Hello everyone! I am back! Now unfortunately, I have some very grave news. My time is limited as of now. And I'm afraid to say it, but I REALLY only have a short amount of time left. Trust me, you would want to read this.
I mean, I know that it will happen eventually, but I didn't realize that it would happen that quickly...
I was afraid of it when it started.
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College has started...
Well, it has already started about a month or two ago but you get the point!
Even worse is that it starts at 7:30 AM at earliest, which will mean that I'll be getting up like a damn zombie rising from the grave.
But don't worry! I'll try make time for writing, it'll just take a long time for me.
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Guest- Well, there are very few that can take him on one on one back then. Don't worry about his attitude, he'll develop as the story goes on.
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Ah yes, as much as I love Warhammer, it gets a little old at times. There are a lotta holes in Starcraft, but that is what makes a lotta things fun. It gives us a chance to create our own plot. And yes, Starcraft is on life support right now, with Blizzard doing an absolute shit at their jobs, it's a surprise that they're still up and running.
Well, Alain is, in terms of power, OP. But there is a reason why he is arrogant and so full of himself.
Thanks for the luck.
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Chapter 4- Meeting an Ice Princess
Alain held onto Melanie for a few more seconds before closing his eyes and letting her go. He turned his back to her and did a smile as the door opened and Junior came in.
"Alain, come with me for a-did I interrupt anything?" The tall man asked with brows raised. Alain just shrugged as he turned to him. "Nothing important." He replied with a smirk as he glanced back towards Melanie, who was glaring at him.
"We'll be continuing where we left off after I get back." He said as he left the room with Junior, leaving Roman, Neo, and the twins in the room.
Miltia looked at her sister, who was glaring at the door as if Alain was still there.
"Kid's got balls of steel. I like him already." Roman chuckled as Neo rolled her eyes.
"He's dead when he's back..." Melanie muttered angrily as she stormed out of the room, with Miltia in tow.
With Alain
Following after the older man, Alain raised a brow as he was led to a room with a camera and a white background, like the club downstairs, the room has the usual henchmen hanging around.
"I'd usually charge extra for this, but since you got Roman's approval then I'll have to do this for free." Junior grumbled as the henchmen began setting up the room in preparation.
"We'll need to take a picture of you so that we can get you in the database without any problems. After that, we'll need to set up some background information about you. Any preferences?"
"None, just make sure that you get the bare necessities. I couldn't care less about what you type about where I was born. Just make sure it's believable." Junior nodded as he ordered his men to get moving.
Alain watched as the men moved along, trying to get their work done. Most left the room, but there are still a handful left inside.
Nodding to himself, Junior watched as one of his men got behind the camera and gave him the okay.
"You're up, Alain. Get in so that we can make this quick." He nodded as he stepped in view of the camera.
Standing straight, he remained unblinking even with the flash from the camera.
"Okay, my men are now working their way to the database. It'll take a while, but not too long." Alain nodded as he went to a nearby chair and sat on it.
It took some rather boring time, but in the end, he got what he wanted.
"Here's your ID and your Scroll, make sure you don't lose it, it'll be hard to replace those. The ID especially." Alain nodded as he took a quick look at his ID. It was a normal ID, nothing special. He smirked as he took a look at Junior. "My thanks, think you could get me into Beacon too?" The tall man blinked for a few seconds before he sighed while rubbing his forehead.
"I'll think about it, just get back here after you do the job."
Alain frowned as he shrugged his shoulders and pocketed both items.
"Go back downstairs, Miltia will be waiting for you."
"The one with the red dress?" Junior just nodded as Alain left the room.
Keeping a confident look as he strides out, he smirked as he made out the form of Miltia tending to the bar, beside her was Melanie who was passed out drunk with a couple of bottles laid out in front of her. "Hey, Junior told me that he got something for me?" Miltia wordlessly nodded as she reached out below the bar and took out a briefcase.
"This should be enough for getting into an airship and it should last you two months at least." Alain smirked as he gently grabbed the briefcase and leaned forward. "Aww, it looks like you care for me." He cooed playfully while Miltia just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Not really, we're just following what he told us." He just chuckled as he shook his head and reached over towards Miltia's chin. She froze as she felt powerless, she didn't know why, but her body couldn't do anything but lean forwards.
"Well, I can change your mind."
"You won't."
"I can~!" He drawled as he softly ran his thumb over to her lips. Miltia felt her cheeks go hot as she suddenly closed her eyes. At this, Alain just chuckled as he gently pressed his thumb against her lips before letting go, causing her to slowly open her eyes as he did a two-finger salute.
"I'll settle with this, for now, keep those lips of yours clean until I get back." He grinned as he turned around, leaving a blushing Miltia frozen in embarrassment in the bar.
'Still got it.' Alain thought to himself as he left the club.
Opening his Scroll, he smirked as he saw a map icon and tapped it, showing a map of Vale. "Huh, looks like Junior is pretty thoughtful." He murmured as he saw a mark and a trail with what he assumes is the way towards the airport.
'But first, should I buy a weapon?' He thought to himself as he started to walk towards the airport. No need to call for a ride, he's not in a rush after all.
'While it may help, my powers should be more than enough.' He blinked as he chuckled before shaking his head. 'Who am I kidding? Of course, it's more than enough!' He smirked as he looked at the busy streets, spotting a shop selling books. Stopping for a few seconds he shook his head with a sigh.
"The trip's gonna take a long time, might as well." He said to himself as he opened the shop.
45 minutes later
It took him a while, but he managed to book a flight towards Atlas. All around him, people either took a sit, chatted with one another, or just took a look outside the window.
While he sat, he began to plan what to do once he gets to Atlas.
Should he look for his target as soon as he lands? No, that would catch too much attention, even more so if his target happens to be quite influential or well known. 'First things first, I need a place where I can stay. This job could take weeks. Although, it does depend on how well I can execute this.' Alain hummed as he crossed his arms in concentration.
The fastest way to finish the job is to locate Will Triston and assassinate him immediately. But doing so can easily catch the attention of the public eye. Being unknown is his best weapon second to his powers. 'Guess I'll be playing the slow game.' He frowned as he looked outside the window, admiring the view outside.
"The trip is gonna take a whole day, good thing I bought something to pass the time." He muttered as he took out the book that he purchased.
Ninjas of Love.
'The clerk did say that the book is very popular.' He opened the book, ready to read to pass the time.
Many hours later
"Welcome to Atlas! Thank you for flying with us!" Getting up from his seat, Alain closed the book and proceeded to walk out of the airship.
'Whoever wrote this is a genius.' He thought to himself as he put the book inside his clothing.
Once he reached the exit, he took a deep breath as he looked around him.
People walking around, some greeting others that just left the airship, some leaving just after they got their luggage.
'Speaking of which.'
He made his way towards the conveyer belt and took the briefcase. Lifting it up and down for a brief weight test, he nodded as he made his way out of the airport and into the city.
The cool air in the night passed by him as Alain wandered around the city, looking for a cheap hotel that he could use as his temporary base of operations. All in all, the city looks quite lively early at night.
People walking around, some towards home, some just loitering around, it was quite a sight to see for Alain. Back then in the Koprulu Sector, the only places that were lively are the bars and the battlefields. Lights lit up the dark night as patrons enter and leave establishments left, right, and center.
'Where can I stay for the next couple of weeks?' He wandered around until he came to a decent looking hotel.
Nodding to himself, Alain entered the hotel.
Once he did, he was greeted by the clerk by the table.
"Welcome, sir." He nodded as he approached the clerk.
She was a young girl with black hair tied up to a bun and blue eyes, quite pleasing to the eyes even with her modest figure. The black blouse and the blue skirt compliment her look quite well.
But so far, not much to take note of other than the fact that she is decent looking.
"I'll take a room for the week."
"Of course, for the week it will be 350 lien." Alain nodded as he fished out the lien, took the key from the clerk, and began to walk towards his room.
Room 10
Tossing the briefcase into the medium-sized bed, Alain sighed as he sat down on the bed.
"This job is gonna take a while..." He muttered to himself as he took out his Scroll and typed in Will Triston.
Unfortunately, as he suspected, Will Triston is quite influential. Fortunately, he is a recent player. He has only been getting along with the upper class of society for a short amount of time.
It is within his expectations that killing Will Triston and getting his money is going to take a bit of an effort. Especially since he is getting quite a bit of attention lately.
But one thing managed to catch Alain's attention.
A competition for singers...well, more like a gathering really.
And the thing about it is that it is actually hosted by none other than his target, Will Triston.
A wide smirk made its way towards Alain's lips as he began to make plans.
"This job just got a little easier." He chuckled as he began to make plans inside his mind.
Being trained as a Ghost, assassination is always a job that takes careful planning especially if where the target is unknown. But now, it just provided him a window of opportunity.
3 days later
Fixing her hair with the usual ponytail. Weiss nodded to herself in the mirror as she finished making herself look more presentable.
'Now all that's left is to do this.' She sighed to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Beautiful, unblemished pale skin.
Her white hair shining against the lighting inside the room.
Her thoughts wandering to becoming a Huntress, but the academy she has in mind is not in Atlas, but in Beacon. A prestigious academy that has produced countless Huntsman and Huntresses for many years. Nodding to herself as her eyes shined with resolve, she made a promise to herself that she will do whatever it takes to attend Beacon.
Whatever it takes to clear the name of her family. Ever since Jacques, her father, came into power, he began dragging the Schnee name down to the mud. Granted, they are still very powerful since they are one of the largest Dust companies Remnant has to offer, but it does not change the fact that the change of policies has changed it to a darker place.
All because of the fact that his father only saw money and power with Dust.
"Miss Schnee, five minutes!" A staff member called out after knocking on the door, breaking her out of her thoughts.
Blinking as she heard her Scroll ringing, she picked it up and smiled as she received a message from Klein.
'Good luck Miss Schnee. I wish you all the luck and have fun my little snowflake.'
"Thank you, Klein." She typed the words in her Scroll.
Standing up, she made a poker face as she left the room and made her way towards the stage where many people are waiting and will be watching.
Passing by many staff and a few competitors, she sighed mentally as she remembered the invitation card that her father received. It said it is just a friendly competition, but in truth, its just a gathering between high-class families and the winner is already set in stone.
Namely, her.
Her talent for singing has attracted many people, but thanks to her father, he only saw her talent as a way to get friendlier with other more powerful families.
One thing stood true lately.
Money is power.
With it, his father managed to easily secure many Dust mines and gain profit from it. And with the money, he managed to host many events just to get closer to others.
Politics, a sour topic for her but she can understand its uses and benefits. It's just that her father is reading into it too much. Politics has caused her father to get more and more greedy and to him, money is everything.
Everything is a tool for him.
Including her.
Normally, children would not think of those things about their parents, but Weiss's situation is different. She's not born from a family out of love, she's born because her father needed an heir from her mother. And it is thanks to that, that her mother became an alcoholic and lacked the motivation to care for her.
She never got any love from her parents, only her elder sister, Winter, and their butler, Klein.
She doesn't even want to mention her younger brother, Whitley, who is more like her father than anything.
Arriving at the stage, she looked around calmly as everyone kept silent, waiting for her to start.
She can see her father with Whitley and the host Will Triston right beside him looking down to where she is by the VIP area.
She closed her eyes as the music slowly started getting louder with each second, she remained standing waiting patiently.
Finally, she opened her eyes.
"Mir-"
BOOM!
Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned to where the explosion came from. Screams filled the air as everyone watched the hole in the wall bellow out smoke.
Once the smoke cleared, she can see many masked men carrying guns pointing to the crowd as everyone panicked.
"EVERYONE HANDS UP AND DON'T MOVE!" A loud voice called out as a man which she assumes is the leader approached her with a gun pointed towards her.
He grinned as he saw her take a few steps back.
'If I have Myrtenaster, I could take them!' She gritted her teeth as she looked at the man warily as he approached her.
"Come on princess, we don't have all day! Don't even think about resisting, my boys are really itching over there." He nudged his head as one of his men pointed his gun to the ceiling above and shot a few rounds, causing to hostages to scream. "Shut the hell up!" He roared as the rest of his friends laughed.
He forcefully grabbed her hand as he began to drag her back. She looked to the VIP area and saw her father looking ahead worriedly, before turning her attention towards the man. "Do you know what you're doing?!" She gritted her teeth as the man just laughed, ignoring her question.
For once, she wants her father to do something to save her.
Without her weapon, she can't do much, she can only wait for her father to take action to save her.
She can use her glyphs, but doing so could bring the others in danger, she couldn't do that.
But even then, she refused to surrender.
"Not so fast."
She was about to use a gravity glyph to force their guns to drop to the floor but the voice stopped her from doing so.
From among the crowd emerged a man about her age with red hair and bright cyan eyes dressed in an unzipped combat jacket with a white undershirt, brown jeans, and black boots.
He held a confident smirk as he approached them.
The leader's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he looked at one of his men.
"You deal with the kid wanting to be a hero." The man grinned as he approached the red-haired stranger and pointed his gun at him.
Knowing what would happen, she looked away.
"Ack!"
But instead of a gunshot, she heard a pained gasp.
And as well as many surprised ones as well.
Turning towards the stranger, her eyes widened as she saw the man that was about to shoot him was knocked out on the ground with his eyes rolled up behind his skull.
"You guys really don't do well in a real fight, do you?" A mocking tone came from him as he gave them a confident smirk. On his hand is the gun used to point at him, but now it is disassembled.
'So fast!' Her eyes widened as he threw the disassembled gun to the side and rushed towards her and the leader.
Growling, the leader turned towards his men in anger. "What are you guys staring at?! Shoot the fu-" That was as far as he got before a fist made its way to his face, breaking his nose.
"Pardon me." Her eyes widened as he gently took her hand and led her to his back, effectively covering her with his own body.
"Alain Kerrigan at your service." The now named Alain did a bow as the leader got up, foaming with anger as his nose started to drip blood.
Everyone watched in silence and baited breathe as the leader wiped the blood off his nose before forcefully taking a gun from one of his men and pointing at him and her.
"You guys should know when you're outmatched." He scoffed softly as the leader growled.
"LIGHT THIS FUCKER UP!"
'How cliché.'
"Shut up, you're too loud." His eyes glowed orange briefly before all the guns aimed at them got taken from them from an unseen force.
This surprised everyone as the guns started to disassemble itself in front of everyone.
One by one the pieces fell, each piece sending a shiver to their spine, knowing that they don't have any way to defend themselves now that their guns are all in pieces.
The leader gritted his teeth in anger before charging Alain.
This caused him to sigh in annoyance. "This guy doesn't know when to give up." With a movement of his hand, the leader was sent flying towards a wall, knocking him unconscious. Looking at the rest of the men, Alain smirked as he turned towards them.
"Kneel."
The rest of them just watched Alain in fear before complying, causing him to chuckle.
"Now then, stay like that and wait for the authorities like good boys." Alain said mockingly as he looked at the crowd and did a bow.
"Everyone please relax, the ne'er-do-wells are all apprehended." He flashed a gentle smile as one by one, people started to clap.
Minutes earlier
Alain entered the theater with clothes that he purchased a day before the "competition". All around him were people who managed to get in using their connections or money. After the "competition" is finished, the host, and as well as his target, Will Triston will be hosting an after-party for the more elite of the people.
'Really rolling it in, Willy?' Alain smirked as his eyes wandered around, searching for his target.
'If I was a rich guy who wants to mingle with the rich and powerful, where wou-there he is.' He found his target sitting alongside two people, an old man, and what he could guess is his son. It was easy to guess with how they look alike, both in appearance and in clothing. If he were to take a guess, that's for the VIP.
'Interesting, what better way to get friendly with the SDC than being close to the CEO of the company itself.'
The Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest Dust companies in Remnant, widely known for providing large amounts of dust, and the rumors of questionable claims and controversy.
If he was in his shoes, he would be doing the same thing, but too bad he's not him. The support of the SDC will surely make him a powerful player in the political world, and if there's one thing Alain hates, its assholes with politics.
He'd seen and heard enough from a certain dead emperor asshole, thank you very much.
And with how he knows Will Triston has some shady dealings in the past thanks to Roman, he'd be doing Remnant and its people a favor by removing one ambitious man.
'Now then, time to see where he hides his money.' Alain approached a free seat just below where the VIP is.
'Hmm, making quite a lot there aren't you, Willy? Passcode, security...and...oh? That's quite the plan you got there Willy.' He kept his face as passive as possible, but inside he was grinning widely.
'To think that he's planning on doing something like that...' He glanced his eyes just above him with a smirk. 'Guess a change of plans then, looks like you're dying later at night.'
Let it be known that while Alain has to do some jobs with stealth, there's nothing wrong with being a little flashy.
Hearing the sounds of heels clicking against the floor, he looked at the stage and his eyes widened.
Pale white skin and snow-white hair kept in a ponytail and held by a tiara. Her dress, a mixture of dark and light blue that reaches her ankles but has a cut on the left side that nearly shows her legs.
If he were to say something, the girl looks like the embodiment of elegance.
She is easily one of the most gorgeous women he had encountered in his life. Sure, she falls short against his sister, Nova, and Yang, but she is still pretty much pretty high on the list.
'Now.'
He blinked as he heard Will's voice inside his head before chuckling to himself.
'I almost forgot what I was supposed to do...now then, let's go ruin your plan, Willy. And time to save an heiress.'
"Mir-"
BOOM!
Back to the present
Walking towards the criminals who were hired to kidnap Weiss, Alain turned around and smiled at Weiss, causing her to smile in return.
"Now then, be good boys and stay silent." He ordered them, and with a touch of intimidation, let his eyes glow briefly, causing them to nod their heads furiously.
"Good."
Letting his eyes glance towards the VIP section of the theater, he smirked as he noticed the barely contained anger of one Will Triston.
He also took notice of how Jacques Schnee was looking at him with interest.
But all in all, he ignored everything and waited for security to show up and take the would-be kidnappers.
Oh, he should probably clean up those gun parts too.
2 hours later
After handing them over to the security, Alain continued watching the "competition" take place. As he expected, Weiss Schnee won the "competition". And to be frank, Weiss did have the best vocals, perfect for singing.
'Wonder how she sounds in the bed?' Alain chuckled as he shook his head at that thought.
Right now, he is requested to meet up with someone at the VIP seats.
And as he expected, he was requested by none other than Jacques Schnee himself. Raising his arm to knock at the door, he waited for a few seconds before the door was opened by a guard.
He was greeted by Jacques Schnee, his son, and his target Will Triston.
"Please enter." Jacques politely said as Alain nodded in thanks and entered the room.
"Take a seat." He nodded as he took a free seat just in front of the three.
"What is your name?"
"Alain Kerrigan, sir."
"You have our thanks, Alain, for not only preventing the kidnapping of my daughter but also for watching over those brutes." Jacques shook his head in disgust at the mention of said brutes.
"You may know me as Jacques Schnee, the CEO of the Schnee Dust Company. Beside me is my son, Whitley Schnee, and the host of this auspicious event, Will Triston." Alain nodded. "Of course, it is impossible to not know your names." At that Alain smirked in the inside as he can tell that not only Jacques but also Will nodded, satisfied with the acknowledgment.
"As he said, you have our thanks. Thanks to you, Miss Schnee was not harmed and the competition managed to continue." Will said, although a little bit forcefully. Thankfully, Alain was able to restrain himself from laughing. After all, his target is thanking him for stopping the kidnapping that he arranged.
"As thanks, you may ask for anything as long as it is in my power." Alain hummed to himself as he closed his eyes as if he was thinking of something deeply.
But in truth, he already knows what he has to do.
"Then I want to join the after-party." That raised a few brows from the occupants in the room. "Oh? Then may I ask why?" He did a smile. "I just wish to pass the time. What better way to do so than to attend a party where the prestigious Schnee family is invited?" If it was possible, Alain's smile widened at Jacques looking convinced.
"Very well, but do buy a change of clothes. It would not do if the one who saved the heiress of the company is dressed so shabbily. Right, Will?"
"Ah, yes. Of course."
Alain stood up and did a bow with a hand over his chest.
"Thank you. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to have to buy something appropriate for the coming party."
"Do so and be back here afterward. I will arrange a ride for you so you can head straight to the party."
He nodded as he said his thanks once more before leaving.
Once outside the room, a smirk made its way to his face.
'All conditions are cleared.'
40 minutes later
After getting an appropriate suit and leaving the "shabby" clothes in his hotel room, Alain made his way back into the theater.
He now wore a light gray suit with a black undershirt accompanied by a black tie, and light gray pants.
Right now, he is standing just outside the theater, waiting for his ride.
"Alain Kerrigan?" He blinked as he turned around and saw Weiss Schnee still dressed in the same dress earlier. She approached him with a thankful smile. "Nice to finally meet the one who saved me personally." He smiled as he nodded.
"And it's nice to have Weiss Schnee, the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company to remember my name." She giggled lightly as she looked over at a fancy car.
"I managed to convince father to have me wait for you. Come inside with me." She said as the car was opened by a butler.
"Very well."
Once he got inside, the door of the car closed, and the butler went around the car.
"I want to personally thank you for saving me back then. I know that what you did was risky. So, I want to repay you for what you did." Weiss said as she looked at him in the eyes.
Alain just chuckled as he shrugged.
"There's no need for you to do that, you know? Your father already repaid me by inviting me here at my request."
For a while, Weiss stared at him in surprise. "Are you serious? You know you could have just asked for some money or something better right?" At this, Alain smirked as he looked at Weiss with one eye closed and a grin plastered on his face.
'Time to bring out the Alain charm.'
"Hey, if there's a chance you're singing at the party then it's worth it." He said while sending a flirty look at her.
"Ah..." Weiss felt a blush creep up on her cheeks as she looked to the side shyly.
"Got to say though, out of all the participants, yours is the most beautiful. And I mean that in the inside and out." Weiss's face was already heating up with each word.
Meanwhile, the butler, Klein, who was listening in on the conversation while driving just chuckled silently.
'Ah, my little snowflake is growing up so fast.'
"T-Thank you for the kind words." Weiss stuttered as she struggled to look at Alain in the eyes. "No, those words aren't kind." Weiss blinked a few times as she looked at him, confused at his wording. "The words that I said are the truth." He replied smoothly, all the while diving into her mind as she got distracted by becoming flustered, again.
'She has zero to no friends her age, that's why she is so easily flustered. Her Semblance is quite...interesting. She is not fond of her father? Quite a surprise but not unexpected. She wants to change the SDC policies by becoming a Huntress so that the name of her family doesn't fall any more than it has right now. Quite admirable.'
"You don't have to say it like that...idiot..." She huffed as she turned her head to the side while whispering the last part, but thanks to his advanced senses, Alain heard it loud and clear.
'Guess she's one of those, huh? Good, Tychus did say that girls that call you an idiot is a good sign.'
"Well, let's properly introduce ourselves, Alain Kerrigan. Huntsman-in-training." He turned toward her with a smile as he held out a hand towards her.
For a while, she looked at him before nodding and grasping his hand.
"Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. Nice to meet you, Alain."
"Same to you too. Now, let's be friends."
At this, Weiss froze for a few seconds before...
"YES!"
She said it so suddenly that Klein almost stepped on the brake of the car.
Meanwhile, Alain just kept a smile as he enjoyed the rest of the trip with the beautiful Schnee.
Won't take much time to make her fall for him hard...at least in his opinion.
AND CUT! Now I know that Weiss is a bit OOC in this chapter, but please remember that she is quite lonely, she doesn't have a good childhood so I think Weiss being a little cheery when Alain asked to be her friend is excusable. She will have her ice queen moments, but she'll sometimes be different around Alain. She'll be playing the tsundere as a lot of you know.
Also, if you guys were saved by someone from something, how would you guys react? Its pretty much normal to say thanks one way or another to the savior.
If you guys took a deeper look at Weiss, she is a character who was lonely with only Klein to be the father figure that she needed. Hot Winter is away due to being military, walking stick Whitley despises her for being the heiress, mama Schnee is an alcoholic, and asshole father is way too into the company that I swear he'd rather marry the company than Willow.
Anyways, what I'm trying to get to her is that don't be too surprised when a character is a bit OOC even for a moment.
Now if you guys will excuse me, I have a 4 paper assignment that I have to finish tonight...I FUCKING HATE YOU PROFES-
PLEASE STAND BY WHILE DWG IS BUSY CURSING HIS PROFESSOR TO HELL
Anyways, I know that this chapter seems a bit rushed, to some it may not look like it, but to me, I did rush it.
I'll see you guys in the next chapter which is where the fun will really start! And hopefully, I can make it longer than this...
Ciao! Peace!