Shadow Slave

Satisfied with his performance, Sunny walked back to the deserted corner of the hall. He felt people looking at him with mockery, contempt and pity. No one seemed to be willing to stay close to him. It was just as well: he didn’t want to be bothered anyway.

Still, weren’t their reactions a bit exaggerated? It’s not like he was carrying an infectious disease. Well, except for the Spell. But it wasn’t really a disease, which everyone here should have known already.

Finally, he extricated himself from the crowd and reached the corner. For some reason, Sleepers were unwilling to approach it: currently, there was only one girl sitting quietly on the bench. Sunny gave her a look.

The quiet girl was delicate, demure and very pretty. Her clothes were tidy and neat. They weren’t very expensive, but still rather tasteful. With her pale blond hair, big blue eyes and exquisite face, she looked like a beautiful porcelain doll.

She was subtly breathtaking.

However, there was something wrong with her. Sunny frowned, trying to understand what exactly about the girl made him uncomfortable. After a while, he realized that her empty, expressionless stare was reminding him of Mountain King.

Startled, Sunny understood that the girl was blind. It took him a couple of seconds to compose himself.

‘What a shame.’

A bit disheartened, he carefully sat on the opposite end of the bench.

The girl wouldn’t have survived the First Nightmare if she had been blind prior to entering the Spell. Which meant that she lost her sight as the result of the Appraisal.

It was her Flaw.

Suddenly, Sunny felt very apprehensive. A cold sensation spread through his chest.

I thought my Flaw was

received in exchange for her sight, it was effectively a death sentence. A blind person had no

was effectively a walking

were trying to avoid this corner: the girl was surrounded by an invisible, but almost

anyone would feel uncomfortable in her

pattern in how the young people in the hall were grouped. Instinctively,

were one or two small groups. People in these groups were distinct from the rest of Sleepers. They were all confident, calm and had an air of readiness. These were the Legacies: they were trained for the Spell since birth and had the highest chances of survival. Caster especially

were the scions of rich and high-ranking citizens. Their training

part of the crowd, which consisted of kids from middle-class families. They might not have had the privilege of training under Awakened tutors, but their education wasn’t

private. To survive, these Sleepers would need to put in a valiant effort, and also have a bit of

there was Sunny and the blind girl. The corpses. From the point of view of other Sleepers in the hall, their

‘How charming.’

from everyone, seemingly indifferent to tension and nervousness that permeated the air. She was leaning against a wall with her eyes

level of training, everyone was

the damn induction ceremony

on the stage. Not only was he tall, he was actually almost a giant. Sunny even wondered if the man’s mother had sinned

extinct long before the Spell even appeared. But he once saw pictures in a book, and they looked sort

bear-like Nightmare

reaching the center of the stage, he

hope he doesn’t have a telepathic Ability. Otherwise, he might separate me from a limb or two on