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Heath Walker was the only person from the other world that was in another class, separately from the others, which he thought was a fortunate thing because he could now keep an eye out for Isha, his bit*h sister, behind the scenes without being a creep.

For some reason, Heath noticed that unlike the other people from Earth, he retained his strength, which had lowered for others, and he was still as strong as he was on Earth. And in the first week of arriving at the academy, he made contact with the fanatics and learned about many things, including the fact that Tchort, the demon king, was their leader.

After that, he learned that there were no vampires existed in the current world, and it was also due to that he was able to retain his strength because he was different from what was "normal" in the current world, later on he became the fanatics\' informant after a few constant train of contacts. Since he was the only vampire there was, he wasn\'t worried about his identity as one being exposed, nor was he worried about his survival if his identity was indeed discovered, because all he needed was a chomp to win a fight, which with his sh*tton of tricks making his opponent bleed wasn\'t that big of a deal.

He flirted around with Trista to woo her in, creating himself an opportunity to acquire a golden goose that gave him authority, money, and blood.

\'I wonder how her blood tastes.\' Heath thought inwardly, as his eyes glimmered blood red for a split second, scaring Trista.

*

On the other side of the training ground, Charlie stood, gazing at the mesmerizingly horrifying fight of the couple in the illusion room.

It was only a few seconds ago that something Charlie never expected happened: he saw the couple switch their weapons with each other, mid-fight! Tossing around their weapons and playing around with a Banshee, a level 13 monster. It was a ghost-type monster, that could use both physical and magical attacks, the annoying thing starts as soon as the Banshee managed to touch its opponent, casting a curse on them, that chipped off the life force the more time one stayed under its influence, to remove a curse, massive amount of healing magic or holy power was required.

The more Charlie watched and observed the fight, the more motivation boiled up in him. It wasn\'t long until an unfound inspiration bubbled up in him, making him rush to the training ground to train. The timing, precision, calculation, and perspective manner of Eshwar and Isha\'s fight opened up a new world for him, who began to think of ways to change his martial arts stances and use different methods when the enemy least expected it, just like them.

It was a perfectly coordinated fight that was filled with unhidden yet unpredictable trickery with each and every attack. Thinking of not wasting the opportunity and enlightenment offered to him, Charlie zoomed towards the training dummy with a sword in his hand and swung it with persistence and precision.

***

Meanwhile.

In a gigantic underground facility lit with bright, blinding white light. The floor, the ceiling, the walls—everything was perfectly, pristinely white. The facility was filled with materials used for research and experimental purposes, with more than hundreds of humongous cylinders in which humans were seen floating, dipped in a translucent, blue-green gooey liquid that was filled to the brim of the cylinders.

Many people of different races were seen working on taking reports, observing changes, and adding or decreasing "its" density according to the reading they got. They were in casual clothing, as if it were just another day\'s walk in the park.

Some of the people in the cylinders were seen growing some kind of strangely coloured, gooey scales, while droplets of blood or something similar to blood but thicker was being released into the cylinders, which soon after turned translucent.

And amid everything, there were many who wore white lab coats and seemed to be teaching each other about what to do and how to observe, which could be derived from a glance at their hand moments.

"..... And like that, we will begin to develop more like "his highness," do you understand?" An old, bald man with a slightly longer beard said with a deep frown on his face, looking at the four newly "released," smart "tools."

"Yes, sir." They spoke in unison, without a hint of emotion in their voice.

Shuddering, \'Goddammit, even though they are the fruits of my labour, they are disgusting.\' The old man thought inwardly, feeling an ominous chill around his heart.

".... It\'s good that you understand." With a few nods, the old man walked away, leaving the four emotionless tools on the spot, which didn\'t move an inch without his order.

"Now, go on your way, work on the experiments, look after them perfectly, and make sure they don\'t turn out like you guys." The old man commanded as he continued to walk away.

"Understood, Sir Ecrirn." They said it in unison and walked away, picking their designated paths. All four of them had the same colour of hair and eyes, dark brown, due to the experiment and gene modification.

\'Fuuuu! Goddamn failures!\' Ecrirn cursed inwardly with a deep sigh; yes, all four of them just now were failures of the experiment to create a perfect being that grows constantly, while mingling around with people and feeling all the emotions just like a living being does, but something was missing, what it was, was yet to be discovered, and whatever that "missing something" was, it was the thing they needed to add "emotions" into the "perfect being," a "perfect hero," they wanted to create.

Even though the experiment was falling continuously after a single success, they did gain an absurdly strong army of failures.

"If I create another perfect hero, then I myself will be able to make myself a "perfect container," so that I can finally get rid of this annoying, old body of mine." Ecrirn mumbled with a crazed expression on his face.

With that thought, \'How was "he" able to awaken emotions?\' Ecrirn questioned, before a "perfect" existence\'s destructive figure from 30-35 years ago flashed in his mind.

"Hahahaha, I\'ll create an existence like that! I\'ll, I, myself, will create an existence like you! Just you wait! I\'ll become a perfect being just like you; no, I\'ll become even more "perfect!!!!"" Ecrirn roared, crazed.

***

Two days later

The cadet-professor event, the academic fest, had begun. Since that was the first time in a long while, the cadets\' parents were also invited, nobles and commoners alike. Though a few nobles with prejudice against the commoners complained, the academy ignored them, even warning them that they\'d be held accountable for something that happened in the academic premises. Due to the academy\'s authority and power being on the level of its own, they had no choice but to obey and act according to the rules set by the academy.

A group of ten walked out of the gate that was connected to the academy and walked into the academy without any issues after showing their invitations.

Walking in the middle and in front of the group was an alluring woman; she had wavy white hair, bright blue eyes, soft and innocent facial features, a slightly pointy pair of ears, and lust-inciting lips. She was adorned in a black turtleneck top, black leather leggings, and black boots, which were a stark contrast to her pale skin complexion and white wavy hair. Her name was Luna.

To her right was a dark brown-haired man with dark green eyes; his name was Gerry. And to Luna\'s left was a dark brown-haired woman with dark purple eyes; she wore glasses that gave her a smart and nerdy look; her name was Belinda.

On Belinda\'s left was a man with dark raven hair and grey eyes; his name was Dominic. At his left was another man with dim blonde hair and dark brown eyes; his name was Clifford. On his left was a woman, who clung on to his arm; she had black hair and light blue eyes; her name was Ash.

On Gerry\'s right was a dark-green-haired woman with bright green eyes; her name was Amanda. On Amanda\'s right was another man with dark brown hair and eyes; his name was Greg, and next to him was a man with white hair and grey-coloured eyes; his name was Simon.

"I can\'t believe the academy didn\'t notice such a poor imitation of their invitation, heh. The academy has stooped lower than it previously had, ain\'t I right, Luna?" Gerry commented with a scoff.

Starting from the Ash: Ash, Clifford, Dominic, Belinda, Luna, Gerry, Amanda, Greg, and Simon were the names of the ten people in the group, with Luna being the boss.

"It\'s not that the academy has stooped low; it\'s just Belinda\'s skills that have improved." Luna clarified, complimenting Belinda\'s ability while Gerry was trying to get a favourable response from Belinda.

"Go out with me, maybe she\'ll notice you then~" Amanda commented in a whisper, leaning towards Gerry, who was desperately trying to woo Belinda.

"R-really?" Gerry asked back in a whisper.

"Don\'t fall for her." Said Luna while walking ahead, resisting the urge to rush and meet "him."

"Conceal your aura; don\'t reveal who we are, at least not yet." Luna said and sped up slightly.

"Ha! Look who\'s talking; you\'re stronger than us, so conceal your aura first, or else "he" will find you in an instant. And you\'re not the only one that wants to meet him; we too want to rush towards him, but we\'re only holding ourselves back because it\'ll look suspicious." Dominic scoffed at Luna, who was pacing around in search of "him."

"Well, it looks like you are underestimating your boss, just because I have been away for a while." It was then an indifferent, yet slightly cheerful, voice sounded behind them, which made them flinch and feel a chill around their hearts before their expressions brightened up upon recognising the voice.