Recently… Professor Sean had acquired a small, persistent problem.
A stalker.
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In class…
Outside the window.
Knock knock.
Sean slowly turned his head.
It was Elijah.
"Hello, Professor~" Elijah greeted, his face way too close to the glass. "Please have mercy on this foolish being and kindly let him inside?"
Slam!
Sean shut the window with the force of a man fighting for his sanity. Then, for good measure, he yanked the curtains shut.
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In the cafeteria…
"Fancy meeting you here, Professor~"
Sean, mid-bite, froze.
His appetite evaporated. His soul left his body.
He stood up.
He left.
He ran.
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In the men's restroom…
The place was practically empty.
So why—why—did one specific student choose the urinal right next to him?!
Sean didn't even turn his head.
"Professor! What a coincidence, huh? Aha!"
"ARRGHHHH!"
Sean left midstream.
He might have as well, peed the rest in his pants.
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And then…
"Professor~!"
Again.
"Eh? Professor, wait!"
Again.
"Professor!"
Again.
"Professor?"
"OOOHHh~ Professor."
"Professoooor~"
Sean started to wonder.
Would the headmaster consider a request for a restraining order?
Right now, Professor Sean was hiding.
Under his own desk.
In his own office.
Where students weren't even allowed to enter freely.
Yet, despite this fact, Sean knew deep in his heart—common sense did not apply to Elijah.
"Just thirty minutes…" Sean whispered to himself, curled up in his tiny refuge. "Yes, just thirty minutes of peace… That's all I ask…"
He clutched his knees, waiting patiently.
After what felt like an eternity, Sean finally crawled out.
He checked left.
He checked right.
He even checked the ceiling.
Nothing.
No Elijah.
No ominous greetings.
No suffocating presence.
"…Maybe he finally gave up?"
For the first time in hours, Sean allowed himself a breath of relief. If Elijah had given up, then he owed the gods a sacrifice for gratitude.
With his nerves finally settled down, Sean wandered the halls.
Walking through the hallway, he couldn't help but notice the sun was already going down.
Obviously, not many students were wandering around the hallway anymore.
Except for one.
Sean froze.
Elijah sat on a large rock in the garden.
Sean debated turning around and running.
He should have walked away.
But then...
"Mother…"
The moment that word left Elijah's lips, something inside Sean tightened.
For the first time today… he couldn't move.
Elijah, unaware of the silent observer, kept speaking—his voice turned quieter, more fragile than Sean had ever heard.
"I... want to avenge you."
Sean swallowed.
"I finally found a strong professor. Someone who might be able to teach me."
Silence.
"But I think... haha... a class F student like me would be worthless to him, right?"
Sean's face burned. A lump formed in his throat, his vision slightly blurring.
Yet, despite the ache in his chest—he did not step forward.
Instead, he stayed hidden, pressed against the cold stone of the pillar, listening.
"Mother, I want to be strong. Strong enough to never lose my loved ones again."
"But... I don't think... I can do it..."
The first choked sob broke through the night air.
Sean flinched.
"Mother, I miss you. Just once… even for a second… can you tell me that you're proud of me?"
"I want to hear your voice… one last time."
A sharp stab of guilt shot through Sean's chest.
His fingers twitched.
His feet almost moved.
Almost.
But instead—he ran.
Not toward Elijah.
Not to comfort him.
Not to be the strong professor the boy believed in.
He ran away.
As far as his legs could take him.
A shameless retreat.
Because right now, Sean Favian—a so-called 'professor'—did not have the strength to face a grieving child he turned his back on a while ago.
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Caww! Caww!!
A crow's cry echoed through the darkened sky, signaling the rise of the moon. The once-blue heavens had turned pitch black.
Elijah exhaled slowly.
Then, just to be sure, he turned around.
No one.
The corner of his lips quirked up. With a flick of his hand, he wiped away the lingering tears.
"Damn, I'm good. I should've auditioned for an acting gig in my past life."
Stretching his arms and cracking his knuckles, he stood up from the rock, rolling his shoulders.
"Alright. That should do it… but something's still missing."
As if responding to his thoughts, the familiar hum of the system rang in his ears.
A glowing interface flickered to life in front of him.
His eyes locked onto a single entry.
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Unique Skill:
01: Author (EX)
Description: A story will never exist without an Author finishing it. What kind of tale will you write, knowing you can control everyone's fate?
The author can rewrite all the scenarios in advance. However, this is limited as it is incapable of controlling characters that already existed in the original story. Additionally, the author cannot rewrite the scenario if it's already happening or finished. All plot holes will be overwritten by the system itself.
[ Time left before Chapter 2]
4 days, 8 hours.
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"Four more days until the next chapter, huh?"
His fingers hovered mid-air as he muttered, "Well, I'm already set. I have the perfect catalyst to make Sean my new rook piece."
With that, he began to write.
"Submit."
A notification popped up.
[ System: A plot hole has been detected in your draft. Risk of story alteration: Low. Proceed anyway? ]
Elijah hummed in amusement.
"If I were to guess... plot holes are inevitable, huh? But this time, it says 'low' instead of 'very low'… I wonder if that actually means anything."
His lips curled into a smile.
"Oh well. No progress without a little experimentation."
He tapped 'Yes' without hesitation, watching as the parchment before him dissolved into mist.
"By the time chapter 2 begins its already the start of 'First Event'"
"I'm not really sure what will my new main character do"
"But I'm excited~"