Chapter 71

this is a fictional story by realTensai

“So, where do you want to sleep tonight?” Lia asked as they stood up from the bench.

“Obviously at your place,” Alvis said, as a matter of fact.

After they had destroyed the assassin organization, Lia moved into the dorms in school. She had no reason to live on her own anymore and as the student council president; it was easy for her to get a place. Of course, Alvis had offered her to live at his place together with his family, but back then she just turned red and said it was too early.

“Stop kidding,” Lia said, poking her finger at Alvis’ arm. “You know girls and boys can’t sleep in the same dorms.”

“Damned rules!” Alvis said, clenching his fist with a growl.

“Hahaha.”

Upon seeing Alvis’ over-the-top reaction, an adorable giggle escaped Lia’s mouth. Alvis couldn’t help but smile too after successfully raising her mood again.

“I will sleep in the classroom today,” Alvis said, this time seriously.

“Fine,” Lia said in response. “Let’s go to the cafeteria. I think now is our class’ time to eat.”

“Perfect, I was getting hungry.”

They made their way to the cafeteria and arrived there after some time.

“There are more people here than I thought,” Alvis said, overlooking the area.

Several people were already eating while the other half still stood in line, waiting to receive their food. Alvis could spot some classmates but couldn’t see Sekki and Dane. Yet there was no way they would miss out on a free meal.

“I thought every class would have its own time,” Lia said as they strolled to the line. “But it seems like our entire grade is here.”

Alvis saw some familiar faces from people he shared the same classes with. However, as he kept looking around, he noticed something troubling. Lia’s face turned grim at the same time, enhancing his suspicions.

“What’s going on there?”

They were too far back in the line to grasp the situation, so they left it and went to the front. It was by doing that, they saw what was happening.

A human who wasn’t in their class was arguing with a demon who also wasn’t in their class. Yet Alvis had seen the blond human quite a few times and knew about his ill reputation.

If I’m not mistaken, his name is Charles.

Charles stroked his well-kept hair with one hand and held his plate with the other as he stared down the two heads bigger demon. However, the demon just glared back as he held his plate, too.

“I will not accept this unfairness!” Charles yelled, attracting everyone’s attention. “How come this demon gets so much more food than me?”

One look at their plates was enough to realize he wasn’t just making baseless accusations. The demon really had way more food. However, one look at their bodies would have been answer enough.

“Are you stupid? I’m twice as big as you. Of course, I need more food than you,” the demon said, also shouting. “Why don’t you go argue with the giants? I bet they get even more food than me. Or are you just making this scene because I’m a demon?!”

The atmosphere deteriorated as the demon said his last words. The hint at racism made all the demons who heard it stand up, their hatred being ignited. However, Charles just stared them all down with a disgusted face before he continued.

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“You fools.”

“What did you say?!—”

“Don’t you all see the problem?” Charles said, suddenly addressing the entire cafeteria. “If the demons eat this much every day, there won’t be any food left for the others. In a few days, all of our rations will be gone!”

His words echoed throughout the hall, reaching everyone’s ears. However, as Alvis looked into the eyes of some students, he saw the realization hitting them. Charles’ words made them face reality once again. Yet it wasn’t just that. The fear he cultivated with his words slowly turned into hatred for those people who Charles said were responsible for eating all the food.

He has to be stopped!

“Stop right now, Charles! This is enough.”

Lia was the first to act upon sensing the immediate danger. She stepped forward with a menacing gaze, yet Charles didn’t care.

“Everyone, listen to me,” he said, this time even more forcefully. “Our supplies are limited and the school won’t be able to feed all of us forever. If we let this injustice slide now, we will just ride into our sure end!”

He raised his fist high to the sky as if to rally a revolt. The dark energy within the hall increased, and the students snapped.

“YEEAA—”

“This is enough.”

A bestial voice cut through everyone’s shouts, silencing the entire cafeteria. No one dared to speak up as the man leading the school stepped forward. Even Charles gulped upon seeing him.

“Mr. Woltzer.”

Alvis could only sigh in relief.

The tiger beast man walked to the front of the line, every step of his filling fear into the students who had just been about to act up. Yet his eyes were fixed on Charles alone.

“Your name?”

“Charles.”

With cold eyes, Mr. Woltzer raised his hands and reached for Charles’ head. Charles’ eyes widened as his lips trembled, but he couldn’t dodge Mr. Woltzer’s hand. However, all he did with his mighty paw was to place it on Charles’ head and caress his hair.

“Huh?”

Charles’s dumbfounded expression showed the oddness of the situation.

“Everything will be alright young boy,” Mr. Woltzer said in a soft voice. “I know you’re just worried because of this extreme situation we all found ourselves in.”

Mr. Woltzer looked up, now addressing the entire cafeteria.

“Everyone, please listen to me. I know some of you still harbor doubts about whether our supplies will last. The future is uncertain and in a situation like this, it’s only natural to put yourself over others. I understand your feelings. But I want you to trust me. I Greg Woltzer guarantee you that our supplies will last for everyone. Of course, they are limited, but so is our time here. The World Race Organization is already working on freeing us from the grasp of the Devil Cult. Until then, we just have to hold on. The last thing we need are quarrels like these.”

The dark energy vanished, replaced by cool comfort. Alvis could just stare in awe, witnessing this shift in the students. And the one who brought it forth was no other than Mr. Woltzer.

“Incredible.”

Lia, who had failed to do what Mr. Woltzer did, couldn’t help but admire him.

“Charles, next time please go talk with a teacher if you feel treated unjustly. Acting up like this won’t help anyone.”

“Understood,” Charles said, albeit reluctantly.

He went away with his food, and Alvis gave him one last glance. Their eyes met and Charles just smirked and went past him.

Something is off with this guy.

Alvis couldn’t put it into words, but just looking at Charles made his inwards twist as if he was a source of trouble.

“Let’s get back into the line.”

Lia touched Alvis on his shoulder, forcing him out of his daze. He shook his head and they went back into the line. However, as they stood there, Alvis could only hear the chewing and the clacking of the dishes, as no one dared to speak. No, they are all deep in their thoughts.

Even if it wasn’t on purpose, Charles had planted the seeds of fear within the students. And with that also the seeds of hatred triggered by their survival instincts. If Mr. Woltzer hadn’t interfered, the situation would have escalated.

Most students still believed in Mr. Woltzer’s plan, yet a small minority already harbored doubts. This minority had only increased with Charles’ speech.

However, the worst thing Charles did was to blame the demons. Even though a little common sense would be enough to understand that they just had to eat more because of their bigger bodies, some students still sided with Charles. It was like fuel, heating the already uncontrollable flame of racism.

The situation can’t deteriorate any further.

Alvis clenched his fist, envisioning a scenario in which the students started killing each other. Without a doubt, it would start with a student of one race killing a student of another. And it would be this first kill that would be taken as a reason to wage war against opposing races.

It would be a War of Races.

The scenario Alvis had just envisioned was most likely the same one the Priest of the Devil Cult aimed for. So as long as they could avoid the racism spreading any further, the game wouldn’t go as he planned.

“—Hello, everyone.”

However, just as Alvis thought about that, the Priest of Knowledge’s voice echoed throughout the entire school.

Alvis’ body winced, and the ground shook as all the other students stood up panicking.

Shit, what does he want?!

“With the first day coming to its end, I’ve got important news for you.”

Alvis held his breath as he awaited his words.

“I came up with a new rule that will make this game way more interesting.”