Translator: La0o9
ã Thatâs right, I just arrived today ãâNegaryâ looked up at the young man who introduced himself as Roger Cleves and replied after some close observation.
âThen, can I ask what you think about the Mobis Institute?â Roger keenly asked as he was able to faintly recognize the uniqueness that âNegaryâ exuded. He had discovered too many issues in the institute recently, but there werenât many willing to help, so he was hoping to gather a few companions who held the same views.
ã Hm, it is a good place to study. As for other things, you know what they say about curiosity and the cat ãâNegaryâsâ brows slightly furrowed, then answered as if to warn Roger and stopped paying attention to him altogether.
âSorry for bothering youâ Roger said, a bit embarrassed, then seemed to focus on his own meal.
In silence, âNegaryâ quickly finished his own lunch, then put the small bottle of oil on the table away into his pocket. This action drew Rogerâs attention, as his excellent spirit sense allowed him to recognize some peculiarities about that shiny yellow bottle.
This superhuman sensitivity had indeed given Roger a sense of superiority. This ability of his had only just awakened a few months ago; yes, âawakenedâ, Roger was very sure that he didnât use the wrong word to describe it. He believed that he already had this ability since birth, and only after it had awakened that he noticed how different he was from others.
He was able to recognize things that others could not, occasionally see spirits pop up in the city, gained a certain level of precognitive sense, and sporadically heard unusual whispers in his ears. All of this made Roger feel like he was different from everyone else.
Due to this, as soon as supernatural occurrences appeared within the Mobis Institute, his first thought wasnât to flee but to see this as his stage. In his mind, some sort of Demon King had just awakened, and adventurers who endured hardship and risked it all to defeat them would be rewarded with untold wealth and power.
In other words, because he awakened such an ability, Roger felt that he was the main character.
Watching âNegaryâ walk away, Roger narrowed his eyes while focusing on âNegaryâsâ coat pocket, the bottle of oil that gave him a strange feeling was sitting there.
âWhatâs the situation, Roger, is that person really one of âthemâ?â a sudden voice cut off Rogerâs train of thought.
It was his friend Landier, as well as a member of his Abnormality Removal Squad, one of his few companions who chose to believe and patrol the institute with him.
âThat auditing student is indeed unique in a certain way; Iâll find some time to investigate him againâ Roger smiled in response. The âthemâ that Landier spoke of were Mystics, those who commanded magic.
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On his way back, âNegaryâ didnât even need to spend too much effort to notice a person tailing him. Only the ones actually in the act would be able to believe that their tailing skills were any better than simply walking behind the one they were tailing.
Sure enough, there wasnât anything worth expecting from these studentsâ skills.
Having returned to the dorm, âNegaryâ held the bottle of oil from before in his hand. This substance was corpse oil that he extracted from several corpses in the city sewers, each of the corpses had practiced the axle ritual while they were alive, so their bodies had been altered. The corpse oil that âNegaryâ had extracted from their bodies would be able to grant him a certain level of mana.
If he used it in combination with certain rituals, âNegaryâ would even be able to inherit the magical expertise from the original Negary, but âNegaryâ chose not to do it, as the amount of mana in his possession was just enough.
ã However, that youngster will probably have use for this ãâNegaryâ looked at the bottle of unfinished corpse coil. After placing it on the table, he opened his bag of tools; if he were to give this to that youngster, he would need to add some seasoning into it.
After leaving the bottle of corpse oil in his room and hiding the other materials well, âNegaryâ left. He understood perfectly well the mental state of people like Roger who had just obtained a new ability.
They would believe themselves to be the main character, feeling a sense of self-righteous responsibility, believing that it was up to them to resolve every incident they could see. For that reason, they believed everything they do to be for the sake of justice, and they could arbitrarily do as they please for this justice.
For example, stealing things that they believed to be useful for them.
The person who believed themselves to have hidden very well observed as âNegaryâ left his dorm room. After running a full circle around the school, he met up with Roger and reported while breathing heavily: âIâve confirmed his accommodations, as well as the fact that he just left his room. From what I can see, he probably wonât return for a whileâ
âVery good, I can confirm that the auditing student carries a certain level of peculiarities. As the school is currently full of danger, for the sake of the numerous students, for our beautiful campus, as well as the three Professors and the fifteen students who lost their lives yesterday, we must do what we can!â Roger patted his companionâs shoulder and declared resolutely.
Roger was indeed also looking down on âNegaryâ in his mind.
As expected of a Sediment, even though he has gotten proper status, he has no sense of responsibility that a gentleman should have.
Very quickly Roger followed the companion who tailed âNegaryâ towards his dorm. As he arrived at the building, his sharp spirit sense was able to recognize something inside attracting him.
Under the Abnormality Removal Squadâs support, Roger entered âNegaryâsâ room through the window that had been purposely left open, then followed his spirit sense to find âNegaryâsâ bag and the bottle of corpse oil within.
Thanks to âNegaryâsâ seasoning, the mana inside the bottle was now extremely lively, which held a critical level of attraction to Roger who was essentially a normal person with a sharp spirit sense.
Looking at the bottle of corpse oil, the scenes in Rogerâs eyes began to twist and warp, some pictures seemed to have surfaced from within the corpse oil. They looked like irregular humanoid shapes that were trying to release some sort of magic.
âTake me away, take me away, I beg you, save me!!!â as the figures within the bottle madly begged; Roger, who could observe them, became the outlet for their voices. The intense sense of fear and the begging struck directly at Rogerâs heart.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Having experienced something similar before, Roger understood that these figures were spirits. They werenât human souls, but rather portions of peopleâs memories and consciousness that existed by being mixed with a bit of supernatural power.
Only those with an extreme level of emotions or carried certain peculiarities would be able to create spirits, furthermore, both the living and the dead had a chance to create spirits like these.
Several months ago, when his spirit sense had just awoken, he discovered one of his fellow students using a spirit summoning ritual he found somewhere and gave birth to a spirit from within his body.
However, that student committed suicide for unknown reasons not too long after that, and Roger couldnât find that spirit summoning ritual despite trying many times.
Holding the bottle of corpse oil in his hand, Roger did not hesitate.
Since that student didnât want to do anything for the institute, me taking this thing is also for his own good.
After all, me protecting the institute will also be protecting him.
With such thoughts in mind, Roger hurriedly snuck out from âNegaryâsâ dorm room.
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Meanwhile, âNegaryâ had paid a visit to the school library. As he pulled a book out, he was able to clearly see a twisted face flashing by on the other side of the bookshelf through a gap in the middle.
Very strangely, despite the speed that the face flashed by, âNegaryâ could not hear any footsteps despite being so close.