The door creaked open slowly, and an imposing man walked into the room, exuding a majestic aura. He stood tall and straight, his posture awe-inspiring. His silver hair fell elegantly on his shoulders, setting off his strong features. His eyes were sharp and serious, and his green pupils seemed to contain a wealth of knowledge and experience. "Principal Jonathan," I thought to myself. I recognized the man in front of me at a glance. After all, he was also a well-known figure in the game. He was wearing a formal business suit that showed his high status and authority. The suit was well-cut and fit him perfectly, exuding a noble temperament. The tiny wrinkles on the sleeves of his suit showed that he had been used frequently, and the dirt on his shoes and the small water droplets on his body showed that he had checked the crime scene before coming. There were also tiny white hairs, and it seemed that he had sent a white dog to help with the investigation. White Dog is the Association's hound, which is the in-game short name for hound. As he walked into the room, his emerald eyes darted around, taking in every detail with a keen eye. "Well, it looks like you've recovered." After a moment, he came in and looked me in the eye and said, "Morse Scott, right?" His tone was stern. "Yes, Principal Jonathan." I nodded slightly and replied. I knew his position and there was no reason to show any disrespect to him. He must have come to ask me what happened there. They couldn't possibly know about the existence of the Mist Ghost now. I shouldn't provide any clues. Thinking of this, I began to think about my answer. "You and your classmates encountered a dangerous creature, right?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out his aura. Although he didn't try to put physical pressure on me, it was enough to make me uncomfortable.
"Yes, Headmaster. It was... an unknown monster. It attacked us suddenly, and I don't remember much after that." Considering Morse's past performance, this answer should be much better. And I pretended to hesitate for a while before answering. Then I saw his brows tighten at the same time. "You said it was an unknown monster?" he asked, staring at me intently. "Yes." I looked away, showing fear. "It was a monster I had never seen before." Principal Jonathan continued to look at me carefully, trying to see if I was lying. "But you defeated this unknown monster all by yourself," he said, his voice still stern. "No... it's not like that." I answered, lowering my head. "I was just lucky. I succeeded because I happened to buy the Holy Scroll." I prepared my tears and raised my head. "I... if it wasn't like this, I would be like others..." But he still didn't believe it. "Why did you buy the Holy Scroll?" When he looked into my eyes, the pressure on me increased. "Because I plan to raid a newly discovered dungeon. It's called 'The Cave of Eternal Sleep' and it has undead in it. That's why I prepared for it." I answered while continuing my acting, my voice shaking from time to time. "I see... This is the same as what Silvi said." Then he stroked his beard with his hand and stopped asking questions. "It must have been very hard..." He nodded and slowly walked towards the window. But I could see his body was like he was preparing for a speech. I immediately knew it wasn’t over yet and braced myself for what was to come. "Do you think I would believe it?" As I asked this question, a huge pressure came over me, and my heart tightened. "Then why don't you help other students?" It was such a precise pressure that Xierwei, who was sleeping comfortably beside me, didn't feel it at all. "Ahem..." I coughed slightly and stared at him closely. This time, my eyes were full of anger. "That...that's because they tortured me...why should I help them?" I felt suffocated by the principal's pressure. His eyes continued to stare at me, as if he could see through my appearance and reach deep into my heart. "Why did you do this?" he repeated, his voice cold. "You are a student of this college, Morse Scott. You have a duty to protect your fellow students and uphold our values and principles. But you turned a blind eye to their lives and deaths. This is not the behavior of a student with a sense of responsibility and honor." "Why? Cough... Where is the honor you've been talking about when everyone is watching me being tortured?" I was under tremendous pressure. Although the wounds on my body hurt, I still held my chest high.
"I learned a lesson in this academy... If you don't have the power to defend yourself... then your so-called sense of responsibility and honor will be devalued to nothing. This academy is not a place that values honor at all... And a hunter will not act with honor, they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals..." I poured all my emotions into my words. "I didn't know the scroll would work. It was pure luck that I was able to kill that monster." When I finished speaking, a light laugh escaped from the principal's mouth. This laugh was full of understanding, as if he saw something in me that others might have overlooked. When he smiled and looked me in the eyes, the pressure lifted off me. "You're right, Morse," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "This college may not be a place for traditional notions of honor, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. In fact, I see a different kind of honor in your words." I frowned in confusion, not understanding what he meant by the unique honor, but he looked at me with a smile. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes mixed with seriousness and admiration. "You have endured pain and suffering, but you are still standing here, refusing to let the pain and suffering defeat you. This requires great courage, and even more courage of character. Maybe you didn't choose that path, but you chose to transcend the cruelty and darkness around you." "You are such an easygoing person..." I thought to myself, seeing his smile. After all, he is a person who believes that no one is as white as paper, and everyone has darkness inside. And he likes those who honestly reveal the darkness, just like me, pouring false hatred into my words. I have never woken up from the darkness. And I will not come out of the darkness until I destroy all the evil in this world. But that doesn't mean I am who he thinks I am. Principal Jonathan still smiled, and I could feel that he saw through my "performance" and understood my inner "anger" and "pain". But he did not criticize me for it, on the contrary, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. "Your honesty is commendable, Morse," he said, his voice gentle but firm, rising from where he sat. "We all have our own demons, our own darkness. It's what we choose to do with it that matters. I nodded. "I understand, Headmaster," I replied, my voice steady. "I will do my best to face my darkness and use it to become stronger." With these words, the Headmaster turned and walked towards the door, his majestic aura gradually fading. "You have the potential to be a great hunter, Morse. Do not let the darkness consume you, but use it to light your way forward." "Hypocrisy..." I thought to myself, watching the man leave. Although he acted very confidently and considerately in front of the students, I knew what he said to Morse when Morse ranked last in the midterm exam. At least now I can avoid those stares. After all, he has labeled me as worthless. Thinking of this, I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. After all, even though he is a person who likes others to tell the truth, he will also use his talent to... Before I fell asleep, I heard a voice. "Morse..." Xierwei wakes up
