"I heard you obtained the book, though Celp lost his life in the process. He couldn't escape self-destruction, isn't that right?" A man with white hair, sky-blue eyes, and an eye patch mused, his legs crossed. His gaze, at first menacing, his eyes bright in the light as he stared at the man in front of him like he could see through his soul, softened as he glanced at the feast spread before him.The room he was sitting in was bright. A large dinner table was in front of him. There was a series of dishes on the table, yet he was more interested in the crayfish that he was peeling up to eat.The man opposite him, a brunette with dark eyes and a scar on his chin, removed his hoodie and nodded. "Yes, it was a self-destructive bomb. Alas, his explosive failed to claim any lives, as Perseus Damon and his friends managed to leap from the building in time."The white-haired man grinned. “A Damon? Do you mean that little kid from years ago? The one I said we should let him live? I never knew h

Perseus knew where his words were heading. Yet he waited for Zeppelin to keep on talking. “Do you heal when you get injured?” Zeppelin asked when he remained silent.He nodded his head, his brain thinking of a possible way to tell Zeppelin off and not give him the details of the system. “Yes, I heal whenever I get injured. It’s not that I heal instantly; I heal faster than a regular human.”“Does it run in the family?”He shook his head. “It doesn’t.” He replied. “I have no idea how it happened, but I discovered I have been healing quite fast.”Zeppelin's brows furrowed, his curiosity at its peak, as he glanced at his brother.“It doesn’t matter; Lexi was the only person who knew about it because if the others were to find out, I might become a scientific experiment for them,” Perseus claimed. “It would be better if we don’t talk about it and don’t ever think that you are not part of the family.”“You are my only brother, and apart from other extended family members, we only have eac

“Let’s go find him then,” Zeppelin said. “You came to school because of him, after all. And if the gang had him, we would have to get him back and find out who that white-haired man is. For some reason, I have a terrible feeling about him.”[That’s right.] Iris agreed with Zeppelin.Perseus knew he couldn’t tell Zeppelin that Principal Williams could have been dead. He didn’t want to believe it, either. “Sure, let’s go.”Zeppelin stood waiting in front of the school building by the roadside for a few minutes. Seth stood next to the window, his hand folded, as he watched Zeppelin. His eyes were dark. Soon afterward, Perseus drove the car towards where Zeppelin was. Zeppelin got into the car, and Perseus drove off. With a menacing look, Seth took out his phone, called a number, and spoke into it.“Help me check where those two are headed. The dark hair and the blonde.”“Yes, boss.” The voice from the phone replied.Hanging up, Seth held the phone in his hand and stared at it before his

"Thanks for your time, Mrs. William," Perseus said as he and Zeppelin were escorted out the door. She hadn’t provided the answer he wanted, but she did respond to his questions.After being asked about her husband, she claimed she hadn’t seen him. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. To make matters worse, Iris couldn’t trace him."It was nothing. I was worried about him too. He hasn't missed my call like this before. If you see him, would you please contact me?" She muttered, her eyes flashing with worry and concern.Despite her apparent concern, Perseus felt a strange energy from her. It seemed like she wasn’t worried at all. If she were distraught, she would have called the cops herself. He shook off the thought."I will contact you if I find him," Perseus reassured her. "Can I get his contact information?" He handed his phone to her, and she punched in her husband's phone number and returned it to him.Glancing at the phone, he saved the contact and tucked it into his po

[He is Wilson Haryiton.] He is the best mathematics student in this whole school. [He has won three competitions since he joined the school.] [Students are terrified of him because he often punishes them by suggesting a mathematics duel.] “Are you going to keep on listening to them talk trash about you?” Zeppelin inquired. “I can deal with them if you want me to.” “Don’t worry,” Perseus replied. “I will take care of them by dealing with only one person.” Perseus knew that if he didn't correct the rumors, Ms. Tisha’s career might be at stake. He rose to his feet, determination in his eyes. Zeppelin was about to ask him what he was going to do, but he was already halfway to his destination. The students around Wilson went quiet as soon as Perseus approached their table. Seeing the sudden silence and a looming shadow, Wilson thought it was Ms. Tisha, but when he turned his head, he saw that it was Perseus. Perseus stared at him intensely, a gaze that made Wilson feel small. He could