My talks with Zren went smoothly. Last night, I went to find Zren to acquire something.

Now, he is on my boat under the codename, the Critic, I can trust him with few things! Yeah!! I love these codenames. These are one of the few joys I have in this world. On the top of the list, of course, is making out with Zia.

After Zren… I returned to the hotel. I just can’t miss the opportunity.

Hot sex. Moans like a beast. Anyways, I’d love to expound on that topic, but I have better things to do. Lying on the bed with me is Zia. Yeah, premature teen sex can get people in trouble but we are in an era where a feudal system reigns supreme and also a world full of mutants.

So, just what in the world could go wrong?

Hugging Zia in an embrace in our nakedness, I whisper to her some sweet words of validation. “You are beautiful, great figure, and most of all leader material.”

She softly hums at my words.

I’d love to hump her more, but daylight is about to come. It’s Sunday, and classes on Mondays are an ass. “Hey Zia, you don’t mind gathering the candidates tonight, right? I think it’s time we do serious recruiting now. We already have a prof on our backs. Ain’t that awesome?”

“Really? Good, but do you really want to go with your pick?” Oh, I know what she’s doing. It looks like she didn’t like the people I chose in her list of suggestions.

I made Zia create a catalog of her followers listing their personalities, Special Abilities, potential grades, and relationships. I studied them with gusto in which among her 212 lovely suggestions, I chose less than 40.

What tickles Zia’s funny bone is that this 40 is like... the weakest of the bunch of her followers. I have my reasons for choosing this particular group of people. As such, I kindly explain it to her. “You see, people with strong inferior complexes are easiest to control. And also the most interesting subordinates. You’d be shocked how much a mob character can be creative if it’s about remedying their inferiority.”

“Are you sure we are making a neutral group and not an evil pure villain group? What’s with your fascination with the word mob?”

“Nah, beat it, woman. Just wear your clothes, we still have classes.” I reprimanded her as I am already done wearing back my clothes.

“Wait, who is the professor backing us?”

“Nah, it's better you don’t know.” He is scary paranoid and paranoid scary. Whatever comes first, I’d rather not risk it for my most recent recruit.

I definitely spilled lots of beans that day, but as a result, I now feel more confident. I feel like I just confessed my darkest sins to a robot priest. I know secrets are important, but they are mostly useless if I don’t share them, of course with trusted people.

It sounds a lot crazy, but I was glad I took that risk. According to the novel no matter what version it is… Zren could be said the most consistent character in the story.

Looking at it plainly, it could be said that he can be my most trustworthy aide. However, from another angle, he could also be a root of suspicion which is safer to keep a close eye on.

No matter what, I believe I made the right choice.

From downtown to the main building, I passed over the training grounds. It’s so early in the morning, but I can already see Cain sweating a lot during his workouts. Basic muscle training and stuff.

I continued walking with Zia and me holding hands together ugh, so romantic. I see Jana and Lorie doing some light jogging from a distance. It looks like it’s still early. “Hey, Zia… Should we return to our dorms first?”

“Sure,” she curtly replied. “We should change to proper academy uniforms and wash.”

From there, I skedaddled straightly walking into an alleyway. “Come out.”

“Oh, you have sharp senses, fake champ.” Not to my surprise, it’s the spoiled noble-born Rodney. His gaze is saying it all, this guy wants to murder me.

His addressing me fake champ oozes with pure hostility. It’s not that I disagree with him.

“Chill, man. Why are you so angry?”

“Oh, I was in that hotel too. I was penetrating two noble ladies from a lower class. It was fun until I woke up groggily this morning seeing you holding hands with Zia.”

“Are you going to kill me?” I fearfully ask.

He just smirked at me, and his eyes suddenly burned orange. Hot red lasers came out of them squarely hitting me in my left shoulder.

“A-aack!!” I cried.

“Let this be a warning.” Rodney then turns his back away coolly.

Hahaha, as if I’ll just leave you like that.

“W-ait,” I called to him pathetically. “It was just a one-night fling. I actually like a girl from another class, Eliya Endshire…” I said with practiced drama.

I can’t see Rodney’s face, but he must be donning a pretty wicked smile.

“Then, good luck with your love.” With those words, Rodney finally left.

I waited for 5 more minutes until I amped up my healing abilities. I always regret it that I have a weak healing factor, but meh… It’ll do…

I returned to my dorm as if nothing happened. Changing my clothes to a proper Heromaker Academy uniform after a light shower, I am now ready for the hateful Monday class.

After idly passing away time in class, the Monday main agenda has finally come to my plate. On my favorite rooftop in the middle of the night, I stood waiting with Zia for the invited students to come.

I still have time to kill, so I should go for it. Drawing a knife from my pocket, I started peeling off my skin with proficiency. The bloody sight disgusted Zia. I saw her flinch which is cute by the way.

In no time at all, my face is changed to MINION#12193’s original face. His eyes are a bit higher. His nose is a bit sharper. And his cheek is without a mole.

“Zia, like what we agreed on. You are the leader, okay? Just play along with me. I’ll definitely bedazzle their eyes.”

“What would you bedazzle them with? Offer them money?”

“Oh no, I am going to make them worship you… hehehehe…”