I woke up in a daze. I think, I just had the weirdest dream ever.

Hmmm… I was talking to a baby, having a civil conversation, and even having some tea. As it was a dream, I can’t remember much.

If I am not mistaken, that baby might be the ‘Infant’ that I saw in my mental world.

“You are awake.” It was an unfamiliar nurse that called to me. “Let me check your blood pressure, but before that, I’ll give a call to the academy doctor.” She added.

I can hardly move as I was bandaged from head to toe. I would love to move the partition and have a change of scenery, but I can’t with all of the bandages restricting me.

SWOOSH~

It was the sound of the partition moving and from behind it is Deron.

“Wow, you are awake now. Congratulations, Mr. Alfir.” Deron politely addressed me. As expected of the protagonist, he is polite.

“Thank you, how are you doing Mr. Deron?”

“Deron is just fine.”

“You can just call me Alfir too.”

Finally, we made acquaintances with each other. Deron looked concerned, but it looks like he wanted to tell me something.

“I don’t know what happened. But you’ve been in a coma for a week. I don’t know what you are going through, but I think it’s not right to forsake your own life.” He sympathetically said.

Rumors of my failed suicide attempt must’ve spread in the academy already. But a week of coma? I have to ask Doc Celine about that. If a week has already passed, a lot must’ve happened already.

“How about you? Did you come for a visit?” I casually inquired trying my best not to sound suspicious.

“No, I was knocked out cold. Lorie and I were the first to be discharged since then.” Deron rubbed his nose in embarrassment. “If you were there, things might have ended differently” He added.

Ended differently!? As if. I know the story. The duke’s insecure son visited East Sector to roughhouse his juniors and while at it, procure some information on his competitors.

Carlos Orland Dromas, he’s a hardworking, cunning, and strong bastard.

I bet I’ll be the first one to be done in. It’s just a guess, but I believe if he were to copy my mutation, there would be hell to pay.

It’s just my theory, but I am almost certain that his and my mutation will have a crazy strong synergy. I can’t imagine what the guy will do to me if he learns that.

I am not naïve enough to trust my life to a fictional character. Though I know he is actually a good guy, I can’t still risk it.

“Hey Deron, would you please do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Can you please tell Zia to come to see me? I wanted to apologize to her badly for overdoing it in the Tournament Setup. I know I am in the wrong, so I wanted to apologize and make it up to her. Can you help me, man…”

I directed Deron my most sincere gaze, and it looked like it got through him as he reluctantly said yes. “S-sure, but I won’t force her if it comes to it.”

With that, I was able to advance my plans bit by bit. There is something crucial I must ask Zia. Moreover, the plot is advancing. In three months’ time, there will be carnage in this academy, and I have to be prepared for it.

For that, I have to get ahold of Zia first.

Deron bade me goodbye as do I.

I idly waited for the Academy Doctor as I contemplate the meaning of my existence. It’s a tedious task I don’t appreciate at all. However, I have to do it.

There are things I can’t explain and all sorts of thinking that have to be rationalized. Like how the question of existence is perceived. There is no meaning to the act of doing it, however, people still try to rationalize them. This is the same with the worship of god.

Transmigration, my isekai story, could also be said the same thing.

Finally, Celine V. Kelon arrived. She looked overly haggard. It’s not a surprise to me as the recent enrollment has caused many students to be injured, thus increasing her workload. Not to boot her responsibilities as a head professor.

Well, it was one deadly enrollment!! The thing is, I can’t believe Celine hasn’t snapped her grandfather’s neck already, especially with her personality.

“Are you thinking badly about me?”

“N-no… No, I don’t…” I panicked for a moment. This woman is not even a psychic!! She might look naïve, sweet, and a good-hearted person, but I know better.

If it gives her a just reason, Celine won’t hesitate to implement the harshest punishments on her students off the record… as in beat, the living daylights out of you…Unlike Merrick who is more known as a slaughterer, Celine is more of a hooligan brute.

What was that again? In her own words, she is someone who’s as good at fixing people as destroying them.

“Alfir, as I said… you’ll continue staying here for the month. If it were not for the sudden emergency, I would’ve made you stay the whole semester.”

“Emergency?”

“N-no. Forget about that. Do you remember what happened?”

“No,” I succinctly replied, and offered an explanation of my own. “The last thing I remember is I was talking with prof Merrick and Mr. Simmons when I suddenly fell asleep.”

Celine thought in calm silence. What it is, I don’t know…

“Hmmm… Anything else?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay. Mr. Alfir, let me enlighten you. It was in the middle of your interview with Mr. Wander when suddenly you went into a shock. Your convulsions were quite brutal as you puke blood again and again. It was drowning you, and your lungs are filled with them.”

“…”

“We thought it was an aftereffect of your fight with Ms. Zaratul, but even after talking to her, no conclusive evidence was found. In the end, we can only admit that we don’t know much about mental battles. It’s not just because psychic-related Special Abilities are rare, but because the mind is just too profound for our current technology to understand.”

“…”

“Mr. Alfir, I hope that you don’t involve yourself with mental skills anymore especially if you value your life.”

I just listened, but to hell with that. I even don’t know if my own mind is my own. What I can ascertain though is that I can’t be more awake now than I was before.