"Do you know who I am?" The man asked suddenly. His gray eyes were almost like those of a wolf staring from deep within the woods at his prey, about to pounce out for the kill."No, I don't," she answered, totally frightened by the sudden change in his tone. She felt incredibly stupid for getting lured by his charming smile into thinking that he was infact, nice. "That's good," he smiled once more, shaking his head affirmatively. His smile brought once again to her some peace of mind, even though she tried her best to fight against it. "I want something from you, something more precious than money. I want you to deliver a message to your host. You can choose not to do it; I enjoy giving people free choices. However... you're not free from the consequences. If you don't deliver the message, I will hunt you out and kill you like a dog."His eyes shone quite viscerally as he said those words, dragging the woman from the apparent heaven his good looks had taken her to to more subterranea

Walter was perplexed, no doubt, by the man's behavior. He had thought at first that Isaiah, being a common enemy of him and the Professor, would be a single rallying point between the both of them, but it seemed instead that the Professor was merely just an egotistical sadist who just wanted to make others feel pain on his behalf.The entire class held their breath as the gray-haired man chastised Walter. For such a long time they had all rallied behind Walter because they thought he was able to safeguard them against the tyrannies of the lecturers, since his parents had a lot of money and basically had the school in their palms. Now, recent events had made them doubt this, most especially the new Professor Strathmore. They were scared of him because if he could not regard Walter, who lavished and used his parent's wealth and privilege on the school, what then would be their fates in the hands of this new wizard of a Walter at this point was quiet, shocked from the raw disrespect h

"What is going on?" One student asked, scratching his head. The professor had become terribly pale-faced now, almost as though what Isaiah said had truly troubled and shaken him from within."Does Isaiah know the professor from somewhere? How did he ask such a question?" Another student asked, almost twice as perplexed, if truly it was a thing to be measured."The professor seems shocked," one other student observed, fingers on chin. "What did Isaiah do? What does he know about the professor?""This is actually quite badass," a student remarked in praise of Isaiah."Shh!" A girl hushed them all, with a finger between her lips.Walter, meanwhile, had his jaw down, mouth open like he had just seen the most marvelous thing to have ever caught his eyes. Isaiah had literally obliterated every atom of pride that the professor had been projecting. Not to Walter, the eminent-looking professor that had come in to the class several minutes ago, with the seeming intention of waging war with and

Time froze once more as the system's voice came up."You are not supposed to feel guilty, Isaiah," it said in the same mechanical voice as always. "Guilt is an emotion associated with weakness. It is an emotion only useful to weaklings, because without it they wouldn't be able to get the strong and powerful into doing their bidding. To be powerful, you must destroy guilt. To be guilty as a powerful man is to be enslaved by the weak masses."Isaiah sighed. "I understand all of this, but I need real solutions. What am I going to do now? The professor has turned everyone against me, and I know this is the punishment he has in mind.""The professor is a very intelligent man," the system said. "But because of your choice a little while back, you have unlocked a new feature. It is what you got from humiliating the man who just tried to humiliate you."Isaiah felt a bit of joy at the sound of that. In his mind's eye the same interface as before resurfaced. On the dashboard was a new unloc

After hearing what Walter had to say, the professor felt himself unsteady. "Do you really mean all of that? You think that he is really a fraud?""I am so sure of it," Walter said, still calm and watching the professor's reaction. "All he has done in the past few days proves this. There is no single way a nobody like Isaiah could have gotten the chancellor to fire Prof. Lance and then, all of a sudden, have access to a premium black diamond card, which, to the best of my knowledge, has access to billions of dollars, and become the owner of the Hiatus Hotel just like that, without fraud. Isaiah stole the identity of Anthony Bradley's son. He was found out and was kicked out of the school.""Do you have proof for this?" Strathmore, ever the skeptical mind, asked. His mind was searching the place for any other answer that would contradict what Walter had said. "I do. There is video proof of his scamming ass being led out of the Hiatus building by some security guards just like that. I h