St. Antiona University has many student clubs that rent spare rooms in dorm hotels, or vacant buildings as activity venues.
However, there’s one club that takes an unconventional approach.
The White-Haired Loli Enthusiast Club, also known as the White Loli Society, with a total of six members, gathered in a corner of the restaurant in the evening for a meeting.
Each of them chipped in to rent two dining tables, using them as their club activity venue.
The rental period was one hour, from 8:30 PM to 9:30 PM.
The current president, perhaps the last president, a young boy in a tuxedo, sat in the middle of the dining tables.
Mo Xiaowang rested his hands on the table, fingers interlocked, his gaze casually sweeping over everyone.
“This is neither good nor bad news.”
Finally, President Mo Xiaowang concluded.
He said indifferently.
“For us, what we need to care about is far more significant than disaster. If the Prince-level Blood Clan successively revive, it precisely means we are about to usher in our own era, and we must become the vanguard of this new era!”
An Xiaoyi frowned.
How could university students these days also have such ‘chuunibyo’ thoughts?
“Exactly,” one student said, “We failed several times in our past attempts because we didn’t find the right timing, a timing that belongs to us.”
“The revival of the Prince-level Blood Clan will only make the situation more complex; it’s a dance for us opportunists to make our entrance!”
It seemed like emotions were running high. They must have waited too long. Had cult groups infiltrated St. Antiona?
An Xiaoyi hesitated whether to report it to the principal.
“Stop!” President Mo Xiaowang raised his hand.
Though not tall, his voice carried authority.
He swept a faint glance over everyone.
“I know everyone’s excitement, but please remain calm. If we are discovered, it will be the most desperate blow to us, so don’t make a sound.”
The restaurant fell silent again, to the point where you could hear a pin drop.
The waitstaff rolled their eyes, clearly this wasn’t the first time.
“Now, let’s shout our slogan and engrave it in our minds!” Mo Xiaowang clenched his fist and held it to his chest.
Everyone clenched their fists and held them to their chests, like a solemn oath, and shouted together:
“Make money! Make money! Make money!”
An Xiaoyi, who was drinking beef soup, almost spat it out.
He had misunderstood.
“Professor, don’t mind them too much. They are third-year students; they’ve always been like this,” the female student whispered, leaning closer.
“They hold meetings every day like a pyramid scheme organization, and they’re all dirt poor.”
The female student then laughed.
“Professor, your impression of the school must have changed greatly, right?”
“Hmm…”
“I was also surprised when I first came. I initially thought it was a very closed military academy, but then I realized I was overthinking it. The school is very tolerant of students, it’s just that the training is particularly strict. Not everyone can become an executor or agent; there are many civilian staff who work in that information center building.”
An Xiaoyi looked a bit spaced out.
“What are you thinking about, Professor?” the female student asked.
“I’m thinking, if I want to fully integrate, do I also have to act like a lunatic?”
“Haha, only a small portion of people are quite… abstract. Most are still very serious, and besides, it’s only been a few days since school started, so the atmosphere is usually very relaxed,” the female student offered a drink and secretly glanced at the table of people.
“In another week, we’ll start being dispatched for missions. That’s when we should be nervous.”
“Are the usual missions very dangerous?” An Xiaoyi asked.
“No telling. Sometimes people get hurt. Not every student can stay calm when facing monsters.” The female student’s eyes suddenly became downcast.
“I had a friend who died last year.”
An Xiaoyi looked elsewhere.
He said softly.
“I thought student missions were all intelligence-related.”
“You can’t choose when you encounter the Blood Clan, can you? Some things, when they’re supposed to come, always will, just like when I suddenly discovered I had powers,” the female student said softly.
“That’s when I knew it was only a matter of time before the enforcers came knocking. No country will let those with powers go unchecked. They’re monitored for life, and not every power user is stable; some transform into monsters, like the Deadites.”
The female student spoke with a kind of engrossment, starting to let her guard down:
“So, I think the blood slaves converted by the Blood Clan are better. Compared to us, they have freedom. Actually, I didn’t want to come at all. Power users have no choice. Even decades after graduating, even retired, they’re still monitored, checked by enforcers every year.”
It turned out that in the eyes of some power users, this innate strength was a prison.
Just like St. Antiona, this school—how many seemingly cheerful people actually had lonely hearts?
On An Xiaoyi’s first night, he always felt this city, this school, was weary.
“Perhaps I’m a monster too. In the eyes of ordinary people, what’s the difference between a power user and a monster?”
The female student lowered her head, her voice very, very quiet, as if gathering all her courage.
And across from her was the new school professor, whom she had only just met and knew nothing about.
“It’s said there are still some Blood Clan survivors from the old era, called ‘decaying Blood Clan.’ They only drink blood, don’t eat human flesh, and don’t kill people. They have completely human appearances and blend into society, but they are still Blood Clan. So whether or not they eat people isn’t necessarily the standard for judging a monster. In the eyes of ordinary people, power users are actually similar to pure-blood Blood Clan, after all, power users can also lose control…”
“Why are you telling me all this?” An Xiaoyi finally couldn’t help but ask.
“Because you’re highly valued, and I envy you.”
The female student looked up at him, tilting her head.
“You’ve been touring with Principal Farrow all day and even met the Director of the Enforcement Bureau. The principal has never been so attentive to anyone. Valued people always get special treatment because they are very valuable, and valuable people have more choices. From the first glance, I felt that Professor An, you are extraordinary.”
It was hard to imagine a university female student saying something like “valuable.”
She looked only twenty.
“And your power isn’t threatening at all. I heard it’s related to focus, just being very good with a gun. Powers related to the mind basically never lose control and are sought after everywhere, always on the whitelist…”
An Xiaoyi didn’t want to hear anymore and gently interrupted, “I understand you.”
“You don’t understand me, Professor An,” the female student looked up at the glowing lights.
“I’m only telling you this because you’re so young, not much older than me, and a new professor.”
“Hmm,” he nodded.
“That shot you took during the day was amazing,” the female student gave a thumbs up.
“As a professor, having marksmanship comparable to a sniper, it’s a shame not to join the Enforcement Bureau.”
The female student clapped her hands and slowly left.
She skipped and bounced as she went, giving the impression of a cheerful person.
An Xiaoyi lowered his gaze, wondering why she had told him all this.
Because she envied him?
He didn’t want to know these things.
He just wanted…