I had a long dream. I don't recall much about it, but I can recall it was when I was eight years old.

I wasn't originally 27 years old like what my tampered memories suggest. I was originally 17 years old. There is only a difference of one year if compared to this 16-year-old body. The tampering with my memories is excessively brutal. This is why I can't forgive whoever did this to me.

When I woke up, I am already in the infirmary, bandages covering me from head to toe. I have been in a coma state for a week. I need to stay for a month more to fully recover.

Looks like I can maintain this mob life as I slowly fade and blend with the background once more. I just have to be more careful.

The trick is to avoid everyone's eyesight. Give it a month, and they'll forget me. After my recovery, when I attend class, I will try my best to be as inconspicuous as possible.

My [Mind Over Body] also have conceptual traits, albeit slight. So going invisible is not impossible. An individual's mutation will be able to interfere with concepts once they reach the magical-grade. Lorie's luck powers are an exception, a rare case of diversion. Her powers are like the 'King of Concepts'.

Sigh... I stopped my self-reflection given the entrance of a visitor.

Celine, the academy doctor was surprised by my recovery. She said that a week is too fast for my fatally injured body.

"You didn't use your Special Ability did you?"

"I am unconscious ma'am, how can I do that?"

Special Abilities are like organs, they are both voluntary and involuntary. We don't have a way of knowing if my mutation was triggered by my injuries.

"Let's extend your rest for a week so that we don't have any problems in the future."

Sure, I am all-go for it...

Wait, how about my grades?

Celine saw her patient's bulging eyes. It looked comical, but she stifled her laugh.

I saw it! You laughed!

But.

"This is no joke, doc. How about my grades?"

"You will be fine, there is still next year to try."

No, there is no next year for me! I have to stay with the main cast. I need a close watch on them, since there are irreversible threats, that even I, the author of Mutagenic Medieval don't know.

"Doc, I can like..."

"You can't negotiate with me. There are far more concerning things you are ought to answer, good luck with that."

Huh? After Celine took some of her stuff to the infirmary, she left. I can hear the loud slam of the door.

Then a gentle slide... then footsteps... there were two of them. A visitor perhaps?

"I am Merrick Wander, Head Professor. I have questions," The Master Magician introduced himself and his purpose in a brief and convincing manner. He continued "The person by my side is Jimmy Simmons, he won't participate in the interrogation. He is just an observer... Like a dropout who came back for a reassessment, since he is too much of a good for nothing."

"Isn't that too much? I am a professional journalist!"

"And I am a Head Professor."

"I wrote many articles, many rely on the—"

"I am a Head Professor."

"I am a renowned writer of—"

"I am a Head Professor."

Their comedic skit is not cheering me up at all. Invisible sweat gathered on my forehead. Jimmy Simmons, that's a living lie detector.

Merrick's gaze has tangible weight, given his history of killing. "What happened to you? Don't you know the rooftops are off-limits?"

"Ummm... No? I didn't read the guidelines, hehehe... As to what happened to me... Sigh... This is embarrassing... I slipped." I playfully knocked my forehead like an idiot would when a person is lying, this is my most convincing act. I hope this works.

"Is that all?" Merrick glanced at his companion asking if there is something wrong with my statement. My observation abilities can see this clear as day. They are in doubt, and Jimmy frowning that intense isn't helping my confidence.

"Are you using your ability?" Jimmy asked.

"Huh?"

"Your Special Ability. The principal told me that you can think simultaneously, allowing yourself a cloak from psychic abilities. Every lie detection is known to be psychic in nature, but not mine."

Jimmy is coming off clean with his lie detection abilities. I have a clue as to why. He can't read me, or he can only read a small glimpse of me. The reason why I am acting like an idiot while speaking relatively truthful words is to test the extent of Jimmy's powers.

"No, I am not using it." Again, I spoke the truth.

"You are unconsciously interfering with my Special Ability. I am certain it's not your intention, but it is coming off too naturally from you, like an instinct, so I had to inquire."

That makes sense. He won't come clean with his lie detection if that's the case. Psychic lie detection abilities rely on logic and constructive discernment, but Jimmy's power works differently. He weighs the sincerity of the soul.

My recent experience in the mysterious mental world allowed me to see my soul from a different perspective. This allowed me the feat of even fooling Jimmy's eyes, that is through by evading the question while acting in an unconvincing manner.

I can't tell them I went crazy, fought my internal turmoil, and whatnot.

"There's no problem at all. He is clean." Jimmy said to Merrick subtly suggesting that its is time for them to leave,

"Last question, why did you go to the rooftop?" but Merrick's gaze is not leaving me alone. He crouched leveling his eyes to mine. I can feel his killing intent, this confirms that my Special Ability possesses conceptual traits.

"I... I got depressed from becoming the champion, I guess..."

"Wait, you are the champion?" That was not the answer I was expecting.

"..."

Even Jimmy is speechless.

***

I finally recovered from my grievous injury. It was a long month, and Deron has long taken the spotlight from me since the last assessment.

Deron was making quite the ruckus in the academy as he build his reputation with the second year. He had an argument with the second year, which will escalate to something big later. The fact Pierre and Cain are also joining in the chaos is not helping at all.

Well, it helped me. Hahahaha, I am back again to my obscure identity of a nameless mob.

Hooray.

I entered the classroom for Class A.

"Looks like I am early, the first to arrive... Ain't that nice?"

***

Somehow, I miss Zentury. Their ranking system is so much simpler than Hero Society's fancy titles of Hero-King, 12 pillars, etcetera. The Hero Society is more efficient and effective than Zentury's policies given the goodwill they have accumulated in their hero propagandas. Meanwhile, Zentury is too materialistic and focuses too much on maintaining itself as a hidden organization.

Zentury determines someone's status by their job position, and the responsibilities entrusted to them. They are very professional, follow a strict corporate style, and are economical.

For example, the cleaner who saved my ass. That guy is certainly above me. I know the inner workings of many organizations in this world given my identity, like the Hero Society, different Sects, the empire, and more.

A liberal cleaner like that at least has a battle power equivalent to an executive. Minions that awaken considerable Special Abilities that don't want to become executives are given miscellaneous jobs like this— of course, their pays are so much above the normal rates of a regular cleaner in an average office. They act more as a guard for Zentury.

Knowing that fact, I felt that my defection has become quite a dumb decision even though it wasn't me who made this decision. It is possible for me to return by mending my flesh but it would be too much of a hassle. There will be scrutiny, checks, and a half-year-long suspension.

Sigh... I am sighing more now, huh? 'Tis a depressing day to live.

I can't help but recall Zentury since an event featuring them will be coming soon, and when they do, I shall be prepared.

***

TRIVIA!

Slime— They come in different colors and attributes. Blue means psychic, red means vitality, silver means minerals, green means toxic, and a lot more other colorful variants. These slimes are either miserably strong or weak. They are the rarest monster out there.

"Blub-blub-blub..."

Their origins remain a mystery to this day. Their strength cannot be judged under the known logical scale.

STRENGTH: Unpredictability

WEAKNESS: Varied