With the scream, we all stopped what we were planning to do and looked at the person who screamed.

The quite young looking boy stared with shock at the display of his phone. He had apparently checked his appearance with his front camera.

I didn't recognize him immediately but his clothes, his phone and the place where he sat were enough hints to guess his identity.

"Ah, you woke up just at the right time, Maurice."

"W-w-what? Who are you?"

"He claims to be Mark. Now that you are awake calm down first and then we'll talk."

Matthias intervened. He is right though. He first has to calm down as he apparently is quite shaken by something.

He usually doesn't express his emotions much. We both did that, so we could talk to each other without having to mind what the other person thinks. That's why we both became friends in the first place. We just don't like the idea of a person openly rejecting us for whatever reason so we just don't talk much to them. However, we could talk to each other without such problems as even if we thought it was weird we just didn't express it and with that didn't make each other nervous. He also is a giant scaredy cat and with that doesn't like anything involving too much "risk" in his eyes. That's why he likes the pc and I also play it a lot so we get along quite well.

Anyways, the fact that he is this shaken means something big must have happened.

As I look at him I notice that he actually changed quite a lot. Before, he was a slightly scrawny guy with short brown hair. He wasn't exactly a sporty guy but still way more than me. He was also somewhere at my height, meaning around 1,80m. His face was quite ordinary but still possessed a strange charm that you just couldn't figure out where it comes from.

However now he changed into a little boy around 1,50m. Maybe 1,56m? He now also has shoulder length blond hair and sky blue eyes. Quite different from his previously brown eyes. His face changed just as much. Now his face literally radiates cuteness and also a tinge of handsomeness.

So I turned into a loli and he became a shota? How high are the chances for something like this to happen? He probably also has a heritage as there is probably basically no way for him to change this much just like that. Also, he is quite shaken so he didn't choose this, maybe? So what is his heritage?

"Hey Maurice, do you have a heritage? What is it?"

I just ask straight away and he appears quite confused as to why a little loli is speaking to him like she knows him very well.

Can't they even consider the fact that I am truly Mark, even without me proving it? It is a bit annoying to see your friends and acquaintances not recognize you.

"I-I have the heritage of the incubus. But still who are you. Also... what are you?"

I groan. In all stories and games, incubus and succubus are annoying to deal with. I hope his personality will stay mostly the same.

"I am Mark. And I don't even know myself what I am."

No use in lying if I want to continue having him as a friend at least.

At first, he looks stupefied. Then he looks at me with wide open eyes with shock written all over his face.

"Yo-You are Mark? Mark is a boy though. No, wait if it's a heritage..."

He just spoke to himself for a while, while thinking quite hard. At least that's what it looked like.

After about a minute or two, he apparently calmed down. So I wanted him to confirm that I am me when he started asking me questions. He also wanted to confirm it, huh. 

"What game did we start playing in our own clan but stopped shortly after?"

I was a bit surprised but still answered.

"Depending on the genres of the game. It could be either shakes&fidget or warframe. There was also that one time in hero zero."

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He nods and asks again.

"What is the name I use the most in games?"

"It is Hamsterlord."

He nods again and asks the next question.

"What did I ask of you this morning?"

"You asked me if I had the German homework. I said that I had them but I would need to take out my stuff first."

He nods and sighs.

"Looks like you really are Mark. So just what happened to you?"

"How should I know. I was in the room and got scanned for a heritage when it said I had one but it didn't know it so it wanted to look into it and had to manifest it first. It didn't even ask me first. And in the end, it wasn't able to revert it."

"The system wasn't able to revert the changes? But wasn't the system directly made by the gods? Shouldn't it also have godlike powers?

"It said that reverting the changes that my heritage made would require a power that only real gods have. So it wasn't able to do it itself. And now it is too late it said."

He looks like he is thinking very hard about it. While the others surrounding us look still like they don't really believe it. Well everyone but Matthias and Ben. I know that mere words won't convince them easily. It is better to just leave it alone for now and slowly prove it to them.

The situation at the moment is stable now so we just have to wait for everyone to wake up.

However, fate didn't seem to like the idea of us just idly waiting.

The door slammed open and 3 people entered.

I didn't really know the 2 at the back but there was no way I would forget the one at the front.

It was Brian.

He actually hasn't changed all that much from before.

His face was still mostly the same, it just looked like he did some fine tuning. It was still the arrogant face with green eyes and muddy short blond hair.

His body, however, changed quite a bit. Before, he only did some sports, so he had some muscle but it was quite subtle. Now, however, he looked like a perfect teen model with a chiseled body. 

"Hey! Where is that bastard Mark? He is gonna receive a nice beating."

My classmates didn't seem to know what to do so they just stared at each other. 

This lasted quite a while and it didn't look like he was going to receive an answer.

"I'm asking you where he is! Just tell me already or I will get angry!"

The boys didn't seem all that scared or impressed and also the girls didn't think much of it. 

When he saw that he got enraged and punched the open door. 

With a loud noise, he just punched through the door. While there are even some normal people who can do that, that is usually only with either old and brittle doors or very thin ones. This door, however, was still quite young and very thick. So it was also a sturdy one. The fact that he could punch through it, proved his physical strength. 

The boys of my class now became a bit worried while the girls were beginning to start panicking.

I, however, wasn't as impressed. First of all, I knew that I could crack concrete so why not wood as well. Also, I knew his character. He is way too prideful for his own good. When we were still in elementary school I didn't beat him up just once. He often came back to get revenge but still lost.

Thanks to his overblown ego and pride he thinks it is a sign of weakness to dodge an attack. So he never did, thanks to which it was quite easy defeating him. I really don't know how his parents managed to make him tick like that.

"Tell me already!"

Lilie couldn't endure it anymore.

"Th-this girl here said she is Mark."

Shit couldn't you have kept quiet?

"This girl is? Please don't joke around or I will get even angrier!"

How creative...

"It's true. She said It was because of a heritage."

"A heritage? A heritage could certainly change someone that drastically. Ok girl, if you are indeed Mark then get ready for a beating, if you are just some girl then you can still "follow" me. I like the way you look."

...

....

Did he just really say that? Did he really do that? First of all, did he just ask a girl that looks like 12 or something to "follow" him (I ain't uselessly denying what I currently am)? And second of all did he just ask me to "follow" him? Also, what is wrong with his taste?

The others already took some distance from me because my tail started swinging about wildly and hit a lot of the tables and chairs.

I didn't even try to control it. Instead, I just thought about my anger and hate for that guy.

A second later my tail seemed to rejoice and shot forward, extended to its full length of 4m, hit the wall right to his face and embedded itself in it.

He didn't even react. He just stood there, stupidly opening and closing his mouth.

Shit. I just lost control over myself. It didn't happen for so long but...

When I was still a child I easily got angry and I would often lose control over my anger. This caused me a lot of trouble so I tried to learn to control it. 

When I was 11, I finally managed to do so and I haven't lost control ever since. But with all the stuff going on today it seemed I lost control for a bit.

Calm down. Calm down.

Remove your tail and then defuse the situation.

...

It's stuck! My goddamn tail is stuck! Why does it make so many problems?

Looks like I have to remove it per hand, well claw.

So I walk in his direction and immediately his 2 goons/friends step up to block me. However, they are sweating quite a lot while Brian still hasn't regained his witts.

I just walk around the goons/friends and go to the place where my tail is embedded. 

I ready my claws and ram them into the wall. As expected, they go in quite easily. The piece where my tail is stuck is now quite lose, so I am able to pull it out of the wall and then remove my claws as well.

A chunk of concrete still clings to my tail so I have to cut it out per hand.

All the time, silence prevailed. No one dared to say anything and was waiting for me to say something. 

So after I am done freeing my tail, I turn to Brian and his goons/friends and ask with a sweet smile that also displays my sharp teeth

"Is there anything else that you wanted?"