Chapter 18: System : Yandere Harem
Daemon turned away from the hall, his mind still churning from the exchanges he had just overheard. Their speeches seemed too idealistic, too academic. In reality, it was far more complex than that. Those who had nothing had to fight against the current.
There were those who possessed a lineage, sometimes a pact, and some had both, along with natural talents that guaranteed they would reach at least seven-star level. Daemon, he had made a pact with Baal in the game, and even with that, he was only a six-star, despite his dual affinities as a mage and martial artist.
It was nothing compared to Arthur Aurora. The human who had reached nine stars in the future. Nine fucking stars, and it wasn’t even enough to match an archdemon or an archangel. Those monsters were in a whole other league. Untouchable. Unreachable.
Consulting the floating panels that indicated the academy’s zones, he headed toward his dormitory. He needed to grab a bite and sleep. Unlike the most influential faction leaders, he owned no mansion, no butler, no luxury suite.
He crossed the courtyard. The sky above was a metallic gray. Around him, the imposing buildings cast their cold shadows on the immaculate paving stones. He passed the mage section, where robed students hurried to their classrooms, and finally reached the intermediate-rank dormitory area. The elevators were embedded in glass walls, silent and fast. He stepped into one and swiped his student card in front of the sensor. A soft beep confirmed his access.
He stepped out on the seventh floor.
"Room G-2... G-7..." he muttered. "Hmm, it’s much farther."
He walked slowly down the corridor. Each step echoed against the polished metal floor. His gaze scanned the numbers on the doors. He stopped abruptly at G-12.
He swallowed.
Standing in front of his room, casually leaning against the door, was Kara Geb Bentham. She wore black military shorts and a sleeveless top that revealed her slender, muscular frame. The left side of her head was shaved, exposing a ring piercing on her cartilage. Her dark brown hair, tied to the side, accentuated her large steel-gray eyes that gleamed with restrained anger. Her ample chest stretched the fabric of her top. Another piercing glinted on her lower lip.
Daemon felt a cold sweat trickle down his back.