Chapter 8: Teacher’s role
Nolan strode through the cracked marble halls of Silver Blade Academy, grinning like a madman who'd just hit the jackpot.
His eyes twitched. His smile was the kind that made children cry.
If insanity ever wore joy as a mask, Nolan's face would be the masterpiece.
"Hell nah," he muttered, giggling under his breath like someone who'd just hacked reality itself. "Me? Teach? With an internet power I just acquired? Pfft. Not a chance."
Each step echoed like victory drums in his ears.
His robe flared dramatically as he rounded a corner.
A few low-ranking staff glanced up, startled.
Nolan nodded politely, wearing the smile of a kind, responsible educator.
But inside? He was plotting his escape like a fugitive breaking out of prison.
"I'm not wasting this," he whispered to himself. "No one's touching this treasure. The Internet? Mine. All mine."
Yet—because life had a sense of humor—he couldn't take two steps without running into someone he knew.