The expulsion notice fluttered to the floor. Dean's **STATUS SCREEN** blazed:
**ANHS CREDITS: [0 → 1000000]**
**SP REWARD: \[10000\]**
**NEW WORLDS UNLOCKED: \[HIGH SCHOOL DXD - 7000 SP\]**
Dean exhaled through his nose as the classroom's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The expulsion notice had been a formality—he'd already hacked the school's mainframe three days ago, rerouting every disciplinary point into his own account. The teacher's mouth was still moving, her words sluggish to his NZT-accelerated perception: *"...unprecedented breach of conduct..."*
Loki, now disguised as a transfer student with unnervingly perfect bangs, kicked Dean's chair. "Boring," he whispered. "When do we burn it down?"
Dean's gaze flicked to the **STATUS SCREEN** pulsing on his wrist:
**WHITE ROOM AGENT LOCATION: \[NORTH WING - 00:01:23\]**
He stood. The class held its breath.
"Checkmate," Dean said, and threw his chair through the window.
—
Glass rained onto the quad below. The **STATUS SCREEN** updated in real-time as Dean sprinted down the hallway:
**ANHS DEFCON LEVEL: \[3 → 1\]**
**LOCKDOWN INITIATED**
**WHITE ROOM AGENT STATUS: \[ENGAGED\]**
Loki kept pace effortlessly, his uniform melting into tactical gear. "They've got snipers."
Dean vaulted a flipped desk. "I know."
A bullet shattered the fire extinguisher beside his head. His Precognition mapped the trajectories—three shooters, rooftop positions, reload cycles staggered at 2.7-second intervals. He grinned.
The **STATUS SCREEN** flashed red:
**EMERGENCY PURCHASE: \[TELEKINETIC PULSE - 3000 SP\]**
Dean didn't stop running. He snapped his fingers.
Every sniper rifle in a half-kilometer radius twisted into pretzels.
—
The White Room agent died with Loki's dagger in his throat. Dean pried the man's eyepiece off, splicing it into his **STATUS SCREEN**:
**ANHS MASTER OVERRIDE: \[ACTIVE\]**
**DIRECTOR'S VOICE PRINT: \[ACQUIRED\]**
Loki wiped blood on the agent's blazer. "This world's disappointingly soft."
Dean uploaded the expulsion order to every screen in Tokyo. "Wait for it."
The **STATUS SCREEN** chimed:
**ANHS SOCIOPATHIC CONDITIONING: \[100% DISABLED\]**
**STUDENT REBELLION: \[IN PROGRESS\]**
Screams erupted from the courtyard. Loki perked up. "Ah. There's the chaos."
—
They stood on the school roof as the riots spread. Dean's **STATUS SCREEN** scrolled victory conditions:
**DISMANTLE ANHS: \[COMPLETE\]**
**SP AWARDED: \[10000\]**
**NEXT WORLD: \[HIGH SCHOOL DXD - 7000 SP\]**
Loki eyed the burning sports field. "Demons next?"
Dean's grin was a scalpel. "Worse." He swiped **Confirm**.