Raze looked at the paper. He placed the top of the pen on it, and the ink slowly dropped out, creating a dot.

"My first issue is the fact that I was murdered," Raze said and wrote that down inside the book. He drew a line from the statement and started writing other things as well.

"The person that killed me was somehow able to enter my room through the wall," he said as he wrote it down.

He paused and lifted the pen, tapping it on his forehead twice. "I don't recall any student having such a magical ability from the book.

Maybe they didn't use it in the story, or they were never in the story's main line of plot, just side characters," he thought out loud.

He placed the pen back on the paper and continued to write. "This person is capable of entering a room undetected and has the calmness to kill someone and walk away." Raze wrote that down, read it again, and stared at the things he wrote.

"This barely narrows it down. I need more information. It could be a teacher," he said, but then he remembered the size of the footprints, and they were pretty small, like a student's feet.

"It's still possible that they belong to a teacher, maybe one with pretty small feet, or a woman. But a woman wouldn't wear that type of shoe—not normally—but she would need something comfortable to commit such a crime," Raze said, and then he wrote everything down, putting all his thoughts on paper.

He tapped his pen on the paper. He felt he was missing something that could help this whole thing move faster. Was it motive? Nah, a lot of people had the motive to kill him. He had become a mega ass in the last few months.

"Sigh, that's enough for now. The killer can wait. There's a more pressing issue right now," Raze said. When day broke, he would be in a different level of trouble, and the killer would no longer matter.

"Annabell. She is the only one that knows I set up the whole thing yesterday, the only one the school would actually believe.

For now, I'm the prime suspect, and that's an issue. Even if I kill her, they'll think I did it to cover my tracks. How do I carry this out without anyone knowing it's me?" Raze asked. He flipped to the next page and tapped his pen against the paper as he thought, leaving ink dots.

"Framing. I could frame someone," he said after the idea popped into his head, "someone random, someone that no one can actually trace back to me."

He wrote that down as fast as he got the idea and then started thinking of how to actually execute it. From the book, Annabell was in the nurse's office, resting there after her treatments.

But she was guarded, as the school believed that it was not safe to leave her without protection after someone tried to kill her.

But Raze wasn't worried, because he also knew something from the book that would literally allow him to carry out the operation without an issue.

So he started writing again.

"This world has a similar time frame as Earth. The author made it that way, and three hours after midnight, the guard needs to go take a piss, and that's the opening," Raze wrote that down.

In the novel, it was within that opening that Raze went to kill the girl, but immediately after he entered, the MC came in a few seconds later to check on her as well and saw Raze.

"The MC, that idiot, will be coming within that time frame. I could frame him. No, that's too easy. Also, I doubt that will be enough to take him down.

He can just say that he saw someone come in and he followed to check. He could lie his way out."

Raze tapped the pen on the book again. "Fine, someone else will have to take the fall," he said and got up from his chair. He ripped out the pages that he wrote on, folded the book, and then put it in his trouser pockets.

He didn't want to make the mistake of letting it just lie around for someone to see.

"System, show me my mana."

[80/100]

"Not yet full. It does refill by itself like I expected, but it takes some time to get filled up. Either way, this should work."

He walked to his cupboard, opened it, and moved his clothes to the side. There was a small pocket knife there, the one that he used to try and kill the girl in the story. He picked it up and carefully placed it in his trouser pocket.

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He drew a deep breath and carefully opened the room door, quietly leaving the room. He walked into the hallway and locked his door with the key before placing it into his pocket and then activating the lock formation by placing his hand on the knob, and it absorbed some of his mana.

He walked through the hallway as quietly as he could, not wanting to make a single sound. His aim was the last room before the stairs.

He made it to the room, and then he used Spatial Zone. The pulse went out, and he could see the person sleeping on the bed—the perfect target.

But the person was sleeping, so he walked to the door and knocked on it loud enough to wake the person up.

Because the hallway was dark at night, no light turned on. He wasn't too scared of anyone else coming out of their rooms, since they wouldn't be able to see his face.

After knocking the first time, the boy didn't wake up, so he knocked again and then again. Finally, the boy dragged himself from his bed and started heading to the door while mumbling curses at whoever was at the door.

He got to the door in anger and didn't even ask who was there. He started unlocking the door. Raze quickly hid at the side. The door opened, and the boy looked outside.

Immediately the boy's head came outside the door, a powerful punch to the side of his face landed. The force of the punch pushed the boy, causing him to slam his head on the other side of the doorway and lose consciousness immediately.

"Ouch, that hurt," Raze said as he shook the hand that he used to land the punch. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone came out to check the noise, so he dragged the body into the room immediately and shut the door.

And just as he expected, some of the students nearby came out of their rooms with lamps in their hands. They looked outside, and when they didn't see anything, they went back in and shut their doors.

"Phew, thank goodness kids are not thorough," Raze said. He grabbed the boy and used all his strength to lift him off the ground, groaning as he did it.

When he successfully picked the boy off the ground and onto his shoulder, he slowly opened the door and activated spacial zone to ensure that no one was hiding or waiting.

After confirming that no one was there, he headed for the stairs. He carefully carried the boy while going down the stairs.

Luckily for him, in this four-story dorm building, his room was on the second floor, so he only needed to head one flight of stairs down.

He got off the stairs and carefully headed for the exit of the dorm building. There was never anyone watching the dorm buildings, and that was why students could leave and do whatever they wanted.

Raze didn't know exactly what time it was now, but he tried to estimate because, in the story, Raze had gone to the nurse's office twenty minutes after being told someone would launch an investigation.

And though he spent more time now, the guard would not leave to take a piss for about twenty minutes. So Raze had some time to work with.

He left the dorm room and immediately took a route through the back. This route branched into a small forest that bordered the academy from the west side.

Most non-academic buildings, like the nurse's office, the dorms, and other facilities, were built on the west side of the academy.

So Raze walked under the cover of the trees until he got to the nurse's office. He couldn't go deeper into the forest because the academy kept many dangerous creatures there for various reasons, and it would be his death if he ventured further.

But he could skim through the outskirts and go unseen. This was not an easy task, especially when carrying a boy who weighed more than 60 kg. Raze's knees kept buckling as he went along.

But he successfully made his journey through the quiet and eerie dark forest. He could now see the light from the building. The nurse's office, as students normally called it, was more of an infirmary or small hospital.

He walked toward the building and found a place to hide, waiting for the right time for the guard to leave. He carefully dropped the boy's body on the ground so he wouldn't wake up.

He waited for over ten minutes, and finally, the guard came out to ease himself. The guard walked into the forest, passing by the place where Raze hid.

Now that it was clear, Raze picked the boy up and scurried into the building. He quickly searched for the girl and found her on one of the beds.

She was sound asleep, so this was the perfect opportunity. Raze carefully took out the knife, grabbed a pillow from another bed, and came closer to her slowly.

"Sorry, Annabel, you have to go for me to continue what I need to do. Hate me in the afterlife," he spoke in a calm tone. Raze didn’t know why he was calm enough to do something like this, but he didn’t feel any guilt.

He covered her face with the pillow and then stabbed the blade into her chest, slowly until it pierced her heart, killing her in her sleep.

This time, he had successfully done it because he didn’t hesitate. Unlike the original Raze from the story, he had hesitated too much, giving the hero enough time to come in and catch him.

Raze pulled the blade out, wiped the handle with his shirt, and placed the blade in the hands of the boy he had brought here.

He looked around and found a bowl of water. He sprinted to it, grabbed it, and splashed the boy before casting spacial veil and going invisible.

The boy woke up, coughing loudly. He looked around, confused. He quickly got up, nearly falling again, but managed to steady himself. That was when he noticed the blood-covered blade in his hands.

At that exact instant, the protagonist walked in—a handsome dude with jet-black hair and eyes that looked like the abyss.

The protagonist froze when he saw the boy, and the boy froze as well. He slowly looked behind him and saw that someone had been killed.

"No, no, no, I swear," the boy stammered. He understood how it looked right now. Being the only person here and holding a blood-stained knife, he tried to explain, but it was already too late. The protagonist was already filled with rage.

He pulled the sword hanging from his waist and charged at full speed. Before the boy could even defend himself, the sword pierced through his chest.

The guard came back when he heard the commotion. He saw the protagonist stabbing the boy, ran inside, and pulled him away to check on the boy. But then he saw the girl had been killed.

"He killed her," the protagonist said, tears streaming down his face.