chapter 34 my door
Kaizer knocked again, his voice rising with a frantic, desperate edge.
Kaizer: "Are you alright? I've messaged and called you a dozen times, but you didn't pick up! I thought we were friends! Open the damn door, Fighter. If you don't, I'm breaking it down. I'm counting to three... One... Two..."
It was clear Kaizer was reaching a breaking point. He had already convinced himself I was dead, effectively mourning me in real-time. He was actually shedding tears for my passing.
Fighter thought, 'Even though it seems weird, Kaizer is just wired that way. Why? The reason is simple: obsession. Kaizer has a pathological need to protect life, especially those close to him. It's a deep-rooted obsession that the novel never fully explained. My theory? Kaizer lost everyone—his parents, his orphanage, anyone who was ever kind to him. He brings tragedy and opportunity together; those who can't handle the "accidents" that follow him either abandon him or die.'
Fighter had zero energy to spare, but he forced himself to move. He didn't have enough Sevon to replace a door; he was a very poor man. He croaked out a lazy warning:
Fighter: "STOP!"
Fighter thought out loud again, 'Come to think of it, ever since I met this guy, I've been thrown into two deadly situations.'
Rechal: [It is your own fault. You are the one delaying your trial. Don't blame others for your own mistakes. Ok.]
Kaizer didn't listen. He had already started pounding. With a violent crack, the door gave way, and Kaizer burst inside to see what had become of his new friend.
In the room, Fighter was sprawled across the bed, his limbs limp and heavy. He was breathing slowly, his chest barely moving. Kaizer's face flooded with relief the moment he realized Fighter wasn't a corpse.
Kaizer: "I thought you were dead!"
Fighter spoke slowly, his voice thin and dry like an old man's.
Fighter: "I am not dead... as you can see. But tell me you didn't just break my door. I'm a poor man, Kaizer. I don't have the Sevon to fix that."
Fighter truly looked the part of a miserable wretch.
Kaizer: "Every student uses a point system; you don't need Sevon. As an SSA-class student, you should have enough points to renovate this entire room. But what happened to you? Why are you in this state?"
Fighter: "I don't have a System, so how can I have points? Damn this place... everything is tied to the System. This Academy is racist against systemless people like me."
Kaizer: "Why didn't you talk to Saint Veera about the points? She's helpful with things like that. Is that why you're like this? Did you try to force a connection with the System?"
Fighter exhaled a long, tired breath.
Fighter: "You could say that. I was trying to understand my Script. You know how it is—when you use your Script, it show you its own memories or something like that . I was trying to process those."
Kaizer: "I can understand that. The first time I did it, the pain was unbearable. I didn't even realize how much time had passed."
Fighter: "Yeah. I'm just... exhausted."
Fighter kept the truth hidden. He lied because of the constant UCA surveillance. While the school's [System] could detect his abnormal physical condition, it remained blind to Rechal's activities. Her interference was the only thing keeping his secret.
The inheritance memory of Script comes after doing [Process] usually because of this system however some individual like Kaizer which is overwhelming talent don't have to go through the [Process] to inheritance memory of script. They have that by instinct.