After a month had passed since I purchased the university for 10 million, I oversaw renovations, established new rules, and recruited additional professors. As the new semester approached, I found myself preparing for classes like any other student, despite being the school owner and I'm still a high schooler myself.
Several of my bodyguards and maids had already enrolled as students, with most of them occupying senior positions at the university.
Standing before my classmates as a transferee, I introduced myself in a calm tone, "Good morning, everyone. I'm Alexander Hamilton, 15 years old, and an omega."
A hush fell over the classroom, whispers and mutterings circulating among my peers, questioning my status. "He's an omega?" "Isn't he connected to the famed Hamilton family, renowned in the business world?" "Is he a relative of the Hamiltons?"
Setting the record straight, I quickly interjected, "I have no ties to them."
A boy in the standard uniform, exuding the air of a typical conceited high school student straight out of a romantic comedy, smirked as he remarked, "So, he's just a nobody?"
Frustration simmered within me as I realized the troublemaker in question was none other than the third Male lead, Daniel Espada. In the novel, he was depicted as a guild leader and a celebrated swordmaster known for his knack for mischief, haughtiness, and formidable prowess.
"Yes, I'm a nobody" Feeling a sense of annoyance at the situation, I couldn't help but wonder if this meant the arrival of the heroine as well.
In the novel's lore, Daniel Espada and the heroine shared a longstanding friendship from childhood. Originating from the esteemed Espada Family, recognized for their illustrious lineage of swordsmen spanning four centuries, their reputation extended across the underworld under aliases such as the Swords of Abyss and Espada, their true identities concealed beneath the facade of the entertainment conglomerate, Starlight Corp. Upholding the Espada family tradition, members were mandated to embark on a 15-year journey away from home, followed by a rigorous 5-year swordsmanship apprenticeship to master techniques like the Thousand Blades, a style infamous for its wide-reaching slashes, and the Espada De Husga, an edict dictating swords be wielded exclusively against wrongdoers.
Daniel Espada, the esteemed swordmaster and designated heir of the Espada Family, found himself ensnared in familial turmoil at seventeen, leading to his ostracization at the age of twenty following accusations from his cousin. Cast as a villain due to his envy toward the first Male lead and the heroine, whom he once considered friends, his ultimate demise was prophesied to occur at the hands of the first Male lead in a tragic accident.
Displeased with my response, Daniel let out a frustrated sigh, clearly perturbed by my straightforwardness. The teacher subsequently assigned me to occupy the seat beside him, a prospect I found irksome yet inevitable, prompting a discreet nod of acknowledgment.
Sitting next to him felt stifling; he slept through the morning and showed no regard for his grades or the teachers' indifference to his lackadaisical approach.
Unable to contain my frustration, I mustered the courage to speak to him. "Hey, I'm Alexander," I offered, only to be met with an eye roll as he returned to his slumber.
"Heh?" he chuckled, lifting his head from the table to gaze at me.
My mind brimmed with curses, the urge to retaliate against his arrogance and carefree demeanor clawing at me. Despite my inner turmoil, I managed a smile as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the afternoon.
Since my house was nearby, I decided to walk back, my entourage discreetly following behind at a safe distance, disguising our departure as a casual stroll.
One of my attendees approached, bowing respectfully. "Young master, we found the item at the exact location you specified."
I nodded, acknowledging the news. "Thank you."
In the novel, an old, title-less book with five torn pages, each bearing a single mysterious letter, captured the protagonist's attention. When bathed in the light of a brilliantly full moon, the book transformed, its covers turning white with a yellow-crystal center. As the pages opened, ten letters floated out, leading to the summoning of the second Male lead, an angel, when chanted as a spell by the heroine.
As the bearer of the Avatar Grimoire, an ancient artifact that morphed in harmony with the wielder's magic and title, granting potent spells despite the heroine's omega heritage, I pondered the implications of utilizing such power.
Despite acknowledging the potential repercussions, I resolved to take action. "Prepare for the next full moon," I instructed my attendees upon reaching the mansion.
Their lack of surprise amused me, yet I couldn't fathom why they presented me with the land contract of an entire district.
My bewilderment escalated when the house butler, a man in his early twenties assuming the role, handed me the document personally. Was I truly perceived as nothing more than a privileged youth?
A week later, the time had come to transmute the book into a Grimoire. At the lake's edge, under the moon's luminous gaze, I awaited the stroke of midnight.
Raising the book aloft instead of concealing it, the tome ascended, shrouding itself in a black cover with a golden-circled crystal at its core. As the letters emerged, far exceeding the novel's account, they coalesced into a sinister poem, compelling me to chant:
"In shadows deep, a lurker stalks,
A fallen soul where darkness talks.
Born of sin and envy's ire,
A path of temptation leading to hellfire.
From heavens high, a silent glide,
Now draped in shadows' unholy tide.
A figure feared, a heart grown cold,
Laughing in night's grip, stories untold.
His form pure as the moon's soft hue,
Hair as dark as night's deep blue.
Eyes, stars that pierce the night,
Wings wrought from obsidian blight.
This being feared, reviled by man,
In darkness dancing, with malice's span.
Unravel this mystery, declare his name,
A creation cursed in eternal flame.
Decipher this riddle, his darkness foretell,
The essence of evil, the demon's knell."
My heart raced. Could it truly be the devil I had invoked?