door policy at this hour.
Moreover, the behavior of the doorman was completely different from usual. His tone was flat, emotionless, like he was simply repeating words with no real intent behind them. It didn't feel like the actions of a normal person.
Turning to look at the doorman, when Sebastian locked eyes with him, a flood of dusty mories surged into his mind, reminding him of the Imperius Curse—the one of the three Unforgivable Curses from his previous life!
Is this person being controlled by so kind of power or special ans?
The thought of soone with that ability crossed his mind.
A na ford in Sebastian's thoughts.
Thinking of that person's behavior, he imdiately realized that his mother, Alisha, was likely in extre danger!
Without any impulse to break in through the front door, Sebastian turned and swiftly left the restaurant's entrance, maneuvering around the building to the back.
The manipulated doorman had only been instructed to block entry, so Sebastian's departure didn't raise any further suspicion.
When he arrived at the back door and saw it was deserted, he knew his suspicion had been right.
This back door, typically used for garbage disposal and other behind-the-scenes operations, was a hidden access point that few outside the restaurant would know about. It gave Sebastian the perfect opportunity to act.
Pulling the door, Sebastian found that it was locked. He let out a helpless breath. Stretching out his right index finger, he pointed at the lock of the door.
Today, Sebastian's magic had returned to the level he had reached when he was around 11 or 12 years old in his previous life.
He was capable of performing so basic primary magic and could use his wandless magic skills. However, perhaps due to the differences in the rules of the two worlds, so of the magic from his past life had manifested in altered forms.
For example, the Levitation Charm, Wingardium Leviosa, in this world didn't just make objects float—it allowed Sebastian to move the floating objects to a certain extent as well.
For example, the unlocking spell that Sebastian was going to use now, as long as there are physical doors and door locks—whether it's an ordinary key door lock, an electronic door lock, or a safe door lock—can be opened by this spell. But if there are no physical gates and locks, such as password locks for online accounts, the spell is powerless.
Slowly mobilizing his magic power, Sebastian whispered softly, "Alohomora."
Click...
The door lock clicked open, and the door opened a gap.
Sebastian imdiately pushed the door open and walked in, carefully closing the door behind him.
He walked past the garbage piled up in the corridor next to him and entered the extrely clean back kitchen.
The sound of cooking filled the air.
Sebastian imdiately spotted his mother, Alisha, standing in the center of the large kitchen. As a chef with three Michelin stars, the best spot in the kitchen was naturally Alisha's.
Stepping forward quickly, Sebastian said to Alisha, "Mom, how are you?"
Hearing Sebastian's words, Alisha slowly turned her head, looked at him with a dull expression, and said, "Sebastian, no, no, you can't speak. I have to concentrate on cooking. The master wants to eat, and I need to prepare the food..."
Seeing the state Alisha was in, Sebastian gritted his teeth, feeling the surge of urgency. He stretched out his hand, pressing firmly on Alisha's neck.
After a mont, as the pressure cut off her air supply, Alisha's eyes fluttered, and she collapsed, fainting. Although this wasn't ideal for her health, Sebastian knew it was better than letting her be manipulated into dangerous and extre behavior.
Holding the comatose Alisha on the ground, Sebastian's face remained cold, his heart boiling with rage.
However, the battle with the Death Eaters in his past life had taught him to keep his head clear, no matter how furious he beca.
He glanced at the finished dishes on the nearby kitchen counter, then imdiately got up and found a set of clean chef's clothes in the familiar warehouse. He quickly donned the uniform, tied on the chef's hat, and organized his tools. Taking the finished dishes from the counter, he walked out of the kitchen.
With his expression controlled, Sebastian stood outside the kitchen door. His gaze swept the room, observing the waiters standing near the restaurant's entrance and the guests seated at the center of the dining area.
There were two guests at the table, a man and a woman.
The man was dressed in a purple suit, and while eating, he smiled and said sothing to the dull and stiff-faced woman beside him.
Seeing this, Sebastian instantly knew his suspicions had been correct.
The man was Kilgrave, known as the Purple Man, who had been controlling everyone in the restaurant!
Kilgrave, known for his power to emit pheromones and control the minds of others, was a danger to anyone in his path. With his warped perspective on the world, he frequently engaged in disturbing and cruel acts, manipulating people's minds for his own twisted pleasure. His actions hadn't attracted significant attention from organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. or the police, which allowed him to continue unchecked.
But today was going to be the last day of Kilgrave's life.
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