With the plan of adventuring in the school dungeons, Hugh nodded to himself with renewed resolve. He knew where he wanted to go; he just needed to know how to go there.
Hugh turned towards Bob and asked him for information. When they first met, Bob seemed like the type of guy who knew things about the school. He was the one who showed him where to find his own house. He probably knew where the school dungeons are.
"Bob, do you know where the dungeons are located?"
Bob looked at Hugh with uneven eyebrows. It only took him a second to respond to Hugh with his chattering mouth.
"Yeah, the school dungeon is near the central area. Well, the physical dungeon is not there, but the shifting room that leads to the dungeons is in the central area. Why? Do you want to go there? I don't have the courage to go there, but good luck to you."
Hugh let Bob finish talking as a sign of respect, given that Bob answered his questions. It looked like he would need to go to the central area.
"Yeah, I'll go there."
He closed his fists into a ball as he readied himself to venture towards the dungeon. He turned around to leave Bob's bed, but Bob stopped him.
"Wait! If you're going to the dungeons, you would need the approval of the student council. They manage everything in the school regarding the freshmen and sophomores."
Bob's words made Hugh stop in his tracks. The student council seemed to be a powerful group inside the school, and he would have to go through them if he wanted to go to the dungeons.
Before he did that, he needed to know more information about the student council. He wanted to be prepared if things go wrong, and he would have to force himself on them to go to the dungeons.
"Student council? Who are they?"
Bob turned around and looked at Bob with a serious face. He listened patiently to whatever Bob would tell him.
"They're mostly made up of 2nd years, but there are some promising 1st years that they recruit. They enforce the school's rules on everybody, and those who oppose them will face severe punishment. I heard they are an elite group made up of only A-level talent and above. I wish I could be like that. Then again, I probably could not handle the responsibility, but maybe I cou-"
"Who do I need to ask permission to go to the dungeons?"
Hugh stopped Bob from speaking too much and steered the conversation back into the essential parts. Bob did not seem annoyed that he was interrupted as he answered Hugh's question with the same intensity.
"Well, there's the President, the Vice-President, the Secretary, the Treasurer, the Committee Chair, and the Committee Hands. You should probably ask the Committee Chair, although I am not sure about that. I stay away from them because I have heard bad things about them."
Hugh furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of nasty rumors about the Student Council. If some problems could arise from interacting with them, Hugh would want to know them beforehand.
"Bad things? Like what?"
Bob looked around and opened the beds near him, making sure that there was no one to hear him speak about the Student Council's rumors lest they come for him.
Bob spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper, as he moved nearer to Hugh.
"I heard that they abuse their power for their own gains. They enforce rules that are nonsensical and give the members of the Student Council have an unfair advantage. I guess that's the upside to all the responsibility that they have to take."
Hugh's eyebrows furrowed even further. A corrupt Student Council seemed to be the main problem, but if it was so rampant, couldn't they just complain to the teachers? He asked that question to Bob.
"The teachers don't care about the students. If it does not happen in their classes, they let anything pass. The true powerhouse in this school lies in the Student Council's hands. It would be best not to provoke them or else..."
Bob shuddered as he spoke. He seemed to have heard worse rumors about the Student Council that he did not dare say in public.
Hugh put his hand on his cheek as he deliberated his plans after this new revelation. He would have to deal with the Student Council if he wanted to go to the dungeons. He hoped that it would go smoothly, but with his luck, he would not hope for much.
He always needed to plan for the worst. The Student Council was a juggernaut that he would have to face in the meantime.
"Where are they located?"
"They have their own building in the second years' housing circle. It's the only building customized to such a great extent in the second years' house circle. Isn't that great? They basically have two houses! I guess they only need one, but two doesn't seem to be bad."
Hugh now knew where he wanted to go. He would have to go to the Student Council building to speak to them about his venture's approval in the dungeons.
He nodded his head and turned towards the door. He stopped after two steps and turned his head towards Bob as he spoke.
"Thanks, Bob. Hope you recover soon."
Bob flashed a massive grin as Hugh said that. Hugh felt that he would have a much harder time adjusting to the special class if it weren't for Bob's help. He gets chatty sometimes, but Hugh could see that he was a good guy.
He walked near the door, and it slid away, allowing him to go outside. The weather was still sunny, which meant that not much time passed from him passing out to him recovering. He was awed by his rate of recovery due to the Fat God System.
*grumble*
His stomach burned in hunger. It felt like a void was eating all of his insides like a giant maggot. He held his stomach and his eyes turned reddish. He needed to eat.
He looked at his surroundings and saw that the hospital was just beside the school building. He started to walk towards the building, picking up his pace as the hunger burned with more intensity.
A walk turned into a brisk pace, to a jog, and a full-on run as he raced towards the shifting room. He needed to get to his house and order some food in the refrigerator, or else he would go crazy in hunger.
His head started to go fuzzy, and his inhibitions were down. He was now at the school's hallways, and the steel lockers seemed much more appetizing now.
He stumbled on his way to the shifting room and had to grab the lockers as a way to balance himself. He felt the smooth cold exterior of the lockers as the smell of iron wafted in his nose.
He was just a few steps away from the shifting room, but it seemed like the smell of iron was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He turned into a frenzied state as he turned towards the locker to his left as he punched right through it.
*boom*
He subconsciously activated his armor right as he punched the locker, busting a hole in the middle. Hugh retracted his balled-up fist and opened it, revealing a remnant of the hole he punched in the locker.
He did not wait any longer as he crunched on the metal, and his teeth were crushing it into little bits before he swallowed it.
The taste was immaculate. The intensified hunger coupled with the metal only served to multiply his desire to eat more metal lockers.
*boom* *boom* *boom*
Hugh punched more holes in the lockers using his hands and eating them as he retracted his hands. He used his teeth and tore a massive metal piece from the locker as he munched on it with a reddish eye. As he ate more, his hunger for the metal grew with it, but he at least gained some of his sanity back. He was now consciously tearing apart the lockers for his own hunger.
*step*
A footstep in the hallway froze his whole body. His heart stopped as all kinds of thoughts came into his head. He slowly turned his head towards the sound and saw a black-haired woman looking at him with an expressionless face.
Her glasses prevented Hugh from knowing her thoughts, but he knew who she was; she was Jane, the studious girl who did not join Serena's group.