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.

thought my

sight, it was effectively a death sentence. A blind person had no chances of surviving in the Dream Realm, at least not with a dormant

was effectively

the crowd of Sleepers. Now he understood why people were trying to avoid this corner: the girl was surrounded by

but anyone would

with this knowledge, Sunny suddenly saw a pattern in how the young people in the hall were grouped. Instinctively, they all tried to stand close to those of their own

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

nervous. They were the scions of rich and high-ranking

consisted of kids from middle-class families. They might not have had the privilege of training under Awakened tutors, but their education wasn’t bad. The government spent a lot of effort to put all the necessary knowledge and skills into the school

them might have received additional training in private. To survive, these Sleepers would need to put in a valiant effort, and also have a bit of luck. But it wasn’t improbable. Consequently, they

girl. The corpses. From the point of view of other Sleepers in the hall, their chances of survival were close to

‘How charming.’

silver-haired girl, who stood alone and apart from everyone, seemingly indifferent to tension and nervousness that permeated the air. She was leaning against a wall with her eyes closed, still listening to

group and level of

the damn induction ceremony start?’

appeared on the stage. Not only was he tall, he was actually almost

long before the Spell even appeared. But he once saw pictures

bear-like Nightmare

and serious. After reaching the center of the stage, he gave Sleepers a long look. When his gaze reached the deserted corner,

he might separate me from a limb or two on behalf of