Anvil filled out the form in the dormitory office and took the key to his room. The key was a sleek keycard connected to the watch he wore.
He could just use the watch to scan the scanner and unlock the door, but there was also a keycard in case something happened to the watch, or he happened to lose it.
The keycard also had the room number on it, along with his name and photo, so it was more for confirmation that the room belonged to him than a key itself.
Anvil found his room on the fifth floor. The dormitory was a huge building with 90 floors. There were many rooms, and thousands of students lived here.
Male and female dormitories were separated. There was an entirely different building for females.
Anvil entered his room. It had a nice, simplistic interior:
A soft carpet on the floor, a bed to the side, a desk, a laptop, a closet, and finally a bathroom.
It was the kind of house Anvil had once fantasized about. However, seeing it up close made him feel strange, as if this place didn't suit him.
"Amazing." Still, he admired every aspect of the room. The white paint was really smooth and looked neat.
He sat on the bed. It was comfortable. He looked at the laptop—
A device Anvil had never touched. He knew what it was, as he had seen it in the offices where soldiers resided.
Anvil didn't dare to touch it, fearing he might break it accidentally.
He walked into the bathroom. It was small but fitting for a single person. The tiles were smooth but not slippery.
He looked at the shower, the tap, and the sink. He also glanced at the toilet.
After fumbling around, he got used to almost everything. They weren't complicated.
He took his clothes and had a nice shower. A feeling of extreme satisfaction drowned him as the water was just the right temperature.
He, who always bathed in cold water even in winter, felt the luxury of bathing in water at just the right temperature.
As the water hit him, dirt flowed away. He rarely bathed, so dirt had accumulated on his body. It was wondrous that he didn't smell awful.
After scrubbing all the dirt off his skin, he looked at the mirror.
He looked refreshed and handsome. His skin was fair—not pale, but just the right shade. His body was toned. However, his facial features were a little off, so he didn't look that handsome, but he was still pleasing to the eyes.
After the shower, he changed into another set of clothes he found in the closet. Amazingly, they were just his size.
"Did they set it up?" Anvil wondered, but he didn't care much and jumped on the bed.
"Woah… this is the life every man dreams of." With a pleasant expression on his face, he fell asleep quickly.
"Anvil? A pest is near my daughter." A man in a high-rise building looked at the information and pictures of Anvil with disdain.
"Yes sir. It was your daughter who was fawning over him," a woman said respectfully.
"Tsk. Don't the academy staff know no one is allowed near her? Warn him once. If he doesn't comply, finish him off." He spoke with a nonchalant expression, as if he was used to it.
"Yes sir." The woman bowed. "If I may be preposterous, can I ask you something?"
"What?" the man replied with an annoyed face.
"Why is no one allowed near your daughter? Not even girls. I mean, shouldn't she have friends? She might be lonely."
"Ahahaha." The man suddenly erupted into laughter. His hideous face looked terrifying when he laughed.
He raised his muscular seven-foot-tall body.
"Come here," he ordered the woman.
The young woman in her twenties obediently walked toward him. She was beautiful, with long black hair, and wore a shirt stretched to its limits, barely managing to hide her curves.
The skirt she wore was short, barely covering her thighs.
The man looked at her with the eyes of a predator sizing up its prey.
As she stood before him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. His hands gripped her juicy ass as he whispered:
"She is saved for me."
"Huh?"
The woman didn't mind his actions, but what she heard startled her. "But she is your daughter," she retorted instinctively.
Realizing she had spoken something she shouldn't, she immediately shut her mouth.
"Ahahahaha!" The man laughed again. "She is a Natural [Awakened] and has an [Adapted Body]. She inherited my genes. So if we both have a baby, it will inherit both our genes and awaken power that would transcend normal humans. At the very least, the child will be SS-ranked the moment it is born. If we're lucky, it could be the strongest human in history." He paused, his breathing ragged.
"Yes, then I will kill the child and eat him. His powers will be mine. Then I will be the strongest human in the world. That old bastard—just because he's the strongest in the world—enforces rules to restrict us!" Suddenly, he roared in rage.
"Just wait. Once I obtain power, I will turn this world into my playground! That's why! That girl, the key to my future powers, mustn't be hurt, mustn't have freedom, and no one should be near her. If it weren't for that old bastard, I would have locked her in the basement. Just wait… it's only three years! Once she turns 21, I can… I can finally have my way with her. Ahahaha!"
His entire face flushed as he imagined the future. His grip grew stronger.
"Ah!" The girl moaned.
But that was just the beginning.
As he pounced on her and ravaged her, the woman's cries of agony echoed.
The miserable cries were bone-chilling…
After an hour…
The floor was nothing but a bloody mess. But there was no corpse.
The man, naked, looked outside the window while licking his lips. His entire body was covered in blood.
"What delicious meat. Hire more girls like her next time."
"Okay, sir!"
A voice came from somewhere, though no one else was in the room.
The man looked satisfied.
A fleshy black goo suddenly emerged from his back and licked the floor. All the blood from the floor and even his body was licked clean by it.
"Ah. Just wait. I will transcend all power and become the strongest. Then I will rule this world and eat more meat until I satisfy my craving." He spoke to himself as the black goo covered his body.
The goo transformed into a black suit.
The man, satisfied, sat at his desk and continued his work.
"Anvil! Anvil!" A girl's voice woke him from his slumber.
"Who?" Anvil slowly opened his eyes groggily.
"Huh?" He was confused, his body heavy.
His vision cleared as he saw Lotus on top of him, calling to him with a smile on her face.
"Ah! You're awake!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Can you get off?" Anvil asked.
While the girl was light and still a child, the way she sat was dangerous. Though there was a quilt as cover, Anvil's morning wood was rising.
It would be embarrassing even for him if he let a girl—even a child—see that.
So he first asked politely, since it was just morning and not a time for violence.
"No. Just tell me, why didn't you let me bring you to the dormitory? Why did you leave me?! And why did you come late at night?!" She started questioning him like a wife interrogating her husband.
"Not your damn business!" He sat up, grabbed Lotus by the shoulder, and threw her off the bed.
"Ah! Wait, wait!" she cried as she hit the ground like trash.
Her teary eyes looked at him while Anvil picked her up by the neck, like someone grabbing a stray cat, and threw her out of the room.
"What a pain in the ass," Anvil complained as he changed his clothes.
Author's Note: From tomorrow, one chapter will be published a day steadily. Sorry for the delays.