"Easy now. Step back, Zadial. Your knuckles are bleeding as well. It's an injury that doesn't need any tending; just dab alcohol and apply pressure without any intensive use for the next 3 days. Got it?"
Zadial, ever confused, frantically nodded his head as he stared at his lacerated and bloodied knuckle. It acted as an indicator of the sheer force Zadial put behind that hook, so much so that a single hit caused damage even to the Deliverer.
One could only imagine the recipient.
The invigilator knelt beside Isaac calmly, which suggested he had seen this exact scene multiple times in the past. He checked Isaac's dilated pupils, his fingers tracing the massive swelling along his temple.
"You took a direct cranial impact and a direct slam into the ground. Highly possible TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury), Clavicle / Scapular fracture, or/and Thoracic vertebra compression fracture. I don't think there are any signs of intracranial bleeding, but your vitals are super erratic, and from the kickback of the In-Threading you did, all your muscle fibres should be torn, especially your knee. Look how swollen it is.
Actually, on top of that, after Zadial's slam AND Overrides, your skeletal frame should be nearly fractured all across, and your bum should be bruised blue-black. Luckily, though, no fourth-degree burns or lacerations, a testament to your dodging abilities. Great job btw. Unluckily though, get ready for the worst soreness of your life tomorrow; I mean it." he chuckles briskly. "Stay still."
"Hah… How can you laugh in this situation like this?"
"I could ask the same." The invigilator offered a smile to help soothe the worry, on top of the warmth of a Concordee being summoned.
Healing Noësis from a Nature Spirit.
As the pain dissipated, Isaac began to ponder, as usual.
Argh!!! HOT DAMN! That's painful.
Ah shibal, screw the pain! I wanna use my brain to figure out how healing Noësis even works?
In this world where Mana follows post-Big Bang quantum laws and Spells rely on BEC states, there's no room for hand-waving away regeneration with vague energy beams as it was in the game. So how do you scientifically repair torn tissue, reconnect nerves, or restore blood vessels using 'Noësis' and particle physics?
…
Oh my days~ Never mind… Overthinking hurts.
"Ow…"
"Hold this." The invigilator placed a compress wrapped over Isaac's temple. He tugged as the pressure around his skull increased. Finally, he stood and announced to both of the boys.
"Duel is over. Victory goes to Zadial Ysarim on a first-strike basis and by knockout. Record is updated to 25-3. Isaac Mun's first debut duel is now updated to 0-1. Good job on both parts; make sure to take plenty of rest."
He turns back once more to Isaac.
"A loss does not define who you are. Try not to get CTE. Keep it pushing."
Haha… It's used as a positive slang here.
Before he leaves, he flashes a smirk and a giggle.
The masses clapped at the end of that spectacular duel.
Ah~ That's technically my third loss in New EAA.
I gotta lock in… Over the two weeks. Definitely.
Zadial doesn't celebrate nor cheer. He didn't even smile. His guilty eyes fell on Isaac.
Contrary to how he usually does against someone he has beaten. He looked at him like something far more than a fallen opponent to pity. He looked at Isaac like a threat to his worldview and logic.
An illogical rival and an unequivocal equal.
"Dude… That was the most bat shit insane maneuver I've ever faced," he tried to force a smile that didn't look quite right. "I assumed you had some Thaumitons left and tried to manipulate the air with aerokinesis to finish me off. It would have been insane if you did… A First-Year utilizing a Novice-Class Clause-Construct. But then… You tricked me… You went and used the residual air pressure differences from your previous Clause Constructs to close the distance, right? Was that your plan from the beginning?"
I met his gaze. My lip curls into a weary grin.
"Yeah, sorta, the punch at the end definitely was. But before that, the original plan was to fuck up each of your Concordees before fucking you up. But. Hey? I lost, you won. Sucks to suck ig. Even if you won… Guess you'll have to do better next time to not leave yourself that damn open. You had 3 Concordees guarding you, and you still left that opening wide."
An unexpected foreshadowing.
"What if your Concordees were to turn on you? How would you rely on them, huh?"
I still need to insult him somewhat~ Eat shit, you bum. FUCK! My entire body hurts so much.
Zadial's eyes widened as he was about to retort. I mean, how could the loser be lecturing the winner? Simple logic at best, but deeper than that, it wasn't even constructive advice that he had not heard before.
In fact, a solitary duelist uses opponents as measures too. Twenty-five wins means twenty-five people who functioned as proof of his rank. Isaac does to him what he has always done to others, with higher stakes.
What kind of reversal is this?
But he still stopped.
He realized that for the first time in his entire life, he was getting pressed.
Why was he feeling this innate urge in his chest?
What was this feeling that wanted him to cherish this conversation?
He could not say at the moment; all he could do was feel the familiarity in their craft.
Zadial exhaled; all he could do was bow his head out of genuine respect. A faint, this time truthful smile lingered on his lips. "I'll take what you said to heart. It was… a humbling experience, per se."
A possible new friend?
Hell nah—I'm not that naive… I still have my superiority over code… But maybe… an ally. He fights well too, so that's extra firepower. Someone worth keeping around to see the End of the Story by my side.
I nod, still nursing the throbbing in my skull.
"Same here. Did you have to add the throw at the end? Fuck me, man…"
"S-sorry!"
"Hahaha! Nah, nah, don't worry about it, bro."
There's an awkward silence, long enough to let the tension settle.
Zadial was the first to break it.
"Would you… care to spar again sometime? Just training. Dueling partners, maybe."
"I'll consider it. But play a more proactive role with your Concordees. Synchronize your attacks with them, not on a turn-by-turn basis. That way you can beat up your opponent even harder."
He draws his hand back with a slight nod.
"You're really blunt with your words, huh? Yeah, I understand. Thank you, Isaac. Rest well."
"Yessir, you too."
As he turns to walk away, Isaac catches himself watching Zadial.
Hmmm… Maybe I misjudged him. I get the same feeling in my gut when I talk to my day ones. He feels like someone I've known for a long time. Maybe thats why I could speak in such a derogatory manner.
If he develops the fighting style I advised him, he would make a great combatant, giving enemies no time to breathe. He should be more straightforward. So long as he overwhelms his opponent, then who cares how flashy you look?
Imagine a Judo throw into the ground, a binding Spell with Earth, and then he just blasts the shit out of them with his Spirits. He might be an underrated talent, one not mentioned in the original game.
Ah~ What am I saying? I need to get used to these new terminologies. Maybe we are different. He's gonna be an underrated dawg whilst I'm probably gonna be an overrated fraud once word gets out of the duel.
That's fine.
I don't need people like me. I just need to grow stronger and learn more. Spread my beliefs to the ends of the Earth. And to do so… I gotta make use of every opportunity:
"Yo! Zadial! Help me a bit in the future! Teach me some Judo another day, ya? If you need or want, I gotchu for boxing!"
Zadial turns, his eyes light up. For he was someone who had awaited that sentence for a long, long time. And he smiles; it was a bright, idiotic smile.
"Of course! You help me figure out how to activate my Topological Matrix too! Ah! And explain the symbolism behind its effects too!"
"I gotchu!"
Hahhhh… That settles the social power-ups.
And now for personal power-ups.
Will the System still behave like a fantastical game?
"Topological Anchor V2: Self Statistics."
Name: Isaac Mun
Class: Anomalous Entity / Apprentice-Class Mage
Class: Anomalous Entity
Title: "Eulogist of Every Truth", "Audience? of the Acts", "Adept of the Howling Void", "The First Anomalous Constant"
Age: 17 (Biological Age). 19 (Mental Age)
Stats:
- Strength: 1-Star
- Vitality: 3-Star
- Agility: 3-Star
- Intellect: 5-Star
- Stamina: 100%
Attributes:
Topological Anchor (Version 2): A true reminder that you're an outsider. After encountering the nexus, you have been granted the authority to 'perceive' into the baseline of this world.
- Mimicry #1 (Buff): Due to your jealousy of a certain character, your worldview is slowed by 15%
- Mimicry #2 (Buff): Due to your jealousy of a certain character, your memory has been enhanced to an Eidetic state.
- Mimicry #3 (Buff): Due to your jealousy of a certain character, your body is capable of attuning/creating one derived or unique Element of your own earlier than most. Its efficiency and efficacy will be that of, if not higher than, a Royal Derivative.
With sufficient acceptance, you may see more…
Hollow Frame (Curable Debuff): While the mind is expansive, the body is a hollow joke—merely a shell incapable of expressing full potential in the material plane, just as you have once hated.
Media Literacy (Perpetual Passive): A product of narcissistic reading comprehension. An abrupt and uncanny faculty that renders narrative structure perceptible to you as if it were a physical memory—you apprehend Introductions, Catharses, Complexity, Culminations, Depth, Developments, Dynamics, Ideologies, Internal Conflicts, Main Themes, Philosophies, and Symbolisms with the same immediacy as one reads a sentence, be it aspects of a story or characters themselves.
I Hate Therefore I Think, I Think Therefore I.M (Conditional Passive): A cognitive accrual triggered in contact with something you find genuinely disgusting. All facets of thought accelerate past what focus or interest alone could produce, back to what it once was. Loathing acts as the catalyst. The more repulsive the subject, the better your analysis.
Mana Shielding (Synthesizable): The application of Projection Magic around the Mage's body. A barrier of Mana exists to protect you from environmental hazards and forces. Be it heat, g-force, or other Mage's bodily attacks, you will be protected so long as you have sufficient Mana.
Alternate Type: Mental-Type Mana Build (Passive and… Possible Evolution?): Your brain operates with enhanced efficiency, pushing mental precision far beyond the baseline of humanity. You gain three enhancements:
- Affinity Surge (Buff): Increases elemental Affinity by +1 Star temporarily upon activation.
- Focus subtype (Mode): Thought rate accelerates by 60%
- Awareness subtype (Mode): Situational perception is heightened by 65%
With sufficient mastery, future evolution of Topological Anchor and usage of Mana Shielding, ?̴̻̺̦̄͗̾?̸͖̭̲͌̑͗?̵̬͕̑̔̕, and ?̴̻̺̦̄͗̾?̸͖̭̲͌̑͗?̵̬͕̑̔̕.
Full Synthesis and Ascension may become achievable.
Theater of Loci: With Three Attributes combined, here lies a Play in a World that does not exist. In this isolated Universe, there can only be one truth. Discovered as the logic repeats cycles and regressions of unfathomable repetitions based on facts you have absorbed, taking its place as parts of the theater, fixed in nature and position. You will watch what any performance would have to become without interfering.
All to Reach the End of the Story
Element Affinity:
Wind (Main Element): 2-Star
Mana Remaining: 300/300 MP
Interesting… It still does…
…
Hell YEAH!
Wow… Just—wow. Normally, this is the kind of reaction I have when I'm stunned and jealous of someone else's stats. But this time, I get the luxury of being shocked because of my own. An extra star in elemental Affinity? A 60% increase in neural processing speed? A 65% boost in situational awareness?
Seriously? Are you giving all this to me?
…
Well then.
THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU!
Finally, I have an ability that gives me a competitive edge against these motherfuckers. It's not a cheat skill that regression/transmigration MC's get, but it's good enough for me, lowkey. Again, although not as good as those with the ζ-Type Mana Build cuz their base buff probably gaps mine.
It's still so good for the average student.
And the best part is that this is only stage one of what this ability can become. There's potential for synthesis with Topological Anchor, Thaumitonic Shielding, and huh?
More glitchy text.
?̴̻̺̦̄͗̾?̸͖̭̲͌̑͗?̵̬͕̑̔̕ '
How interesting.
I'll deduce the meaning of them later, but my initial assumptions would be the other power systems of this world. Maybe Qi— Monaduons, Buddhism, or Esotericism. Seeing as Fermionic Monaduons? Is that what they're called? is incompatible with Bosonic Man— Thaumitons; any cultivation techniques wouldn't pair well with the Mana Build unless I'm Caelum or Xue'er with their damn | Phylogenetic Root |.
That leaves the Hinduist Powers and the Esoteric Powers.
In fact, if I think about it a little harder, since everything in this world is governed by science.
What particles would be used to form the other two power systems?
magic = Bosons
cultivation = Fermions
Sanātanavidyā = ???
Esotericism = ???
Hmmm… They're slightly more abstract in context compared to the other two…
Gravitons / Gravitinos are out of the question since whatever fucked up admin out there would have already used them for the God King's Gravity magic and Tachyons for some BS faster-than-light travel or maybe some teleportation technology.
That leaves…
Abelian Anyons, Non-Abelian Anyons, Quons, Quasiparticles, Phonons, Magnons, Polarons, Plasmons, Excitons, Skyrmions, Spinons, Holons, Orbitons, Majorana quasiparticles, Dyons, Monopoles, Plektons, Geons, Preons, Kaluza–Klein modes, Higgsinos, Orbitons, Dropletons and Solitons at the top of my head.
A holy yap.
Out of these options. The most likely ones are… ehhhh… Hmmm… I was never taught how to apply these to divination and meditations…
Ah fuck it… Nevertheless.
My unique attribute would be Topological Anchor x Topological Matrix, one that the game has never seen. And beyond that? Who knows what kind of enhancements await this attribute? For now, let's take the temporal resolution of sensory organs, transmission speed, synaptic delay, and network processing, ceteris paribus.
An increase of 60% in neuron firing speed would make the world 60% slower. 40% of its original speed. With Topological Anchor V2, I already have a 15% reduction in the world speed, 85% of its original speed.
It would be idiotic to just add them together, rathter their relationship would be multiplicative. Also, strictly, a 60% increase in firing speed is a factor of 1.6, which would make perceived world speed 1/1.6 = 62.5%.
0.85 multiplied by 0.625 equals 0.53125%.
In summary, if I layer Topological Anchor V2 and my Mana Build on top of each other. The world's speed, subjectively to me, would be 46.9% slower… eh, let's just round it to 47% slower.
Holy… Outside of combat, the benefits are vast as hell. If I get to use my Topological Matrix and Topological Anchor V2 during exams, I could turn a 1 hr 30 min paper into a 2 hr 49 min paper.
The thought of slowly weaving Topological Anchor: V2 into the framework of an ever-evolving ability makes his heart race.
Oh man thats such a W.
The benefits are endless! And it's not like Xuě Xīlián's or Sephalyn's, where it's permanently on, so I don't have to deal with the loneliness of a slow worl— Huh… I wonder how Sephalyn feels in her own world?
It would be a good point to bring up.
Ah~ But today, I can rest really easy.
Isaac left the site of the duel in favour of his dormitory. His limbs were sore, yet he didn't mind, for they were sore from effort well spent.
Isaac began his daily routine, dropping his books and moving to his doorframe; training, or what he could manage of training, was no longer mere exertion but a necessity as highlighted by his loss against Zadial. Isaac had to shape this body to match the precision of his mind. Once the sets and reps were finished, Isaac hit the showers. Although the pain in his temple remained, Isaac headed for dinner after some leisurely reading.
It was a simple fare of eggs, greens, and lean meat, sustenance that assisted the development and recovery of his body. As always, he went for 3 extra servings, in the process, checking on his 'chocolates' too. Near the end of his day, Isaac sat at his desk; he reviewed his notes on Noësical Theory while doing further reading on the particular concept of the Noëtic Driver.
Gawh damn?! Every Wave Binder does this shit unconsciously just to cast?
This could easily be a field of biology in and of itself!
A-and! A few steps back a bit. Bro, are you shitting me? I still have to study in an isekai?!
Be that as it may, he sighed, mustering the determination to master the lacking principles and equations, and of course, to score high and maintain a high MAI.
Before imma start studying… I should understand the scoring. This world improved the GPA system, as usual. Multidimensional, ain't no fuckin' studying is this serious; Academic Indices is graded on a 5-aspect basis where:
MAI = (Kᵢ·0.35) + (Cₐ·0.25) + (Iₙ·0.20) + (Eₘ·0.10) + (Sₜ·0.10)
Where:
Kᵢ = Knowledge Integrity
Cₐ = Cognitive Adaptability
Iₙ = Innovation Index
Eₘ = Emotional Maturity
Sₜ = Situational Tenacity
Cool, they ensure that every psychological and physical aspect of a student is considered to avoid the issue with the GPA where only academics were tested.
But, shit, man.
For a 4.6 MAI and above, I damn near gotta score an A* on every aspect, if not score a super fucking high grade for my Knowledge Integrity or Cognitive Adaptability.
Would studying methods work here?
Eh…
Should work.
He recalled what methods he used in his life on Earth.
And spammed it for the remainder of the day.
10-3-2 Method, Active Recall, SQ3R Technique, Distributed Practice, Feynman Technique, Pomodoro Method, Spaced Repetition, Schizophrenic Explanation, of course, Method of Loci too, etc., etc…
With that, for 3 hours' worth of studying, while activating his Topological Matrix, he tried to layer his Topological Matrix, but that didn't go so well; Isaac got the first chapter of Noësical Theory down perfectly in his memory, even without eidetic..
At last, he flopped into bed, staring at the ceiling above while losing to his thoughts.
Give me Turaiya's perfect memory, and I would be thankful. Seriously… I wish I had 1/10th of the memory the average regression MC has.
Right… Two weeks. That's the gap before Arc III begins. I need to tackle the student aspect of being reincarnated. Most of the stories I read don't cover it, but now that this story has come alive.
I need to also consider my extracurricular activities and the other stuff that will be useful in my application letter to many firms or jobs. Even if EINA is the most prestigious academic entity in the world. So many applicants from it with the same interest as me will apply for top businesses as well. And in order to do so, I will not only need extra stuff in my application letter but also strong connections.
Hoo… In those two weeks, I'll meet my companions I stick with through the entire Arc.
I hope they're competent enough for me…
OR~ OR~ I can fucking gamble on stocks that I know are gonna rise in the future and buy out anyone I wa—
Yeah, as if.
No. No. No.
I can't solely rely on future knowledge to make stocks or betting to win big money. No, that should be an extra on top of securing a stable source of finance cuz there are at bare minimum 3 more factors that influence the macroeconomics of the world.
Plus, who knows what fucking economics goes on in this world. Mythical herbs and aspects of creatures to help with Esoteric Ascension? Hell, for all I know, there could be a Golden Pill that refines my meridians or some shit on the market.
Wah~ Shit… I got my work cut out for me. In these 2 weeks, I will have to:
Train like shit Make a shit ton of friends Do a shit ton of extracurricular activities Do a shit ton of extra academic activities Study. Study. And study a shit ton
6. Get a shit ton of money and divide it into accounts
Urghhhhh… Student life sucks…
The Institute will slow down, for now, since this part of the story was merely filler episodes before Arc III.
So, it's bonding time.
Wait, no, that sounds wrong… Actually… Wouldn't that just accelerate the process?
Isaac looks towards his fragile body and immediately discards the thoughts of dual cultivation to refine yin and yang qi or the idea of sexual bonding.
Yeah… FUCK no… Literally. My pelvis would shatter on impact.
Sigh… I gotta form friends, if not camaraderie, with every First-Year in EINA. They all seem so friendly, so it should be a-okay, right? Of course with the interest of Exarch Silas's and Caleum the Clankers interest growing, but that's besides the point.
What matters truly is how the main cast will react to each other, seeing as they will soon be called the Tetravalent Conclave. Turaiya should keep Caelum grounded with her calm honesty and prevent bad ending 7. Anzhelika will lead the group in the battle IQ aspect, even if they argue half the time, so that should prevent bad ending 4. Ironically, the most important girl to Caelum would be Sephalyn, so long as she introduces entropy into their friend group. They will never be bored of each other and prevent bad ending 9.
Okay. Good.
So long as these plot points remain intact, then everything should be fine.
The main quartet will be forming into the future family of all royalty eventually, literally.
I will put my faith in them to carry the main story to its end.
With his mind made up. Isaac would train every day. Wind Clause-Constructs, combat, Mathematics, Thaumitonic Physics, Biology, training sessions, Noësical Theory. Everything. He'll push his own limits.
So that when danger may arise in the Third Arc.
I won't be as strong as the main quartet, of course, bru. But I don't need to be. I'll just be strong enough to survive and get enough sleep for sure.
Fuck… I really need more sleep.
Isaac hugged the provided bolster goodnight.
Next:
Act I Arc III: The Thalionic Spiral
…
Wait a minute…
'... Ah! And explain the symbolism behind its visual effects! …'
Visual effects?
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Verily, what manner of man is this? He shineth now as though such tribulation were but a common day's toil.
A testament unto his boundless adaptability.
Isaac Mun…
How grievous it is that by thine hand I am kept from passing beyond the barrier.
The H̷̱̱͇̱͒̅͗̂͌̀́̈́͒͂̒̔͛̒̎̓͘̚͝ą̷͇͚͓̳̫̦͇̲̖̜̼̰̜̎̊͋̓͜͝ͅṛ̴̛̝̼̮͉͖͈͙̗̭̱̭͚͇͕̲͔͎͓̑͐̔̅̔̑̈́̋̎́͗̓͆̑̕͜͜͝b̸̳̱̭̹̺̯͈̝̯̫͕̠̱̄̌̊̄̅̍̓̒͒͌͒ȉ̷̛̜̯̟͎͓̤̮̖̼̹͎̟̲̫̼̈͆̋̉͛̾̿̆̿̏͜͝ň̷̡̡͖̠͉̻̬͓͎̼̺͓̘̪̫̽͌́͂̇̐̈́̉̈́̚g̴̛̤̫̝̝͙͓̙̘͚̗̠̘̤̦͙̱̈̃̋̇e̵̢̢̺͓̬̼͕͕͉̜̥̱̮͇̤̤͍̖͌́̋̋̾̀͌̒̇̄̊̊̋̋̎̂̅̚̚r̶̡̲̘̲̖̥͓̪̗̬̯͚͉͎̰̩̦̯̤̀̀͌̃͘͘͝ ̶̢̡̲̻̻̤̟̭̱̹̖͔̠̳̅͊͜ǫ̷̧̡̠̱̫͎̠̥͈͇͎͉̅͑̔͊̀̋͂͛͂̔̒͘͝͝ͅf̴̙̑͐̉̄͐̍̃̿͑ ̶̹͇̬̥̙͖͖̤͇̹͖̪̹̭̖̖̝̻̽̊̏̆́̀͒̆̈̂̆͌̀́̚̕͜A̷̭̝̫̲̪̖̥̼̟̾̍̃̊̍̃͊̔̀̉̈́̚͜͜ ̸̨̧̗͎̦̤̞͖̳̝̈́̌͛̇̋̈͆̐̚͘Ş̴̡̯̘̪͉͎̹̠̼̭̞̩̘̼̟̥̠͙̽̃͂̓̚͜͜ķ̸̡̡̨̜̜̜͎̯̰̰͓͔̮͕͍̍͒̄̔̊̔̓̅̌͝y̷͕̩̣͈̩̗͖̌̓͌̐̉̓͒͝ ̶̢̡͔̥͉͓̝̱̻̺̰̫̮̱̗̟̓̒̽̔̿̊̉͗̓͊̈́̔̈́̈́̓̄̕͘̕̕F̶̢̫̟̘͙̱̼̥̆̃̇̂o̴̰͔͇̜͈͖̺̗͚̖̟̤̻̾̑͐̇̎̑̆́̔̈́̀̾͘ŗ̸̱͉̼͍̥̬̞̭̬̙̳͖̅͊̎͑͒́̽̓͠͝g̶̡̢̡̨̬̳̫͎̲̟̹̻͉̳̤̪̮͍̺͖̑̾̃̊̂̅͒̓̕ͅo̶̖͙͆̎̀̍͊̔̀̀͊͑͊̎̉́̂͋͘͘͝͠͝t̷̢̠̪͚̣̭̊̌̿t̵̢̢͉̭̞̰͇͇̱̝͔̞̤̗͇͕̼͎̲͒e̷̛̯̲͂̔̊̄̔́n̶̢̝̙̰̮̻͚̫̫̼̩͘ͅ looks towards the wall… While monologing in a marketable language…
H̸͕̺̘̥͆̾̈́̍̓͐̑̿͒ė̴̠̩̜̟̱̣̝̯̼͓̠̘͚̣͂͗̑͌̓̋̾̏̓̈̂ gave a soft chuckle…
Contrary to h̷̢̓̄̌̌͂̑̄̄͘̚͝͝ì̶̢̪͉͙̝̙̱̍͒̽̽̕͠͝s̷̛̜͔̞̰͋̉̊͆̍̀ demeanor….
Nay—'tis all fair and meet, as it was in the beginning.
For the stars must needs collapse, and the heavens be unmade, ere the cosmos is born anew. And when the turning cometh once more, lo, I shall be waiting. For knowledge begetteth power, and power ever kindleth the fire of its own destruction.
Again, and again, and again, and again, and yet again…
Isaac…
Caelum…
Behold.
I come for thee.
Joking.
Joking.
Leaving his chair with but another chuckle as h̶̡̛̩͙̹̺̬̰͙͚̊ͅe̴̛̟͐̀̿̄͊͋͗͒̾̉͛͌̕̕͜ returned to h̷̢̓̄̌̌͂̑̄̄͘̚͝͝ì̶̢̪͉͙̝̙̱̍͒̽̽̕͠͝s̷̛̜͔̞̰͋̉̊͆̍̀ regular manner of speech.
"Intermediate Class Isaac Mun."
Set forth the shooting sky.
"Let us hunt! Pro A̶̛̪̤̥͖͖̻ͅm̸̧̘̯̭̞̯͙̗̰͚̫̠͍̽̍̅̆̅͋̍͊͋̕͘͜͠͠͠ȩ̸̨͕͓̞͓͙̭̳̩̻̑́t̸̻̭̻̗̣̑͐̉̓̽͊̈́͘ ̶̻̞͇̖̝͔̦̯̹̹͍͓̜̌̓͌͜͜B̴̧̡̧̻̥̮̗͎͈̰̣͎͉͕͚̄͋͒̿͛̐̔͘͜͝è̵̻̘͓͖̫̻̠͔̮͓̜̠̮̘̾̽̋̔̾̐͐̎͌̿̐̃̚͜ͅs̴͇̥̞̭̱͚̆͌̍͌͊͝i̶̡͔̞̇̎̄͂͊̏́̽͆̆̀͜͝t̶̙̩͕͈̜͖̼̻͛̌͒̍̊͒̎̀͂͊̈́͛̕̚̚͜͜͜ͅ!"
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