​The atmosphere inside the grand hall shifted. What had once been a relaxed evening of music and conversation had turned into something else entirely a stage, a test, a battlefield without fists.​Students gathered in a loose circle, whispers spreading like wildfire. Phones were raised, and eyes locked onto the center. Leo Carter. Marcus Whitmore. Two names that, until recently, had never belonged in the same sentence. And yet, here they were, facing each other.​Professor Daniels stepped forward slowly, adjusting his glasses. “If we’re doing this,” he said, “then it will be done properly.”​The room quieted. He turned toward one of the assistants. “Bring the laptop.”​A student quickly hurried forward and placed a laptop on the table at the center. The screen lit up: rows of data, charts, and numbers. Marcus glanced at it briefly, then smirked.​“This should be interesting.” He turned toward Leo. “Let’s keep it simple.” His tone was calm, but there was a sharp edge underneath. “You f

​The decision was made the moment Leo left the classroom. Marcus wanted a private meeting—off-campus, isolated. It meant one thing: this wasn’t a conversation. It was a trap. ​Leo walked alone that afternoon, hands in his pockets, his expression calm. But his mind was moving fast, precise. ​“Marcus doesn’t take risks without control,” he muttered quietly. “If he called me out there… he’s already prepared everything.” ​A faint glow appeared before his eyes. ​The System. Time left: 5 Days 09:21:06 [WARNING: HIGH-RISK ZONE DETECTED] ​Leo exhaled slowly. “Yeah. I figured.” ​The old pharmacy wasn’t part of the main campus. It sat beyond the eastern boundary—abandoned, quiet, and mostly ignored. Perfect. ​Leo arrived before sunset. The area was empty, silent. He scanned the surroundings carefully: broken windows, faded walls, no movement. Then, he reached into his bag and pulled out a small device. A camera. Compact and easy to miss. ​“If you’re planning something…” Leo m

​Time left: 3 Days 20:23:26 ​Leo didn’t win—but he didn’t lose, either. ​The campus had changed again, but this time, it wasn't in Leo’s favor. Whispers followed him everywhere. These weren't curious or impressed whispers; they were judging, doubtful, and dismissive. ​“That’s him…” “The one that got beaten…” “I heard he fought with some thugs…” “Yeah, tried to act smart and got shut down…” ​Leo walked through it all—calm, unbothered. No reaction. No defense. And that confused people even more. Because if he was innocent, why wasn’t he saying anything? ​From a distance, Marcus watched, standing with his usual circle. He was relaxed, radiating confidence. ​“He’s finished,” one of the guys beside him said. ​Marcus smirked slightly. “Of course he is. He didn’t even try to defend himself.” ​Another laughed. “Guy gave up fast.” ​Marcus didn’t reply immediately. Something about it felt off. Leo wasn’t the type to just accept things. But then again, after what happened… maybe he f

The decision came faster than anyone expected. By the following morning, the entire campus already knew. It wasn’t a rumor this time. It wasn’t speculation. It was official.*“Due to confirmed violations of student conduct…”**“…Marcus Whitmore is hereby suspended pending expulsion.”*The announcement spread like wildfire. Phones buzzed. Messages flooded group chats. Screens lit up across lecture halls, dorm rooms, and cafeterias. Students stopped mid-conversation, mid-step, mid-thought.Then—everything erupted.“No way…”“They actually did it?”“Marcus? Expelled?”“He’s finished.”Shock turned into excitement. Excitement turned into disbelief. Because this wasn’t just anyone. This was Marcus Whitmore—the same Marcus who walked through campus like he owned it. The same Marcus people followed, respected, envied, and thought was untouchable. And now—he was falling. Not slowly, not quietly, but completely.Inside a private office, the atmosphere was suffocating. Marcus sat on a leather c

The semester had come to an end. Eastgate University no longer carried the same pressure it once did. The rush of assignments, deadlines, and exams had turned into a quiet environment. Students walked freely across campus, their laughter and conversations shifting toward summer plans and temporary freedom.But for Leo—this calm meant something else. It meant timing. The storm had only paused.That morning, Leo received a message from the administration: “Report to the Dean’s office.” No explanation. No details. Just an order.Leo stood in front of the office door, his expression calm as ever. He knocked once.“Come in.”He stepped inside. The Dean sat behind his desk, posture straight, fingers interlocked. His gaze lifted slowly, settling on Leo with a seriousness that immediately set the tone.“Sit down.”Leo obeyed without hesitation. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched just long enough to feel deliberate. Then, the Dean finally exhaled.“I’ll get straight to