Chapter 126: Grand Performance [2]

In a dimly lit room, there were several figures. One sat on the bed, another on a wooden chair, some on the floor, while the rest were standing.

They weren't from Vale City, and thus they rented out an inconspicuous room far out in the slum area of the city.

A man with dark onyx hair and green eyes leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. But he wore an ink black mask, the others didn't know his identity.

Just that he was a high ranking member of the syndicate. He was the group's current advisor.

Zed Alistar. One of the Twilight Syndicate heads. A high ranking member, but a low ranking head due to inactivity.

Today would mark the full fruition of their plans.

But that was what the group around him thought.

For Zed, it would be his last gig.

There was no way this ragtag group of new syndicate members could successfully attack the academy.

Their plan was sloppy, and there were no goals to it at all.

It was all for the purpose of having the credentials of successfully obstructing the most influential academy of the century.

Yes.

That was it.

All so they could gather the other head's attention.

And Zed was the one assigned to observe this batch.

Why?

Because if they did fail, then there was a chance the organization could be leaked.

He couldn't allow that.

The organization couldn't allow that.

If they failed, then he would end them.

But for some reason, their plans were going smoothly.

There was someone from the inside helping them.

An image of a man overlapped in Zed's mind.

And he smiled at the thought.

"Could it be him...?"

He muttered.

He didn't expect that man to help out.

Maybe...

Maybe this plan was going to work.

Flip—

He flipped a coin in the air and caught it.

"Nah."

He shook his head.

It would be too good to be true for this sloppy plan to actually pull off.

The only reason the organization even allowed for it was because of its beliefs.

Freedom.

Each member, be it high ranking or not, were free to do as they wished.

"...?"

Zed looked ahead.

The group got up and were about to head out for the door.

"Is it time?"

"Yes. Our contacts just informed us that the talent show was about to start."

"Ah."

"Will you help us, Sir?"

"No."

Zed shook his head.

He wasn't part of the upcoming attack. Just a mere observer.

Flip—

Zed flipped a coin and gazed at the man in front of him.

"Get going now."

And he caught it as the moonlight reflected from the coin.

Staring at the door slowly closing, Zed stared at the coin on his palms.

The corner of his lips pulled up shortly after.

"Are you the one pulling the strings, Ripper?"

***

6:00 PM.

Finally, it was time for the long awaited talent show.

Audience quickly filled the seats and their chatter filled the entire room.

Judges were seated in front consisting of Professors and student council members.

The only ones Raven was familiar with were Evelyn, Vanessa, Gavin, Oscar, Belle, and Adrien.

There were a total of 12 judges. For the rest, he didn't know.

According to the posters, there were over 27 participants that passed the screening test. With one secret participant that didn't undergo the said test.

Why?

Because this mysterious participant's talent was superb. Vouched by the student council, as well as several professors.

"Help! I've fallen and I can't giddyup!"

"..."

"..."

What the fuck...

Raven could feel the second hand embarrassment from a mile away. But since he was the only supporter, he remained standing. How did he even pass the screening test?

Shortly after, he gripped his stomach.

And...

"Hahahaha~"

He was dying.

He could feel it.

Please get out Reinhard.

And yet again, Reinhard continued.

"What did the man say after getting into a traffic accident?"

"What?"

"I refuse to be reincarnated!"

"..."

...Please stop.

Someone, stop him.

"Boo..."

"Please, I want to live a long life."

"Get off the stage!"

Audience's comments reverberated throughout the entire theater room. Unlike earlier, it wasn't just the minority.

Before he realized it, Raven was slowly sitting down.

"...You're on your own now."

He hesitantly muttered under his breath.

Yes, they were friends. He should be supportive no matter what.

But as he recalled Reinhard's jokes, Raven found himself clenching his teeth.

"Maybe I should cut him off..."

Reinhard paid no heed to the haters and continued.

"For the grand finale. Why did the bicycle fall over?"

"..."

This time, Raven didn't respond. But shortly after, Reinhard's pleading eyes met his gaze.

Alright.

It was for his friend.

Raven scoffed at the thought of betraying Reinhard. He could do at least this much for a friend.

With such thoughts, Raven stood up with a smile.

"Why?"

Reinhard nodded at him with a smile plastered on his face.

Clearing his throat, Reinhard continued with a confident tone.

"Because it was two tired."

"..."

'Okay, I'm done.'

Silence gripped the room. No one could utter any words. Grand finale...? Bullshit.

Raven instantly sat back down as he tried to mitigate the second hand embarrassment.

The entire session... No one laughed.

"No one."

Literally, no one.

Not a single one.

"Tough crowd..."

Reinhard scratched his cheek.

"Just get out."

And one of the panelists instructed him to go.

Just like that, the first participant of the talent show ended.

Shortly after, Raven's phone vibrated.

Retrieving it, he opened the screen and found a text message.

⌜Brandon Locke⌟

—It's time.

Acknowledging the message, Raven stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom."

Amy asked and Raven answered.

He made his way towards the exit, and as he opened the door, the familiar figure stood, waiting for him.

He adorned an elegant black blazer, and his hair was styled differently from the usual.

"Fancy getup."