The morning air was crisp as Jean stepped onto the grounds of Greenfield Academy.
Jean's hoodie fluttered in the breeze as he adjusted his backpack.
"Aomething feels weird?" he muttered under his breath.
{You mean besides the fact that you got your ass-kicked by a babe, even with an massive improvement, other than this, Nope. Totally normal.}
Jean snorted.
Students milled around, chatting, laughing, or dragging their souls toward first period. Greenfield Academy looked clean, prestigious—rich even. But beneath the polished stone and vine-covered brick, Jean felt it: a pulse.
Not magic exactly, but… something. Several presences flickered at the edge of his perception. Supernaturals.
—
Inside the homeroom, Jean found his seat and noted a new guy Chris Leonard—sitting two rows over, looking perfect in the schools green shirts, black jacket and black trousers. He gave him a slight smirk when their eyes met. Jean raised an eyebrow. Another one.
"Okay everyone sit down time for class." Clara said.
She began teaching, Jean leaned back, not paying much attention.
*I'm way older than this. It kinda of weird being here.*
{What do you mean weird, it's a classic needed for character development.}
*Meaning, I should bully this poor kids—you really have no sense of morality. Do you?* Jean inwardly shook his head.
{Well. I could be or could not. Who knows, depends on who and when.}
{And, hey, my job Is to give quests– Not be the orchestra of your life.}
Jean ignored him and focused his gaze toward a student in the back. The guy was big—not the size of a six. His eyes, however, were sharp… too sharp.
*Erik. I think that he's name.*
{A supernatural} Adrian whispered.
*Definitely.* Jean replied.
—
Lunch was chaos. Jean, tray in hand, scanned for a quiet spot, but a shout caught his attention.
"Hey, new kid!"
He turned to see a lanky, confident boy waving. Blond, cocky smirk, surrounded by three girls and a chunky friend. Not hostile—yet.
"You're Jean, right? Heard you ran into Kenny on the first day, and haven't been chewed up yet."
A few nearby heads turned. Kenny, seated two tables over, glanced over with faint amusement.
Jean turned slowly. "Yeah? What bout it."
"I'm James Quinn. Future king of Greenfield."
The others laughed like it was a rehearsed joke.
Jean didn't sit—mainly because he was curious. And he wants let out some steam.
"Let me guess," he said, "You want to bully me?"
"Nope. I want to make a bet."
Jean raised a brow.
"Your really good looking and strong, a perfect subordinate."
"Oh really."
James grinned. "Yeah. So, what about we tango, You and I?"
Jean smirked. "I'm in."
"So when?" Jean asked
"Saturday at the abandoned factory downtown. GA" James replied l.
"Okay see you then." Jean sat down and focused on his food. Ignoring all the strange looks.
—
That night, Jean lay on his bed again, the full moon higher now.
{Daily Quest Complete}
{Rewards Multiplied: +10 All Attributes}
{Special Bonus: Hidden Stat "Perception" Unlocked}
{SYSTEM STATUS}
Name: Jean Mark Holland.
Race: HUMAN
Age: 6 (Mental Age: 27)
Class: NONE
Rank: UNRANKED
Title(s): NONE
Talent Grade: [HIDDEN]
—— [BASE STATS] ——
HP: 102
MP: [LOCKED]
STR: 45
AGL: 46
END: 48
STA: 47
INT: 50
WIS: 52
CHR: 49
PER: 40
—
"Perception?" Jean said aloud, amused.
{Yup. Because apparently, you have this but it's not recorded, so I decided to add that. Your welcome.}
"Welcome my ass, you should have added that before. Now your giving it to me as a reward and expect a thank you?"
{Uhhh…. Yeah, definitely?}
Jean groaned and tossed a pillow over his face.
*Your hopeless.*