Sundays were always great resting days. Any person who hated Sundays was either ntally hurt or sothing else. Silas woke up all giddy in the morning for absolutely no reason. As usual, he had a huge boner, and this ti his boxer shorts finally gave way. Their life had ended on a day that was supposed to be for fun.
"Fuck, I have to get new boxers. Why are they taking so long with my inheritance?! he exclaid as he took them off to reveal a raging, 9-inch bull of a dick.
"Am I capping or did it increase in size?"
[You are officially big! Don’t go breaking in won, though]
"Why would I? I’m a good guy."
[Okay...]
"Tch! You don’t believe ."
[I’m not obliged to]
"Piss off!"
[Chill. Anyway, congratulations. You unlocked a hidden attribute of the system. You really fucked her good yesterday]
"I always knew I had it in ."
[Yeah, no...]
"Lem rejoice a bit, Party Pooper. Anyway, what is the attribute?"
[Hold on]
[Cupid Points Unlocked!]
[Description: Cupid Points are a currency for the system through which you can purchase items, artifacts, weapons, armor, food, and a lot more from the system’s shop. You haven’t unlocked the Shop yet, but you will soon.
You can gain Cupid Points by completing quests, having sex, defeating enemies, and exchanging real money. Each of the requirents has its advantages. For example, defeating enemies would give you a lot of CP based on how powerful the enemy is and the difficulty rating of the battle, but you can get more CP by exchanging with real money, though that also depends on the amount you exchange.]
[Cupid Points: 1000]
"If I understand this well... I can buy stuff from the system."
[Yes.]
"Compared to the stuff in the world, which is better?"
[Don’t compare those shits to what I can provide. The lowest-ranked item you can buy from the Shop is B-Rank, and that is even ranked as trash. You can buy that even if you are poor.]
"May I know the price of the cheapest item?"
[Sure. 5000 CP]
"You are mad!"
[Hey! It cos with a discount of 50%!]
"You are crazy! How can the cheapest item be 10,000 CP?!"
[You are just too poor, bro. I’m being reasonable here.]
"You are being reasonable, my foot! What if I made you pay rent for staying inside ?!"
[I pay rent by giving you all the skills and the shop, and awarding you with CP.]
"I feel like beating soone up suddenly."
[You can’t touch , dummy. Hahahahaha!]
"Is there a way to communicate with Cupid in any way? I’m sure he might’ve left a part of him, even if he’s dead."
[Okay, okay. You win. I was just kidding. Jeez!]
"Are you scared?"
[There are so things we don’t play with, you know?]
"So you fear sothing..."
[Your imagination...]
"Sure, bro."
[Tch!]
***
While Silas was engaged in a heated argunt with his system, the Board of Directors of Valecrest was getting a hearing from the Awakening Evaluation Board, and an attorney from the High Court of City A. And the topic was Silas Ashard, the newly confird S-Rank awakened.
The conference room had never felt smaller. Principal Theodore sat at the head of the table, his earlier composure long gone. Beside him sat Vice Principal Elena and the six mbers of the Board of Directors. None of them looked comfortable.
Across from them sat three individuals. Head Evaluator Andrew Garfield, Senior Evaluator Helene Ross, and Attorney Marcus Holloway of the High Court of City A. The atmosphere was suffocating. Everyone understood the magnitude of what had happened: They had almost expelled him, an S-Rank.
Andrew folded his hands together. His expression was calm.
"Let’s start from the beginning," he said while looking directly at Theodore.
"Did any mber of this academy make any effort whatsoever to investigate why a student repeatedly ranked among the strongest physical combatants in the institution despite being listed as unawakened?"
Silence.
"Did anyone question how a supposedly normal student consistently defeated awakened individuals?"
Silence answered him.
"Did anyone wonder why his biological records changed after Rift exposure?"
Each question felt like a hamr strike. Theodore’s face gradually beca paler.
"I’ll answer for you." Andrew leaned back. His voice remained level as he spoke. "No."
Nobody dared interrupt.
"You all accepted the reports of previous evaluators."
"You accepted the rumors."
"You accepted the bullying."
"You accepted the discrimination."
"You accepted the results."
"And none of you bothered to verify anything."
The room grew colder.
"An S-Rank talent spent years in your institution."
"Years."
"Yet not a single person questioned why he continued to display impossible physical capabilities."
Helene adjusted her glasses.
"The statistical probability of an unawakened student defeating multiple awakened individuals is less than one percent." She tapped her tablet. "Mr. Ashard repeatedly exceeded those odds. Repeatedly. And sohow nobody thought that deserved investigation."
One board mber opened his mouth.
"Perhaps we-"
"No." Andrew cut him off imdiately. "There is no perhaps."
The board mber imdiately shut up, and the room fell silent again.
Attorney Marcus Holloway finally spoke. Unlike Andrew, his tone was polite, which sohow made it worse.
"I must admit, I was originally here regarding a separate matter." Several eyes shifted toward him.
"Mr. Ashard’s inheritance," Marcus smiled.
"Inheritance?" Theodore frowned.
"You weren’t inford?"
"No."
"Interesting," Marcus nodded.
That single word made several board mbers uncomfortable. He opened a folder.
"Mr. Silas Ashard possesses several assets left behind by his parents. Assets that, due to his status as a minor and certain legal complications, have remained inaccessible."
Theodore’s eyes widened.
"What kind of assets?" Marcus flipped the pages as he read.
"Property, financial holdings, investnt accounts, rift compensation funds, and several items currently under court supervision."
The room beca quiet as he spoke, but he wasn’t done. Marcus delivered the killing blow.
"Had Mr. Ashard remained a normal citizen, the processing of these assets would likely have taken several more years."
Nobody missed the implication; several years, aning bureaucracy, delays, complications, and perhaps even corruption.
"Fortunately," Marcus smiled. "Mr. Ashard is no longer a normal citizen."
Nobody needed him to explain further. S-Ranks weren’t simply powerful; they were strategic assets, national assets. Governnts invested in them, cities protected them, courts expedited their requests, military organizations recruited them, and corporations competed for their favor. The law itself tended to move significantly faster around them.
Marcus folded the folder closed.
"The High Court has already ordered a complete review of all holdings associated with the Ashard family."
"Already?" Theodore’s expression changed.
"Imdiately after confirmation." Marcus smiled again. "We move quickly when dealing with S-Ranks."
One of the board mbers suddenly swallowed hard as a realization finally struck him. Theodore seed to realize it, too.
"Go on," Andrew noticed and spoke.
The board mber hesitated, then spoke.
"If he’s truly an S-Rank..."
"No," Andrew interrupted. "He is."
"If he’s an S-Rank..." The man nodded nervously while his voice grew weaker. "And we expelled him..."
Nobody finished the sentence. They didn’t need to. Everyone understood. Valecrest Academy’s greatest selling point wasn’t its facilities. It wasn’t its teachers or rankings. It was its graduates. The academy built prestige by producing talents, and they had nearly thrown away one of the greatest talents in modern history.
Helene suddenly looked up from her tablet.
"There’s another issue."
Andrew sighed.
"Of course there is."
She tapped several files.
"Based on witness reports, multiple faculty mbers ignored repeated bullying directed at Mr. Ashard."
Nobody spoke.
She continued.
"There are records of student complaints, disciplinary inconsistencies, and performance evaluations."
Theodore slowly closed his eyes. This was becoming a disaster, a genuine disaster. Andrew looked around the room, and his gaze settled on every board mber individually.
"You should consider yourselves fortunate." Nobody liked the sound of that. "Because Mr. Ashard didn’t file a complaint."
The room froze. Andrew smiled, and that smile was more terrifying than his anger.
"Had he chosen to pursue legal action after today’s evaluation..." He glanced toward Marcus, and the attorney smiled pleasantly. The kind of smile sharks probably wore. "...this eting would have been held in a courtroom."
For the first ti in years, the Board of Directors of Valecrest Collegiate Grounds realized sothing terrifying. They had spent years treating Silas Ashard as a problem, an inconvenience, a troublemaker, a student nobody wanted.
And now?
Now they would have to pray that the boy they had nearly expelled didn’t decide to rember every single thing they had done to him.
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