I stepped into the grounds of Nine Stars Academy with a completely different feeling this time. The fresh morning air carried something else with it, as if whispering that things had changed.

I could still sense the faint memory of countless eyes staring at me. Eyes filled with mockery and disdain. But now, when I lifted my gaze and looked back calmly, all those invisible stares faded without a trace.

I steadied my resolve. In this world, nothing could stop me anymore. I was no longer the weak Adam who could be stepped on by anyone. Now, I was the one in control. And as if acknowledging that resolve, every lingering shadow of those memories finally vanished, leaving me alone in the academy's grand corridor.

When I reached the Headmaster's office, I took a slow breath before knocking. A firm voice from inside told me to enter.

Behind the large desk sat Ophelia Blazinger, the Blazewalker herself.

Her appearance was striking. Her fiery red hair was neatly arranged, falling over her strong, sculpted shoulders. Her red eyes glowed with authority and the weight of experience.

Even at forty-five, she possessed a mature beauty, like aged wine. Her body was still incredibly seductive. Her large breasts strained against the buttons of her black blouse, and her rounded hips pushed against the fabric of her pencil skirt.

I activated [Eye of Desire] on her.

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NAME: Ophelia Blazinger

AGE: 51

CLASS: Crimson Phoenix

RANK: SS

DOMINANCE: 1%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 4%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: No

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Vagina, Breasts

FETISH: Sadistic, Masochistic, Pet Play, Humiliation

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Her Class differed from her Hunter codename, Blazewalker, though that wasn't surprising. What caught my attention were her fetishes, identical to her daughter Arianna's. The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. I smiled faintly to myself. How should I conquer her? Should I use [Time Stop] right away? Or [Mind Control]?

Ophelia finally spoke, her voice low and commanding.

"Adam," she said, her eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. "I let things slide even though you skipped the academy for months, only because of my history with your parents. But that ends now."

She stood and walked toward me with steady, confident steps. Each movement carried the presence of a lioness ruling her territory.

"If you want to leave this academy," she said, now standing only a few steps away, "just submit your resignation letter. I'll sign it immediately. But if you choose to stay, you will follow every rule. There will be no more tolerance."

I listened quietly, then asked in a flat tone, "Headmaster, do you know what I've been through in this academy?"

Ophelia gave a small smile. "I know."

Though she had no idea how much I truly suffered.

My expression darkened. "Then why did you do nothing? Why did you let them treat me like that?"

Her face remained still, but her eyes sharpened. "Adam, this academy exists to train the best Hunters in the world. Every student here has one goal, to become great."

She paced the room, her voice turning into something like a lecture.

"Do you know what it means to be a Hunter? You must adapt to any environment. You must work with others and form alliances. You must learn to use everything around you to achieve your goals."

She stopped in front of me again, her gaze direct and unwavering.

"A Hunter's life is dangerous. If you can't even survive in this academy, how do you expect to survive out there? In high-ranked dungeons? In front of monsters that don't show mercy?"

Ophelia leaned closer, her voice whispering clearly in my ear.

"If you want to blame someone, blame your own weakness for failing to protect yourself."

I listened to her long explanation silently. This woman was blunt, honest to the point of cruelty. And that was precisely why I liked her. Her lack of pretense made it easy for me to decide how I would destroy her.

"But since you've awakened," Ophelia continued, narrowing her eyes as if analyzing every little twitch I made, "you now have the ability to defend yourself. So, what Class have you awakened?"

Of course I wouldn't reveal my real Class, Depraved Time Lord. That was my secret. And I wasn't about to expose all my abilities either.

I lied. "Swordman, ma'am."

Ophelia nodded slightly, unsurprised. "That figures, considering you're the son of the Sword Saint. Do you have wind element abilities like your father?"

"No," I replied. "I didn't inherit his element."

A flicker of disappointment showed in Ophelia's eyes, but she quickly hid it. "Alright. I need to test you and examine your body to confirm your Rank. If you're truly awakened, there are many files about you that need to be updated."

She walked closer, and for a moment I thought she was going to begin the examination. But she suddenly stopped in front of me, her eyes dropping to my shoes.

"But before that, how could you forget to tie your shoelaces?"

Reflexively, I glanced down. My shoelaces were tied neatly.

At that exact moment, my instincts screamed. A murderous intent filled the room.

Before I could react, Ophelia threw a punch at my face. Her speed was incredible, almost impossible for normal eyes to follow. The force behind it was lethal; that punch could absolutely kill an ordinary person.

But for me, everything felt different. Thanks to my boosted Agility and Vitality.

My reflexes kicked in, and I moved just in time as her fist grazed the tip of my nose. The wind generated from her punch alone was strong enough to whip my hair back.

My heart pounded.

Ophelia smiled faintly, a satisfied smile that infuriated me. "So you really have awakened. Don't be so tense, this was just a little test—I didn't quite believe your stepmother's words before."

'Bitch,' I cursed inwardly, glaring at her coldly.

"I need more accurate data," she said as she turned and headed for the door. "Follow me."

I trailed behind her through the quiet corridor to a high-tech medical room. In the center stood an advanced diagnostic capsule glowing with blue light.

"Get in," Ophelia ordered.

I stepped inside, and the door closed with a soft hiss. Lasers scanned my body, accompanied by the quiet hum of machinery. It felt like every inch of me was being analyzed. The process only lasted a few minutes before the door opened again.

Ophelia was waiting, a tablet in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, and I spotted a subtle flash of surprise.

"Your stats indicate that you're an Awakener of Rank A," she said, sounding a little impressed. "That's quite good. Very good, actually."

Her gaze lifted, examining me again with a different expression, as if reassessing the potential she had ignored all this time.

"Even though you awakened late, a Rank A can easily catch up." Ophelia continued, her tone shifting into that of a mentor rather than the ruthless headmaster she had been earlier. "Oh right, you're in class 3, aren't you?"

"You weren't allowed to join the internship program before because you weren't an Awakener. But the internships start next month. You can start looking for a guild and apply. It would be good experience for you."

I nodded, storing the information for later consideration. A guild? Internship? I instantly decided I would apply to Crimson Dawn.

"All right, you can return to your class now," she said. "Your teachers and classmates need to know about your progress."

I turned and left the room. My steps grew heavier as I approached the door of Class 3A, the place filled with nightmares from my past.

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