Chapter 31

He had originally intended to blast a generic contact text across his contacts, yet due to a careless slip of his hand, he accidentally pulled them all straight into a group chat layout.

The messages flooded the screen instantly in a dense horde.

Chubby Mushroom: [Super effective weight-loss pills!]

60% Off Fortune Telling: [The marriage certificate of the CP I am shipping!]

Caleb: [A passionate spring night alongside a goddess!]

Milo: [A passionate spring night alongside a god!]

Caleb: [Hold on, Ash, did you accidentally leave someone out when you pulled us in?]

Elliot: [Stop using our birthdays as a hypothetical scenario. Just speak flatly—do you desperately want to deliver a gift to Sebastian? If it's a gift for Sebastian, it's exceptionally easy to handle. Whatever you personally deliver will suffice.]

Elliot: [You can look upon Milo's suggestion as a baseline reference.]

Asher: [How on earth should I reference that? Tracking down a male companion for Sebastian? Is that a violation of the law or not?]

Sebastian: [Theoretically speaking, executing a payment violates the law; refraining from a payment does not.]

Milo: ...

Mason: ...

Eugene: ...

Elliot: ...

Everyone stared at the text layout reading "Caleb invited Sebastian to join the group chat" for three solid seconds.

Subsequently, they exited the group chat one after another.

Caleb: [??? What exactly happened? Why did you all bolt? Are you guys isolating me or are you isolating Boss Seb?]

Caleb: [Holy sh—! You guys are calculating to track down a male companion for Boss Seb?! This intense?!]

Asher exited the group chat instantly, tossing his phone aside before utilizing a pillow to completely cover his head, desperately wishing he could end his existence right on the spot.

A pack of absolute idiots.

He finally reached a perfect comprehension regarding why Sebastian was entirely unwilling to make friends. Because you had zero idea whether this pack of friends would execute a cycle of excavating craters along the path, before casually burying your frame along the way anyway.

The phone rolled onto the floor, letting out a relentless cycle of ding-dong ding-dong rackets, yet Asher pretended to remain completely deaf.

He had originally wanted to engineer a birthday surprise for Sebastian, only to be personally caught in the act of discussing tracking down a male companion for him alongside Elliot.

He literally wanted to smother himself to death.

But for teenage boys at this exact age, launching a wave of locker-room talk seemed remarkably normal, right? It had hardly reached a threshold necessitating a humiliated suicide, had it? It wasn't as if his system completely lacked the capacity to dismiss it, was it?

The phone that had been letting out a relentless cycle of ding-dong ding-dong signals finally ground to a halt.

The door handle rattled.

Accompanied by Sebastian's low voice: "What's this? Possessing the nerve to track down a companion for my frame, yet lacking the nerve to reply to my messages? Could it be that right now, you lack the absolute courage to even unlock the door for me?"

Asher: ...

Dismissing it is completely out of the question; let's just directly launch a reincarnation command instead.

Covering his head, he uttered not a single syllable, playing dead.

The sound of the door handle being twisted drifted inside: "If you refrain from speaking, I’m stepping straight inside, then."

"Don't! I am stripped of clothing!" Asher yanked his head out from beneath the pillow, blurting out random words without a single shred of discretion.

Sebastian let out a soft chuckle. "Turned out you harbor an actual preference of this nature while resting at home? What happens if my desire to step inside expands even further now?"

"..." Asher’s breathing choked instantly. Since when did an individual like Sebastian become this skilled at launching locker-room talk?

"Boundaries exist between Alphas and Omegas, do you possess zero comprehension? How the hell can you act this reckless?"

"Outmatching your recklessness?"

"..." Every single time Asher tumbled into absolute embarrassment, his guilty front would override his capacity to speak, rendering him completely silent. Simmering for a long while, he finally choked out a line: "I have drifted off to sleep."

Sebastian suppressed his amusement. "Passable enough, you have drifted off to sleep. Then I’ll trouble you to deliver a line to a certain someone on my behalf—disclosing that I possess zero requirement for any birthday gifts, nor do I require a single slice of ceremonial layout. I am an individual who is highly averse to troubling others, and I am highly averse to vibrant crowds."

"Uh, caught the signal. I’ll deliver the line, depart from the door."

For some unknown reason, Sebastian picked up on a sliver of muted displeasure and a trace of grievance scoring Asher's voice.

Hesitating for a brief moment, he ultimately released his grip from the door handle, turning his frame around to depart.

The demonic senior year remained a demonic senior year after all. The exact fraction of a second they returned from the expansion training camp, every single individual was seamlessly integrated straight back into the layout consisting of grinding through test papers, explaining complex items, and anchoring core knowledge blocks. Those individuals who were habitually loose, boisterous, and entirely stripped of a serious posture all transformed into cold, ruthless problem-grinding mechanisms.

The brief window of vibrant excitement and boisterous clamor settled into a deep silence, exactly as if it were merely a sallow, lengthy memory that inflicted zero waves of pain. Only Asher and Sebastian possessed the absolute awareness that throughout those past five days, the unyielding wall of ice stacked across three full years had melted completely into the long streets the exact fraction of a second the morning sun broke past the horizon.

Taking its place was an alternative wave of subtle, awkward friction.

Even though absolutely no one possessed the courage to mention that intense discussion concerning a passionate spring night and a companion—everyone prioritizing their own safety—Asher, whose skin was exceptionally thin, tumbled into an absolute bottleneck of awkwardness regardless.

Refraining from delivering a single word for the entire day, he buried his head to frantically grind through a volume of college entrance examination reading comprehension past papers. Encircled by a massive horde of bald students who were currently being tortured to the threshold of absolute death by mathematics and the comprehensive science track, his posture appeared exceptionally pristine and unconventional.

Mr. Bennett was moved to the extent that a torrent of tears nearly erupted from his eyes. Removing his glasses, he cradled his face with a single hand, his shoulders trembling with an intense agitation that left him completely speechless for a long while.

Finally wiping the corners of his eyes and restoring his glasses to their upstanding position, he patted Asher's shoulder: "I possessed absolute certainty that a day would come when I could successfully witness your system returning its heart to the track. Every single instance of unrequited hope across this universe is thoroughly worth the cost."

Then, moving along a halting pace to depart, his silhouette looked profoundly archaic yet thoroughly satisfied.

Asher: "...To that extreme? Did I treat the humanities language track with this much contempt in the past?"

"You definitively did."

While pushing Mason away, Caleb let out a biting text line, before squeezing his frame straight past the gap between the desks, executing a rapid swoosh as he bolted a far distance away.

Squeezing to an extent that Asher's pen dropped straight onto the floor.

His brows knitted with absolute displeasure: "Is he racing to catch a reincarnation cycle?"

Mason took total joy in his misery: "He consumed far too much meat entirely on his own yesterday, triggering a catastrophic diarrhea command. Would you state whether the definitive reason for his state tracks to the reality that he executed too many wicked deeds on regular days? Across this many people, why on earth is he the solitary individual suffering from diarrhea?"

"In truth, my own system feels a fraction uncomfortable too." Asher retrieved his pen, delivering a casual blurt out of nowhere. "My stomach ached for the entire night, and the discomfort remains intense right now."

Mason executed his routine double standard: "Your state matches a young master's delicate physique, exceptionally valuable. Caleb's state is a pure consequence of his own sins—completely mismatched."

Currently engaged in revising his error notebook, Sebastian froze his hand right in the middle of a formula layout, refraining from writing further as he stood fully upright. "I'm stepping out for a brief moment."

Asher raised an eyebrow: "The dinner window is nearly closed, what the hell are you stepping out for? Calculated to skip the evening self-study period?"

Sebastian let out a soft chuckle. "Skipping the evening self-study period necessitates dragging your frame along to execute a collaborative wicked deed, doesn't it? Otherwise, what happens if you turn your back to file a complaint to my aunt?"

Finishing his line, he marched off while holding his phone.

Asher curled his lip, burying his head to continue grinding through his reading comprehension paper. Working for a long while, he failed to crack a single question from start to finish.

He simply couldn't comprehend whether these exam-engineering instructors suffered from a structural defect in their brains—why on earth did they constantly interrogate him regarding exactly what thoughts were locked inside the author's mind? Does his frame look like an individual possessing the capacity to blindly guess exactly what thoughts are locked inside an author's mind?

Sebastian was currently standing right next to his frame letting out actual breaths of air, yet he completely failed to guess his true thoughts. As for these individuals who had been deceased for several decades and whose faces he had never once encountered, what on earth was he supposed to weaponize to guess their thoughts?

Irritable.

"Mathematics and physics remain far more endearing—exceptionally simple. Just casually scribbling a few lines secures a perfect score."

Asher carelessly mumbled the line out loud, driving every single individual in the vicinity to execute a synchronized turn of their heads to stare at his frame with expressions that perfectly evaluated an absolute freak.

Eugene went as far as to drop into an absolute swoon on the spot: "If my system hadn't relied on fortune telling to secure every single answer across the multiple-choice section, the combined total of my physics and mathematics scores wouldn't even match your language score."

"Fortune telling can secure multiple-choice answers?! Holy sh—, Eugene, teach my frame right now, I’ll sponsor your chicken rolls for an entire academic semester!"

The spectating crowd whose intelligence failed to match the big shot anchored their lingering hopes onto metaphysics.

Eugene shook his folding fan with total arrogance: "That is an absolute certainty. Your companion young Eugene has never once experienced a failure across the fortune-telling track. Except it's an absolute exclusive secret layout, completely barred from external distribution."

Mason delivered an instant face-slap line: "Didn't your system also calculate that Ash was an Omega, and that Ash and Boss Seb were a matching pair? Tracing along that line, does accuracy remain? Does your face ache?"

Eugene: "..."

Asher: "..."

Eugene felt a trace of awkwardness, and Asher felt an even greater threshold of awkwardness.

Fortunately, Caleb clutched his stomach, returning along a thoroughly weakened frame, his voice as thin as a single thread of silk: "A decade of tensed waste has finally secured its desired release; I can drop dead right now with zero trace of regret across my existence."

Asher froze for a brief fraction of a second. Did the phrasing inherently layout in that exact manner? Was he exploiting his sallow language foundation?

Caleb moved along a staggering pace, keeping one hand braced against Asher's desk while delivering his words: "The moment I paced out to use the restroom just now, my eyes caught sight of the student pulling watch duty at the main gate. The student stated that an individual from an external school is looking for Boss Seb."

Asher’s vigilance was triggered instantly, lifting his head: "The front gate or the back gate?"

"The front gate, of course. How on earth could an external student track down the location of the back gate?"

Asher let out a shallow breath of relief.

The back gate of Riverdale Prep opened straight into a minor commercial street; skipping classes to step out of campus or purchasing items habitually tracked to the back gate. Therefore, Sebastian should have completely avoided running into that external student.

Both rationality and intuition delivered a crystal-clear disclosure to Asher's mind: that external student was Yellow Sea.

Standing fully upright, he snared his camp uniform jacket resting against the back of his chair to sling it over his frame while marching out. Taking two paces, he froze his movement to turn around and deliver a line to Caleb's group: "Refrain from disclosing to Sebastian that someone is looking for his frame. If he returns to initiate an interrogation, simply state that I paced toward the staff office to ask a question."

The moment Southaven slid into autumn, the temperature dropped with extreme speed. Encountering a gust of wind, the discomfort inside his stomach expanded further.

Draping the jacket loosely over his frame, Asher accelerated his pace to march toward the main gate.

Regarding the incident involving Yellow Mountain, he possessed absolute clarity.

An elite-training student who had transferred from a rural township bracket, his family background was impoverished. At the very start, he merely remained silent and thoroughly introverted to an excessive degree, causing the crowd to be entirely averse to launching dialogue alongside his frame. Subsequently, every single time the class initiated a collection of fees, he executed a relentless cycle of delaying payment. Once the instances expanded, the remaining members felt a trace of irritation.

Serving as the class representative back then, Sebastian delivered a personal layout to advance the funds for his frame every single time—devoid of any alternative intentions. Yet Yellow Mountain committed the text to his core memory, treating Sebastian strictly as his solitary friend.

Sebastian’s posture back then hadn't reached the freezing detachment he displayed right now; although his personality could hardly be described as boisterous, every single time Yellow Mountain approached his frame to request assistance, he would help as long as it sat within his capacity.

As it turned out later, someone alleged that Yellow Mountain had executed a theft command. Yellow Mountain refused to acknowledge the charge, requesting Sebastian to serve as a witness for his frame. Sebastian possessed zero methodology to engineer a witness statement, merely stating that regarding matters he lacked proper certainty across, he would refrain from delivering an opinion—yet the individuals asserting Yellow Mountain's theft strictly had to provide their own evidence layout.

Yellow Mountain calculated that Sebastian had executed an absolute betrayal against his frame.

Then, during that exact night, an item Sebastian had lost surfaced cleanly within Yellow Mountain's desk drawer.

He instructed Yellow Mountain to return the item to his frame, mentioning he could completely refrain from pursuing the matter, yet hoped Yellow Mountain would cease executing theft commands. Yellow Mountain, however, tossed the item straight down from the sixth floor of the building. Sebastian, whose emotions habitually refrained from triggering an intense agitation, unexpectedly unleashed an absolute fury that once—the two locking their frames to launch a battle of words inside the classroom, parting along a thoroughly ruined note.

As fate would have it, during the very next day, the individuals who had previously lost items assembled together to locate Yellow Mountain, intending to unleash a wave of anger, while Sebastian had requested a leave of absence to step out of campus.

The catastrophe transpired.

Asher felt Sebastian truly endured an absolute wave of groundless blame. At the age of thirteen, he was merely a child whose face was cold yet whose core harbored intense warmth, only to transform into the classic victim of an ungrateful snake.

Yet a specific matter remained completely untangled within his mind: Sebastian was entirely indifferent toward the vast majority of occurrences, and he harbored a minor trace of fastidiousness. If an item was stolen, he would likely discard any desire to possess it further. Yet that single once, he not only insisted on yanking it back, but even launched a full-scale battle of words.

Consequently, regarding what exact item Yellow Mountain had stolen, he had consistently maintained an intense curiosity, yet Sebastian refused to voice a single syllable.

If it were stated that Yellow Mountain's detestation toward Sebastian still traced an actual origin line, then Yellow Sea looking for trouble alongside Sebastian was a pure case of a reckless rogue desperately wanting funds.

Asher let out a cold scoff, discovering his frame had already reached the campus main gate.

From Monday to Friday, students were completely barred from exiting campus, and external individuals were completely barred from stepping inside. Yet Asher sat in a completely distinct track, because the security infrastructure of the school had been personally donated by his dad.

The exact fraction of a second he stepped outside the perimeter, his eyes locked onto Yellow Sea who was currently leaning against the external wall of the school.

A Beta possessing an entirely unremarkable appearance, draped in an ordinary High School No.1 uniform, yet inexplicably, he simply made a person feel thoroughly uncomfortable upon evaluation.

Yellow Sea's eyes locked onto his frame too, squinting to evaluate him for a brief moment before pulling a bizarre smile: "Turned out to be you. Sebastian lacks the absolute courage to arrive, so he dispatched your frame to take his place?"

"Sebastian is consumed by a massive horde of important tasks; my own system is a fraction more relaxed, catching a brief window to step out to evaluate his situation on his behalf." Asher draped the uniform jacket loosely over his frame, his tone thoroughly lazy. "Whatever lines you possess, deliver them quickly. Although I am relaxed, I am completely stripped of patience."

Yellow Sea also harbored zero desire to trace past memories, driving straight into his principal focus: "Did you children step inside my family's shop yesterday?"

"A pure coincidence, nothing more. Far from reaching a threshold necessitating your frame to take a massive trip over from a far distance."

Yellow Sea spat a glob of saliva onto the earth, grinding his foot over the spot a couple of times with a thoroughly cocky front: "My purpose for stepping over today is simply to demand a sum of funds from Sebastian. Compensation for psychological damage, do you possess clarity across that concept?"

"Compensation for psychological damage?" Asher let out a smile. He had genuinely never encountered an individual whose skin was this excessively thick and shameless. Taking a step forward to close the distance, he looked down toward Yellow Sea's frame from his elevated height: "I fail to completely process the logic. Based on what do you arrive here to demand compensation for psychological damage? Purely based on the reality that Sebastian was an absolute idiot, refraining from joining the remaining crowd to execute a bullying command against your brother?"

Yellow Sea’s logic was entirely warped, yet his posture remained completely boisterous: "I’ll simply ask your frame: if Sebastian hadn't treated my brother as an actual friend, why the hell did he advance the funds for him back then? If he treated my brother as an actual friend, based on what did he strictly have to secure rank one across every single exam, barring my brother from securing the scholarship funds? Does his frame lack that sliver of funds? Furthermore, he even launched a groundless accusation framing my brother for theft! On the day the catastrophe transpired, my brother clearly disclosed to his frame that he picked up a sensation that certain individuals were calculating to look for trouble, yet he still insisted on requesting a leave of absence to step out of campus—this perfectly demonstrates that he personally instructed that pack of individuals to execute the command! Therefore, with my brother encountering a catastrophe, can he refrain from assuming absolute responsibility? What exactly is wrong with my frame demanding a slice of compensation for psychological damage?"

Finishing his speech, he even waved his hand as if delivering a massive wave of merciful charity: "I am far from being greedy; the required threshold sits exceptionally low. Deliver two thousand to my palm—purchasing a few cigarettes to smoke, loading a bit of internet funds, and this matter counts as completely settled. Otherwise, I will definitively compile the entire sequence of events with absolute clarity, blasting it straight onto your school's forum, blasting it onto High School No.1's forum, and blasting it across public social media platforms—letting the entire world launch a thorough discussion block, evaluating exactly how Sebastian behaves as a proper human being."

He had completely slid into executing a reckless rogue front; to speak flatly, he simply wanted a slice of funds.

Asher lacked zero shortage of that sliver of funds.

Yet he would rather distribute funds to a common beggar on the street than deliver a single penny to the trash resting right right before his face.

Snatched Yellow Sea's collar with a sharp tug, he yanked his frame upward, pinning him flat against the brick wall. Curving his lips into a smile, he spoke: "Your brother personally harbored a structural psychological disease—theft compulsion pairing alongside absolute paranoia. Refraining from tracking down a proper physician to execute an observation, shifting the absolute blame onto others?"

"You are spewing absolute lies!"

"Whether my system is spewing absolute lies or otherwise is far from being a text line your frame can determine. In any case, from start to finish just now, the entire dialogue has been successfully recorded by my phone. Charging your frame for executing an extortion command against a minor won't cross the line into an exaggeration. Except I estimate you lack the absolute courage to mimic your brother to execute a leap command from a building. Therefore, whether you step inside to be locked away for several days when the time comes, or have your parents spend funds to secure an amicable settlement layout, evaluate the choice on your own."

Yellow Sea had refrained from pursuing upstanding tracks since childhood, habitually executing extortion commands to snare students' funds on regular days. He originally calculated that these young masters from wealthy backgrounds possessed massive funds and would turn out exceptionally easy to manipulate—willingly spending funds to purchase a slice of absolute peace. He hadn't anticipated running into an absolute brick wall.

Forced into a corner, his posture wilted instantly, yet his neck tensed: "If you refuse to deliver it, then forget it; let the matter drop. But my purpose for arriving today includes another matter—my brother desperately wants Sebastian to pace over to meet his frame once, mentioning he desires to cleanly untangle the internal hurdle locked within his past... Holy crap... you... you have gone completely insane..."

Asher hadn't gone insane; he was remarkably calm as he hoisted his arm, pressing it violently against Yellow Sea's neck. His fingers tightened around his collar, executing a reverse twist of a full loop, choking his airway until he completely failed to draw a proper breath of air.

His features turned entirely cold and fierce: "Then deliver a line to your brother on my behalf—disclosing that right now, Sebastian experiences an intense joy every single day exactly like an absolute idiot, stripped of a single internal hurdle necessitating a clean untangling. Doesn't he harbor an intense desire to comprehend exactly why Sebastian strictly had to request a leave of absence to step out of campus that day? I’ll disclose the truth to your frame: because during that exact day, I suffered a catastrophic acute gastroenteritis crisis, pacing toward the hospital. Therefore, if your pair of brothers strictly must track down a human frame to shift the absolute blame onto, log the charge straight onto my head—cease looking for trouble alongside Sebastian."

Yellow Sea desperately wanted to deliver a text line, yet Asher granted his frame zero opportunity: "And stop asking my system idiotic lines like 'what on earth happens if we insist on looking for trouble alongside Sebastian anyway.' My system won't execute anything dramatic—at the absolute most, however much discomfort Sebastian experiences, you and your brother will match that exact threshold of discomfort. I am entirely averse to threatening human beings, but if you want your parents to live out a few extra years of absolute peace across their existence, maintain your absolute boundaries carefully."

"Furthermore, if a day surfaces where Sebastian personally desires to launch a verbal barrage to lecture your brother, I will definitively accompany his frame over, but it’s far from being right now. Do you possess clarity?"

Yellow Sea had completely lost the capacity to draw a proper breath, his face flushing into a purplish-red hue, forcing him to nod his head with frantic desperation.

Asher released his grip, twirling his wrist with total laziness before turning his body around to march toward the school gate, showing zero desire to deliver a single extra glance.

Bending his frame, Yellow Sea drew several intense gasps of air, before abruptly letting out a mocking chuckle: "This pair of shoes resting on your feet—the current market value must outmatch seven or eight thousand at the absolute least, right?"

Asher froze his steps.

Yellow Sea continued his mocking smile: "I have fumbled with counterfeit versions of this model on regular days, yet I completely lack the capacity to even purchase a fake version. Do you possess the awareness that my brother actually detested Sebastian long before the catastrophe transpired? Individuals of your cloth—possessing massive funds, stellar academic records, flawless looks, loved across the board by every single individual, possessing everything across existence—before putting on a hypocritical front to treat others well, purely to satisfy that sliver of absolute superiority locked within your core systems. The exact fraction of a second your systems experience an unpleasant ripple, you yank that advanced charity cleanly back. Therefore, have your systems ever reflected on exactly what kind of sensation individuals of our cloth endure? Based on what do you look down upon our frames? You children simply lucked out to execute an excellent reincarnation cycle, nothing more."

Asher far from deemed his own system an upstanding saint, showing zero desire to detail a massive horde of logic alongside his frame, merely delivering a flat line: "Executing an excellent reincarnation cycle tracks to my own capability; your envy can completely never track it down. Refraining from securing an excellent reincarnation cycle yet managing to guide your existence onto an upstanding path tracks to another individual's capability; your envy can completely never track that down either."

Yet taking two paces, the imagery of the sallow, thin, withered yet kind and smiling couple from the BBQ joint yesterday flashed across his mind, leaving him completely unable to hold down a final line: "The current livelihood your household sustains was personally exchanged using two of your brother's legs. Across the entire household right now, you remain the solitary individual possessing a fully intact frame; can you find it within your existence to live out a lifestyle that mirrors a proper human being?"

Finishing this line, he truly turned his body to march off without a single glance backward.

Asher concluded his posture wasn't cool in the slightest.

He genuinely detested the individual named Yellow Mountain to the absolute core.

Sebastian merely looked cold on the surface, yet his internal thoughts were remarkably delicate and sensitive—burying every single emotional ripple deep within his core to digest it entirely on his own. Extending absolute kindness, only to reap a catastrophic wound; on top of the wound, he was even subjected to a layout consisting of tracking blame and deep detestation. He was clearly the definitive victim, yet because his core system harbored absolute kindness, he tumbled straight into a loop of self-blame.

Consequently, it was no wonder Sebastian guided his existence onto an increasingly cold, lonely path. If his own system hadn't remained behind to accompany his frame, what on earth separated him from an absolute solitary soul across the universe?

Asher suddenly lost a single shred of irritation regarding the reality that Sebastian had snared his school boss title and his rank one status.

This person's luck was this excessively sallow; yielding to him a fraction was remarkably upstanding after all.

While rubbing his stomach, he returned straight to the classroom.

Sebastian had already dropped his weight into his seat to initiate his problem-grinding task, while a cup of medication letting out plumes of hot steam was resting flatly on his own desk.

Asher’s brows knitted, turning his frame around with an intent to bolt.

Refraining from even lifting his head, Sebastian spoke flatly: "Return, consume the medication."

Asher calculated that being coaxed into consuming medication inside the classroom crossed the line into an absolute loss of face. He could only trudge over with absolute reluctance, looking upon the cup of medication with an expression packed with deep, bitter hatred.

He had just personally delivered an authority display to shield Sebastian's frame a moment ago, yet this individual turned his back to repay his kindness with an absolute act of hostility during the very next fraction of a second.

Stripped of a single shred of conscience.

Sebastian froze his pen, tilting his head sideways to look at him: "Wasn't your stomach uncomfortable?"

"I am entirely averse to drinking this model." Asher's tone already initiated a wave of child-like tantrum.

Sebastian mimicked the track for coaxing a minor child: "This model is sweet."

"A black liquid container, yet asserting it is sweet—across my entire existence tracking to this milestone, the solitary model I recognize is Coke."

"It truly is sweet, why on earth would I engineer a lie to deceive your frame?" Looking at Asher's solemn face, Sebastian genuinely harbored an intense desire to let out a smile.

Asher maintained his absolute zero conviction; he completely lacked the capacity to consume a single item carrying a bitter flavor—the moment it touched his system, his temper would explode instantly.

Lacking an alternative, Sebastian removed his thin-rimmed glasses, squeezing the bridge of his nose: "Back at the hospital, you stated that if I advanced assistance to your frame, you would grant my system an absolute requirement request?"

"...An occurrence of that nature indeed transpired."

"You personally asserted that you habitually keep your word?"

"Yes... but..."

"My absolute requirement request is: across your three daily meals, you will punctually consume this gastritis granule medication, completing an entire course of treatment."

"Hold on." Asher finally failed to restrain his system. "An excellent opportunity of this nature, and you completely waste its threshold on this front? A collaborative wicked deed that inflicts a wound on another while yielding zero personal benefit—what on earth kind of benefit does it deliver to your own frame? You strictly should at least raise a request possessing an upstanding value, shouldn't you?"

Sebastian deployed a classic move to deflect the force, speaking with total nonchalance: "Refraining from granting your consent is completely acceptable, remarkably normal."

"..."

Calculating predator! He unexpectedly weaponized a goading strategy!

Setting his face in a hard line and holding his breath, Asher drained the container in a single go.

Uh...

It unexpectedly and genuinely turned out sweet.

Asher licked the corner of his lips, speaking with a trace of embarrassed discomfort: "Uh, that request—I calculate it falls short of counting as an actual request. If you want to swap it out for an alternative model, it’s far from being out of the question."

While his right hand continued to execute a writing command, Sebastian's left hand delivered a cup of warm water resting on his own desk over: "No need. Drink a slice of water to rinse your mouth, otherwise your mouth will turn bitter in a bit."

A piece of milk candy stealthily slipped out from his left palm, the landing spot perfectly blocked from view by the cup—invisible tracking along another individual's line of sight.

Asher swiftly swept the candy beneath the desk line, peeling it open before tossing it straight inside his mouth. Cradling the candy within his mouth, threads of milk sweetness seeped out across the tip of his tongue.

Not a single soul detected the occurrence, leaving the glorious imagery of his status as school boss completely uncompromised.

Asher suddenly picked up a sensation that this person named Sebastian actually seemed to harbor a trace of excellence after all—merely his mouth was packed with toxic friction, yet his core system was entirely stripped of calculated schemes, turning out remarkably thoughtful too. He had thoroughly misjudged his frame in the past.

Connecting it back to the reality that this person's luck had proceeded with absolute sallow misery since childhood, constantly encountering catastrophic events, yet he managed to preserve this level of kind warmth within his core, a slice of aching tenderness unexpectedly surfaced within his heart. He established an absolute determination to treat Sebastian a fraction better in the future.

His own friends would serve as Sebastian’s friends, his own parents would serve as Sebastian’s parents, and his own luck could completely be distributed to Sebastian’s frame.

In any case, he would ensure Sebastian guided his existence onto an increasingly flawless path.

Meanwhile, the companion Sebastian whose core system was "entirely stripped of calculated schemes" flatly turned over a fresh page of his problem-grinding booklet.

Asher turned out to be remarkably easy to coax; down the line, he estimated he could successfully coax a massive horde of opportunities to raise requirement requests anyway, leaving this single instance far from being a waste. In any case, his absolute greatest requirement concerning Asher was to ensure he lived out a healthy, joyful existence hitting his one-hundred-and-twentieth milestone.

But reflecting along this line, it wasn't completely out of the question to celebrate an actual birthday after all.

Coaxing Asher into owing his frame several adulthood requests would yield an upstanding benefit for modulating their future emotional life, counting as an exceptionally excellent idea.

Sebastian gave his pen a slight spin, his thoughts drifting off target.