It was an obvious mistake that got me to believe things would go the way I expected. The thought of me getting into situations like this while I'm hurrying for the academy exams…
The gangs were standing around the road. The guy who was talking a while ago is right in front of me.
The guy who is riding the car is kinda smirking. He thinks I don't get it. The reason why he called the skinny-ass guy and told him to give me a uniform is most likely a code.
That's why he was trying to talk to me about normal shit.
I turned around and gave him a death stare. He smirked and slowly faded. I just kept staring at him. He wasn't able to just turn away. I slowly realized he's getting a worried face. His eyes waved, looking everywhere on my face. He was forcing himself to keep eye contact.
Such a lowly thug.
That's why I raised my volume, bending my head to my right side. "You think I don't know?… Such a stupid thug."
"Listen, I'm gonna be honest with you right now—I have a serious exam, so I gotta go. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna fight. Might as well kill you all one by one if I won't make it."
"What?" The one facing me, acting all high and mighty, was left conflicted. The others felt confused now.
The guy who was driving responded, playing confident. "Yeah, you finally figured it out, right…?"
"So anyway… Drive me there, and let's finish things after I come back from the academy. And let me keep the uniform as well—I kinda like it."
He glares at me without even a single blink. After a bit of a second, he changed his facial expression. "Okay, you win, kid. You win… We'll let you go for now, but you better return."
I happily smiled and walked back to the car. He was still very suspicious about it. He waved his hands for the gangs. All of them were disappointed somehow. Of course, they would be—doing this for money will definitely make them upset.
They finally found a target who would come right to their local area. They feel like they almost have authority over it.
They are all murmuring and skimming:
"That little shit…"
"Motherfucker, who the fuck does he think he is? Maybe his daddy knows better…"
"Damn it, we look so stupid… We should have just jumped in and beat the shit out of him…"
The car traveled even faster than before toward the academy.
The academy wasn't as far as it seemed; it was quite short. It's just that I thought we were going to go straight, which seems pretty impossible, but we took the second path, which is a cover, driving me right in front of the back gate of the academy.
I got out, finally breathing the academy's fresh air coming through the gate—as if I actually thought I wouldn't make it. Today was my worst day ever; these three days have been massive hits and problematic as well.
I met upperclassmen and even got swept into their problems. Got to talk to the princess.
I'm now ready to begin my life—my own life in the academy. My classmates or whatever—I want to see and feel it all.
The guy told me to come to him right away…
Such a lousy-ass guy. Stick-man people ain't a problem to me.
Feeling the soft, well-made harem pants—it was awesome. My skin felt like a butterfly that just came out of its shell.
It boosts confidence as well. Maybe it doesn't promise etiquette, but no matter what happens, it promises confidence. My personal selfish way of expressing the one and only fashion I love.
As I passed through the gate, I saw this one teacher standing. He called me to come over. Of course, I didn't bother trying to check on him. But the closer I got to him, the more I got this déjà vu feeling.
Once I passed the entrance road and saw who he was… it was the principal. He smiled as if nothing happened between us. He laughed, even handshakes too.
That's the power of playing it safe.
"Hoo… Good heavens, why are you here at this time? The exam had begun, my child."
"Oh, sorry… I was a bit late."
The other teachers were looking at me, and they noticed the harem pants so well… Wow, they almost ate it with their eyes. One of them said, "Go on now, don't stand here like a stupid."
I gave him a cold stare, smiling a bit. I turned around and walked to the building.
The building I'm going to take the exam in is different. It was a special one that can guarantee that I'm set for the highest classes.
The problem is that if I fail the exam, all that hard work would be for nothing.
I finally reached the room. I knocked on the door. The examiners are over 20 teachers. I was mad crazy. Why are there 20 teachers to examine 50 students?
Each student had their own chair and a small-sized table with the chair. At the edge of the table, there are barriers perfectly made invisible. The moment you sit down, they will lock, leaving the students inside a box.
The funniest thing is that you can see what's happening perfectly from the outside, but it's a dead wall with nothing but perfect white color walls from the inside.
That's why these kinds of barriers are called… "Perplex Spells."
One of the teachers who opened the door checked me from the bottom of my feet to my hair. I was low-key scared a bit. Not too much, though—I breathed in and out once.
Slowly adjusting my voice, I flipped my hand, showing my palms as if I'm praying.
"Sorry to bother you, sorry, great teach. I got gang problems…"
The teacher looked mad. "It's okay. Now get in and sit in your designated seat."
I calmly shook my head up and down. I entered after waiting for the teacher; he said to follow him, and I walked behind him.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Jane."
He took out a mirror called Reflector. It displays images only if it's been loaded with light magic mana.
He scrolled the small mirror that enlarged as a table right in front of him. When he stopped at the name Jane.
He looked at my family name… I honestly don't know my family name yet…
Of course, I didn't get adopted by the Hazen family. It was due to Ed's selfishness that I'm even in his house.
In this kingdom, for a family to adopt children, they must have a child themselves. And if they don't have one, they have to break up. As long as a family doesn't have a child, it can't adopt.
The nobles here are getting more and more filthy as time passes. Maybe Ed might not adopt me, but his father—the elder leader of the Hazen family—can.
Anyway, the teacher was left speechless, and he guided me out of fear. He told me to sit and relax. I sat down, looking at my exams. I was waiting for a paper exam, but the exam was on this Reflector.
I tap on the table, which will scan my face, eyes, and nails. From that point on, whenever I go, I will be recognized as a highest-class student.
Even so, if I fail the exam, I'm dead. No getting into the highest classes…
The first exam was a bit hard.
[How can a person's body be replaced with magic? Write two detailed paragraphs about it.]
Then I wrote:
[The reason is simple… yet complicated. Our body needs mana to replenish its cells, and we use mana throughout our life. It might be consciously or unconsciously… It doesn't matter. The humans who are able to do body replacement—I'm not even sure if they are human at this point—are becoming one with magic and accepting it. As I have read some books, it seems like a rather ironic theory.
The body replacing itself with magic means that no matter what the attacks are, as long as it's just a body-level attack, it can't affect the real body. The magic will blend into one form, and that form is our ultimate flesh. So where do our bones, flesh, and stuff go? For our magic creating a copy of ourselves and replacing it, for the most part, it's because our body replaces the soul.
Then the soul ends up being an instinct. We feel as if we know everything. What that means is that our super-conscious takes over everything, leaving our soul to aid the fake body and become our instinct.
Complicated yet simple—but hard to explain.]
I already know why they would ask a question like this at the start. Most people feel intimidated by it.
But I fear nothing. Yes, I fear nothing. Why would I?
I answered a couple of equations.
Then I stopped at one… page, staring at it pissed off…
The question says:
[CAN A HUMAN BECOME AN ARTIFACT??]
I ANSWERED:
[I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO MADE THIS TEXT—SPECIFICALLY THIS QUESTION…]