SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 51: Roommates

The door to the booth unlocked with a click.

Syril stepped back out into the room. The crowd was still there, but Brandon was gone, and Adam was nowhere to be seen, likely still waiting for the number 95 to be called.

Syril raised the watch, tapping the surface. The screen flickered to life, showing a HUD with various icons: Map, Schedule, Profile, Housing, Messages, etc.

He tapped the Housing icon. A small map of the dormitory sector appeared, and a message flashed on the screen.

Gray Wing, Room 300.

Below the room number, a text box appeared with the details of his living arrangements.

[Roommates: Adam Pierce, Lucas Thorne, and Jax Vance.]

’Impossible... Adam?’

"Relax. Might not be this Adam. Although I think you’re interested in that sexy, hot, short guy."

Syril’s face twisted in disgust.

’Raja, one more word from you, and I swear I’ll find a way to remove you from my head!’

It didn’t stop Raja from laughing maniacally though.

Syril leaned against the cool, marble pillar outside the administration block, his eyes tracking the students who exited the building.

Out of boredom, he checked the surface of the black watch again, watching the glass face glow with a faint, blue light.

What he saw made his blood freeze.

The words were bold, highlighted that it was so easy for any passerby who noticed his watch to see.

It read; [MP: 82.]

"This is not good..."

He noticed other students wearing the watch also had their MP displayed, and that was when the reality sank.

The progress of every student was measured in Greenville. And from what he saw, the measurement was very accurate.

It meant that every progress he made with his Mana Point is also accessible by the college.

And that could be a really, really, really serious problem.

For someone with ’no ability,’ increasing one’s MP to a high level didn’t make any sense.

"How many times do I have to tell you to relax? Yes, that’s a problem, but we’ll sort it out. It’s rectifiable."

’I hope so.’

He stayed put, his back to the stone, waiting for the one familiar face he had in this place.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before the heavy doors hissed open and Adam stumbled out. He looked drained, his shoulders slumped as he clutched a matte black watch in his hand as if it were a piece of fragile glass. When his eyes landed on Syril, his entire face brightened.

"Syril! You waited," Adam exclaimed, jogging over despite his obvious exhaustion. "I can’t believe that guy. He actually took my turn, and no one could do anything about it. Might not be all that rosy in Greenville."

"It’s over now," Syril said, his voice level. He didn’t want to dwell on the frustration. "Did you check your room assignment?"

Adam’s fingers fumbled with the watch face for a moment before he let out a sharp gasp. "Room 300? Let’s see mine... I’m in 300 too! We’re roommates?"

Syril nodded, a small, genuine smile appearing on his face.

"Hmmm! Twist of Fate. Mech Controller and the dwarf," Raja teased.

Syril ignored.

"But man, the map says the Gray Wing is all the way on the western edge. That’s a massive walk."

They set off, leaving the polished, high tech heart of the administration district behind.

As they walked, the atmosphere of the college began to shift. The grass was still green, but it wasn’t as perfectly manicured.

By the time they reached the Gray Wing, they clearly understood the reason it was named that.

This was the section of the dormitory known for housing the scholarship students, those with lower tier abilities, and the ones the college deemed less of a priority.

The building was a massive block of weathered, grey concrete, though it was clean and sturdy. They climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, walking down a long, dimly lit corridor until they found the door marked 300.

Syril reached out, placing his thumb on the recessed fingerprint scanner beside the handle. The device hummed, a green light flashed, and the lock disengaged with a click.

He pushed the door open, expecting an empty room, but he froze in the doorway.

The room was larger than expected, with four beds and four separate desks. On the bed nearest the window, a figure was already sprawled out.

It was the tall, muscular student with the vibrant, electric blue hair. The same one who stood up for Syril.

He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with his hands tucked behind his head. He didn’t even turn his head when they entered.

"You," Adam whispered, his eyes wide. "You’re the guy from the waiting room."

The blue haired student remained silent for a few seconds before shifting his gaze toward them. His eyes were a piercing, icy blue, and they held a cold, detached quality that made the air in the room feel several degrees colder.

"Lucas," he said simply. His voice was deep and lacked any hint of friendliness. It wasn’t aggressive, it was just entirely empty of interest.

"I’m Adam, and this is Syril," Adam said, trying to bridge the awkward silence.

Lucas didn’t reply. He turned his eyes back to the ceiling, effectively ending the conversation before it had even begun.

Syril ignored the chill and moved to the last bed, dropping his luggage onto the thin mattress. He began to organize his few belongings, while Adam took the bed next to him.

The silence in the room was heavy, and none bothered to say anything.

Within thirty minutes, Adam had unpacked a strange array of metallic parts, small screwdrivers, and glowing circuit boards onto his desk.

Syril peeked from his position, curiosity winning over.

Adam’s eyes lit up as he caught him. "Gizmos I work on. I love tech, honestly. My family couldn’t afford the high end gear, so I started building my own gizmos from scrap."

He held up a small, transparent sphere. "I’m better with hardware than I am with actual powers."

The mention of powers made the room feel even smaller. Adam looked at his hands, then back at Syril. "Whoa! Nice MP. I knew you were hiding something..."

Adam laughed nervously, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "We’re roommates now, right? What’s your ability?"

Syril’s hands paused as he was folding a shirt. He felt the weight of Lucas’ silent presence from the other side of the room, and he knew the blue haired boy was likely listening. The memory of the feminine voice in the booth calling his mana pool ’impressive’ echoed in his mind.

"I’m gonna rest now. We’ve got a long day ahead of us," Syril’s tone was sharp.

Adam blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in Syril’s tone. "Um...Yeah... Sorry."

Adam looked a bit hurt, but he quietly went back to his tools, the clicking of metal on metal being the only sound in the room for a long time.

Syril felt bad for giving him a cold shoulder, especially when he knew he was eventually gonna say something about it later and he had already found his out since they met.

[Name: Adam Pierce.]

[Age: 18 years.]

[Race: Human.]

[Ability: Bubble (D Rank).]

He couldn’t forget. And the additional info beside Ability started appearing after the level up.

Now, he could see the ranks of everyone.

And yeah, when he entered the room, he didn’t forget to use the Scan on Lucas, too.

[Name: Lucas Thorne.]

[Age: 18.]

[Race: Human.]

[Ability: Ice Manipulation (S Rank).]

Seeing this one was a shocker for him. He knew the Lucas guy looked like someone he knew, but his ability and the rank... Bigger shocker!

What is a S Rank ability user doing in the Gray Wing?

The hours crawled by. The sun dipped below the horizon, and the campus settled into the night. It was only a few minutes before the mandatory ten o’clock curfew when the door hummed and slid open once more.

A boy with jet black hair, pulled back into a neat, tight ponytail, stepped inside. He looked exhausted, his clothes slightly wrinkled as if he had been traveling for days. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on Syril and the others for only a second.

"Hey," the newcomer said, a short, clipped greeting.

"Hi! I’m Adam, that’s Syril, and that’s Lucas." Adam said, looking up from his gadgets.

The boy nodded once. "Jax. Nice to meet you."

Without another word, Jax moved to the final empty bed, kicked off his shoes, and crashed onto the mattress. Within minutes, his breathing leveled out into the deep rhythm of sleep. He hadn’t even bothered to unpack.

Syril hadn’t wasted time.

*Scan.*

[Name: Jax Vance.]

[Age: 19 years.]

[Race: Human.]

[Ability: Wind Manipulation (C Rank).]

Syril lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling. The room was filled with strangers, each with their own secrets. He could feel the watch on his wrist, a constant weight that reminded him he was now part of a system that would try to categorize him and use him. He thought of the mana pool the machine had detected, and the ’no ability’ label he had insisted on.

He didn’t know if he could trust these people, even Adam. In a place like this, information was one of the vital things that mattered, and he wasn’t ready to give any that could jeopardize him.

His mind wandered to thoughts of his life, the new persons he had in his life, the great encounters...

He knew Amy and other children of the notable ones were somewhere in the prestigious sector of the college. Hell, they probably skipped all of those administration stuff and got essentials in the luxury of their solo rooms.

But tomorrow...

He knew tomorrow was going to be different.

It’s the First Year Assembly, and his hunch told him it was mandatory for all first year students.

Not only Amy would be there, Oliver and his pack too, and maybe, just maybe, people he’d wish he never met.

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