Shadow Slave

Everything having to do with Sleepers was situated in the same building. Sunny followed the instructions sent to his communicator and quickly found the dormitories, which were situated on one of the lowest levels. To his surprise, he actually got a whole room to himself.

It had a bed with a soft mattress, a table, a dresser, and even a separate bathroom! The materials were new and aesthetically pleasing, the air crisp and sterile. It was warm inside, and the outer wall was equipped with a hidden screen that seamlessly imitated a wide window, opening to a picturesque vista of a snowy park.

There were even several sets of clothes with the Academy emblem provided to him for free.

‘How extravagant,’ Sunny thought, a little stunned.

Rationally, he understood that such an arrangement was not really luxurious. However, to him, who grew up wandering the outskirts, this room was like a palace. He scratched his head.

‘Looks like… I’ve made it?’

Sunny glanced around, then winked at his shadow and smiled.

“I guess we’re moving up in the world, huh?”

The shadow didn’t respond, apparently not very impressed. Perhaps it didn’t care about such things.

‘Right, what would a stupid shadow know?’

Sunny changed into new clothes and studied himself in the mirror. Then, remembering something, he summoned the runes.

He finally had time to study the Puppeteer’s Shroud.

Memory: [Puppeteer’s Shroud].

Memory Rank: Awakened.

Memory Type: Armor.

Memory Description: [A worm of doubt once found its way into a righteous king’s heart. With time, the king was devoured from inside and became its puppet. A lifetime later, the Puppeteer Worm escaped from the king’s dead body, leaving behind a cacoon of black silk. No one knows where it went; however, once people dared to approach the silent castle, they found the silk among the mountains of gnawed bones and fashioned it into an armor.]

a

Yeah. I’m

creature he killed was called a larva. If he were to assume that Mountain King was a mature Puppeteer Worm — and already a tyrant… then what the hell would it transform into

better not

and wrapped it into a set of armor.

movements at all. It also made no sound when he moved.

below the Awakened rank, which gave him a great advantage in dealing with

it have enhanced protection against

he was

anything less from

that the Puppeteer’s Shroud was obviously not meant to be worn on top of

thought, recalling all the rewards he had received during

to taste real meat finally came true: not only was it freely available to Sleepers, there wasn’t even a limit to the amount each of them could eat! More than that, there were rice, bread, various side dishes, sauces, fresh

steering clear

building a small mountain of food on his plate, he found an empty seat and, for a while, forgot about the world’s existence. As juicy, textured, perfectly seasoned meat filled his mouth, Sunny’s vision suddenly was full of stars. He

lived like that for a whole

Spell… why didn’t you infect me a few months

in no time. Satiated and more than a little gorged, Sunny longingly looked

regret, he stood up

himself in a small office, sitting across from an administrative worker. The worker

psychological counseling again. Remembering her advice, he refused, and the interview smoothly switched to questions about his

the worker something. Luckily, the questions were worded in a way to put Sleepers at ease. As such, most of them started with nice and polite preambles like “would you like to tell me” or “if you’re willing to share”, which gave Sunny an

about the type of Aspect

did mind, but had to be

haven’t had time to understand it

to directly deal damage with

wasn’t even

information to create an impression that

he returned to his room, undressed, and went