Mrs. and Mr. Smith - Chapter 2887 - 2885: Terms of Cooperation

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

They erased her name...They rewrote his life...Now they both remember.She was the secret buried beneath the apocalypse.Lupin-13- also known as Mikka Hale-was the government's biggest mistake. A girl experimented with werewolf DNA, failed the expectations, then thrown into the deadlands like trash.She wasn't supposed to survive... But she did.Now she's a myth.A shadow in the ruins.A hunter among the hunted.Major Jay Cruz was their perfect soldier. His mission: retrieve the cure.But the “cure” is a girl...And she was the woman he once promised to burn the world for.Now, hunted by the very system that rewrote their pasts, Jay and Mikka must face what was stolen-and what still burns inside them.She was the cure.He was the blade.They'll bring the system to its knees -then to its grave.

「Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.」「Ah, yes.」「Why did you dye it all of a sudden?」「Because…yesterday…」Shimizu-san, who sat next to me and had dyed her hair from blonde to black gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.