I Became A Side Character Fated To Suffer-Chapter 24:I Also Have The Same Doubt
The room trembled slightly, and coldness oozed out, creeping across the windows and walls like winter claiming territory.
The person responsible for this grabbed her hair and stared at the figure before her with deadly accusation — who, even in this situation, was smoking.
He took a slow drag, exhaled dramatically, and spoke,"Miss..I know I am fabulous, handsome, and one of a kind. Still, you shouldn’t stare so blatantly at a handsome young man."
"For god’s sake..Can you be serious."
"It may not look like it, but I am very serious." Saying this, the purple-haired boy took another puff, eyes half-lidded as if discussing philosophy instead of impending chaos.
"Is this your seriousness...Lying in your room when you should manage the disciples...Noel, did you forget you are the 1st year King."
Noel paused and gave Freya a frowning look.
"Now I even have to babysit the kids too?"
"What do you mean babysit..That’s your job. Haven’t you read the manual."
"???"
Question marks practically materialized over Noel’s head.
"What about the student council?Then what are you here for?"
"Did you forget we are quite busy and you too gonna be part of the student council once this session starts...Gosh! Everything is in the manual."
He vaguely remembered someone mentioning orientation, responsibilities, something about supervision... and possibly not setting the training hall on fire.
"I see...So there was such a thing."
Freya stared at him in disbelief.
’He isn’t listening to a single word, is he?’
There was no way someone could be this nonchalant... unless—
She inched closer and took a suspicious sniff.
"This isn’t some premium weed shit, isn’t it."
"Fuckk!" Noel shoved her aside.
"What did you take me for?"
Noel was about to take another puff, but seeing Freya’s hair beginning to dance wildly — radiating the exact same dangerous aura as his enraged mother he wisely extinguished it feeling his survival instincts activated.
"Haaa...Okay..Okay...I will discipline them in class tomorrow.."
"Discipline isn’t enough...You need to put them in line or else they might be pummeled by noble scions.."
Noel clicked his tongue and rubbed his forehead, remembering how this whole system worked.
The Nexus deliberately enrolled commoners first and trained them, toughened them, threw them into the Chaos Realm until fear became routine. Only after that would the noble heirs arrive with their recommendation letters, polished reputations, and inflated egos.
Then came the battle royal.
Rank decided everything.
Prestige. Resources. Influence.
Survival.
But still—
"So what?"
Freya stared at him.
"I will be number one...They can just wipe their ass.."
"Baah...Stop being vulgar." Freya squinted her eyes and sighed. "You have become more rogue...Or is this another personality disorder of yours."
A thick vein bulged on Noel’s forehead.
"Just how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have personality disorder...It’s called maintaining different personas. It’s strategy."
"It looks like irresponsibility to me."
Freya’s gaze sharpened.
Noel smiled lazily."You should come to the point instead of extending the conversation just to spend time with me."
"Insolent!"
BOOOOOOM!
The next moment, a figure was flung out of the room.
Noel rolled across the corridor floor, crashing into the polished tiles before coming to a stop near two stunned guards.
He slowly stood up, flicked dust off his coat, and swayed his hair back with dramatic flair.
"That lass is cold...She just couldn’t handle my hotness..Never mind.."
The guards stared at me deeply hearing my words and seems to be wondering if this guy is sane or what.
One of them quietly muttered"..This is the first time we saw a princess like this"
....
CRUNG!
The door of the room burst open, and the white-haired man stepped in with the exhausted dignity of someone who just lost an argument with fate.
"Returning with nothing after so much effort feels useless.."
After a full day of admission, he was finally released from the Infirmary, which was great except for the part where he achieved absolutely nothing.
Complaining under his breath, he shuffled toward the suitcase. Inside it lay a small, broken-looking laptop that was his only illegal advantage in this medieval-with-good-plumbing world.
"Thank God no one can perceive this, or else I would be in deep shit. After all, this world, though quite modern, still doesn’t have computers or smartphones."
He placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "At least being someone gave me this privilege."
A privilege.
Yes.
A privilege to suffer with the net..
He opened the laptop and entered the passcode.
[Chaosborn]
CLICK!
A flash of light burst out, reflecting on his retina like the world’s most dramatic boot-up screen.
"System!"
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Name: Reed Thatcher
Species: Human
Rank: Iron [Copper–⟩ Dawn]
Mystery: None
[Stat]
Physical: 9
Mental: 3
Charisma: 3
[Ability]
[Developer Authority.]
Authority Point: 17
He stared at the stats in silence.
"...How do I put this politely?" He leaned back. "Pathetic."
For a beginner stage, it was good—if the beginner was a background NPC.
The real problem? Could he speed run progress?
Hard-core training. Endless pain. Bleeding muscles.
"For God’s sake, I’m not a masochist." He shuddered.
Thankfully he had a cheat.
With the reverence of a man about to exploit capitalism, he clicked on the developer ability.
[Developer Authority.]
A unique administrative power granted to the reincarnated developer of the world’s system. Every time the host’s action alters a predefined or scripted event, the system records the deviation and converts it into authority points that can be used to modify settings.
"...So I basically get paid for breaking the plot." He wiped imaginary tears. "Finally. A job I qualify for."
To test it, he grabbed the water bottle from the bedside and chugged it like a dehydrated camel. The moment the water slid down his throat, a refreshing sensation washed over him.
He froze. "Did I gain a point?" he whispered dramatically, staring at the bottle as if it might answer.
[Drinking water from this bottle has a random chance to award 0.1 points to any of the stats..]
[Stat]
Physical: 9
Mental: 3.1
Charisma: 3
He blinked.
He looked at the bottle with newfound respect. "Damn... That’s great...."
Then he paused. "Wait.. Wait.. Didn’t Noel become the 1st year King, changing the outcome of Elderic Storm taking first place? Shouldn’t I get rewarded with huge points for that?"
He waited.
The system gave him the emotional equivalent of being left on read.
"Maybe because it wasn’t directly due to me... just a butterfly effect..." He scratched his head.
"So fate can be changed but I don’t get paid unless I do it?"
Capitalism truly exists in every universe.
Sighing he remembered the reason he was taken to infirmary.
"Thankfully it was just overuse of power, or else I might have fucked up for real.."
He still trembled remembering that moment that gave him the deja vu on seeing the stat window glitching.
That was fucking insane.
"No... This is some serious shit.." He paced the room. "Why is a character designed to suffer going around fucking everything up.."
"Yes, I have the same question."
"...You also have the same doubt.. Gre—"
Reed stopped mid-sentence, and his eyes widened slowly.
Wait...
Wasn’t he alone?
"So where did that voice come from..?"
Just as the thought formed, he turned around but a hand grabbed his neck in the middle.
SLAM!
His back hit the wall so hard he reconsidered every life decision that led here.
KYAAAAAAAAA—""Reed screamed both externally and internally as a voice erupted in his mind.
’Fuckk.’
’I am done for..’
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