BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Zerg 14 – This Class Has So Many Well-Connected Students

Chapter 80 Zerg 14 – This Class Has So Many Well-Connected Students

It was a T-shaped intersection. Arnold had been sent by Amorris to the dessert shop on the left to buy milkshakes. That shop’s business was always booming and was famous throughout the interstellar community for being popular among male Zerg.

Once Arnold left, it was estimated he wouldn’t be back for a while.

Amorris leaned against the wall, the warm yellow light adding a touch of mystery to him.

He pretended to casually look around, but his eagle-like, sharp gaze couldn’t find the person who was supposed to be there for the appointment.

Had he been tricked?

Tch.

Amorris felt slightly annoyed. He didn’t want Arnold to be involved in his messy affairs.

He didn’t know when the other party would return… or if he would notice anything amiss. After all, Arnold’s title of Major General wasn’t just for show.

Amorris felt his mind was a tangled mess. First, there was the deal with the head of the Ivan family, and now this invitation from a strange waiter. Troubles just kept coming one after another.

A trap?

But doing something to him here wasn’t a wise choice.

Although this wasn’t the center of the commercial street, the flow of people was still relatively dense. Even though it was late at night, groups of three or five people still passed by Amorris from time to time.

Amorris thought carefully, trying to recall any memories related to the waiter.

He lowered his head slightly, lightly kicking the ground with the tip of his shoe. Golden hair slipped from his shoulder, seeming as tired as its owner, swaying slightly at the collarbone before stopping.

Just then, an unfamiliar aura suddenly appeared.

It was like a black ink dot suddenly appearing on white paper, abrupt and conspicuous.

Amorris frowned and quickly turned his head.

Before this, he hadn’t felt anything was wrong.

Suddenly, a person in black and white waiter’s clothes appeared in his field of vision. He stood in the middle of the street, about ten meters away from Amorris, but the people around seemed to not notice at all that there was another person there, nor did they find his clothing strange.

It was as if…

They couldn’t see him at all.

In an instant, time seemed to be put in slow motion, and even the original sounds of people faded away like the tide.

Amorris stood up straight, the warm yellow light reflecting in his eyes, but there was no warmth in them.

He saw the person walking towards him step by step. The other party didn’t seem to notice Amorris’s alertness and greeted him quite familiarly, “Sorry, sorry, I seem to be late. It’s not my fault, I really couldn’t get away just now.”

As he spoke, the distance between the two quickly became less than a meter.

Amorris subconsciously took a step back, his eyes still wary.

The other party, seeing him take half a step back, had a look of obvious astonishment on his face.

“? You don’t recognize me?”

Amorris frowned and shook his head.

The two looked at each other.

…

After a moment, the other party seemed to suddenly remember something, “Oh, right, right! I forgot to take off the mask.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on the connection between his jaw and neck, buckling it twice, seemingly with some effort.

Then Amorris saw a piece of skin clearly lift up from the other party’s jaw.

A human skin mask?!

This was somewhat beyond Amorris’s expectations. In his impression, the Noel Arena and the forces behind it shouldn’t have developed such a tool.

At least, not yet.

During his time living in the arena, Amorris not only had to participate in bloody matches for entertainment, but he also participated in some secret experiments.

It was a research institute called “Terra.”

Those people in white research uniforms would regularly draw his blood. Over time, Amorris gradually pieced together the truth of the research from the fragmented information—

Human skin masks.

“Not enough… still far from enough…”

“But… we can’t obtain… unless…”

“You’re crazy! How is such a thing possible!”

“…just kidding… I think… it can’t be done…”

These were their original words.

The original owner’s memories played in Amorris’s mind frame by frame.

According to their conversation at the time, developing a human skin mask still required a key material, which was what they were missing.

Unless…

They found that “unless.”

The waiter-dressed person quickly peeled off a piece of skin from his face, revealing a particularly young face underneath that even looked somewhat chubby.

“I’m Phil, do you remember me?”

Removing the mask seemed to relieve a long-time stuffiness. Phil shook his head, his short brown hair shaking with him.

“Phil…” Amorris murmured, a figure in his mind gradually overlapping with the person in front of him.

The only difference was that the person in his memory looked even younger, clearly underage, although he didn’t know if he was an adult now.

The other party lived with him in the Noel Arena. Amorris’s acquaintance with Phil was purely due to an accident.

In the arena, besides people like Amorris who were naturally gifted, there were also many mediocre people. And the latter often became the “nourishment” of the Noel Arena.

Here, the cheapest thing was life.

But it was these lives that brought a considerable profit to the Noel Arena.

In this world where death and tomorrow never knew which would come first, anything unrelated to “getting stronger” was a luxury.

To give back to new and old customers, the Noel Arena held a performance every three years.

It was an art of violence and blood, where noble gentlemen fed on the fear of slaves. When those expressions distorted by fear were forever fixed on their faces, it was a moment of harvest.

It was a battle royale.

All living “Mannies” and beasts would be uniformly placed in a forest. After ten days, only ten people could leave alive.

So it wasn’t just a battle between humans and beasts, but also a battle between humans and humans.

Amorris and Phil met in this battle royale.

At that time, Phil was being chased by a beast, running around wildly, when he accidentally bumped into Amorris, who was fighting another beast.

Amorris didn’t want to meddle in other people’s business, but unfortunately, the beast chasing Phil had already noticed Amorris. If he didn’t get rid of it, it would also be a threat to Amorris himself.

In this way, Amorris became Phil’s savior.

From then on, Phil followed Amorris’s ass every day, clamoring about repaying his kindness or something.

Unlike the already famous Amorris, Phil looked like a newbie. He had survived to this day entirely due to his keen observation.

“Don’t follow me.” Amorris, wearing a black combat uniform, wiped the short knife in his hand. “If the final number of people exceeds ten, I will kill you without hesitation.”

In this grand “performance,” all the cast members wore an electronic watch on their wrists, which only displayed a bright red number, which was the current number of survivors.

Amorris wasn’t a bloodthirsty person. Under normal circumstances, he wasn’t willing to put in extra effort.

The rule of the performance was that only ten people could live in the end, so when the curtain fell, if the number of survivors was still greater than 10—

Then it could only be forced to end.

Who knew that Phil didn’t seem to understand the threat in his tone, but instead approached him with a smile, “Well, that can’t be helped, I’ll just have to admit I’m unlucky.”

“But my luck has always been good.”

As he said, Phil’s luck was indeed good.

On the morning of the tenth day, no more, no less, the number on the strap changed from a bright red 11 to 10.

Later, the two became acquainted just like that. Although most of the time it was Phil talking alone.

Amorris originally thought Phil would die in some match, but the other party’s luck seemed to be really good. Later, he also accidentally obtained a key piece of information, helping Amorris escape.

So…

How could Phil be here?

Why did he meet him alone?

Phil quickly revealed the reason without letting Amorris be confused for too long.

“Listen to me, Amorris. Leave here, the sooner the better.”

“The Noel Arena, no, not just it, but also the ■■ behind it, they’re all here.”

Phil’s tone was hurried, as if he was in a hurry, as if there was some flood or beast behind him. The two words that Amorris didn’t hear clearly, because of the strange pronunciation and fast speed, made him confused.

“Believe me, they’re targeting you, I don’t know why.”

“There’s no time to explain more. A month later, the Imperial First Academy will have joint military exercises with other military academies, that’s the best time for you to escape.”

“This is my communication number.” Phil stretched out his hand and gently touched Amorris’s wrist, and an unfamiliar number appeared in Amorris’s terminal. “I’ll contact you then. And this, a signal jammer and pheromone blocker, I don’t know how they found you, but you can take them.”

As Phil spoke, he took out two things and pushed them in front of him.

Amorris’s eyes still revealed scrutiny, and he didn’t know how much he believed.

In Amorris’s view, perhaps the original owner believed Phil, but to him, Phil’s credibility was still questionable.

Seeing Amorris looking doubtful, Phil became even more anxious, “Please, Amorris, you must believe me. This time Number 0 will also come, and by that time, you really won’t be able to escape.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Phil disappeared quickly, as if he had never appeared at all. Only the two items in Amorris’s hand and the extra number in the terminal could prove that he had been there.

The slaves in the arena were named with numbers, but Number 0 was different. He was the manager here, and also the adjudicator. All those who attempted to resist and escape would be sanctioned by Number 0.

No one knew who he used to be, or where he came from, because—that might no longer be called a person.

It was a weapon.

Even Amorris, who had modified his left arm, couldn’t imagine how Number 0 had survived.

Obviously, he still had his own thoughts, but his body was made up of 90% metal.

Really… can’t escape?

This was the second time Amorris had heard this sentence tonight.

He hadn’t fought Number 0, but he had heard of his rumors—no living person had ever seen his true face. He was able to escape from the Noel Arena at that time thanks to Phil’s information that Number 0 had gone into the factory for repairs.

Even so, after thinking about it slightly, Amorris still had no intention of escaping.

On the one hand, his deal with Duke Ivan wasn’t completed, and on the other hand…

“Amorris—” Another voice came from behind him, “Sorry for the wait.”

It was Arnold, he was back.

Amorris quickly put the signal jammer and pheromone blocker into the butterfly brooch on his chest before turning around.

He saw Arnold carrying five or six bags in his hand.

? So many?

Amorris conveyed his question with his eyes.

“I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I bought them all.” Arnold explained.

He had never eaten this kind of thing before, and he didn’t know which one was delicious, so he simply bought them all.

“Idiot.” Amorris pouted and muttered softly, then tore open the straw, randomly took a cup and inserted it, then took a sip.

It was strawberry flavored.

But Arnold had unusually sensitive senses, so he still heard Amorris scolding him.

“So…sorry…” Although Arnold didn’t know what he had done wrong, he always felt uneasy in front of Amorris.

He clearly wanted to show his best side, but he always messed it up…

He didn’t know why. From the first moment he saw Amorris, the dignified and cold Major General Arnold in front of his subordinates disappeared, leaving only an Arnold whose eyes were full of Amorris.

It was as if this was a law engraved in his soul.

Immersed in his own annoyed thoughts, Arnold didn’t notice the changes in the outside world at all. The next moment, a cool touch touched his lips.

Then, a strawberry-scented coolness was passed in.

“This is the punishment for an idiot.”

Arnold’s brain crashed: “…Sweet.”

Arnold had forgotten how he got home.

Under the moonlight, two figures were intertwined, and the evening breeze raised the gauze curtain, covering the parts that Jinjiang didn’t allow to be written.

What kind of relationship were they?

Arnold didn’t know.

Since he couldn’t figure it out, then don’t think about it.

In the end of his memory, his eyes were scattered, and he heard a clear and mixed with lust voice.

“Do you like it?”

“…Like”

Amorris got up from the bed, the bright moon was facing the window, and the starry sky set off his eyes like water.

Phil’s words were still echoing in his mind.

But he wouldn’t escape.

Because, he found the stars.

The next day, early in the morning, the class was discussing something again.

At least Amorris didn’t know.

He could hear the chattering sounds in the classroom while he was still in the hallway.

It seemed that someone else was transferring to the school.

Amorris thought listlessly.

He didn’t expect this class to have so many well-connected students. First him, and now another one was coming.

The Imperial First Academy wasn’t actually this easy to get into. The difficulty of getting in was no less than Amorris learning to cook.

Amorris was really grateful to Arnold for being able to transfer in.

It was Custer who found Amorris first and pulled him aside, “I heard that His Highness the Second Prince is transferring here.”

The Second Prince?

Amorris’s heart tightened.

If he remembered correctly, the Second Prince, another villain in the plot, finally changed his ways because he admired Custer.