Regulus stared at the dorm room. The squeaky-clean marble floors, extravagant furniture, and a size that made it look more like a condo rather than an apartment.
"Perks of being nobility." He muttered.
Yes, he was going to use his wealth to at least live in a nice dorm, sue him.
"Better than the free ones, those sounded like hell."
The dorm rooms were divided into three different areas. The first area at the outer edge and furthest away from the Academy was unofficially named the "Peasant Dorms".
The dorms, as suggested by their name, were usually inhabited by peasants who didn't have the money to pay for such things. They were provided with a four-by-four room to share with two other people. Not to mention the thirty-minute distance from the Academy.
Regulus shuddered at the thought of having to walk thirty minutes.
The area Regulus was currently at was the closest to the Academy, in fact, he could literally walk for less than a minute and be at the academy.
Such were the perks of being noble.
Regulus went to his closet, neatly packed with all his clothes by his dear butler. Changing into comfortable clothes, he made his way to the bed and plopped onto it.
'This is a pain in the ass.'
He had way too many things to worry about right now. The most important of which was exactly a year from now.
"The Central Academy Massacre."
Presumably where he would die.
Key word "Presumably."
Avien Reynold.
The man's name echoed in his brain more than a few times. He was the man who had to stop.
The man who orchestrated the Central Academy Massacre.
However, stopping him wouldn't be an easy task. The grandson of Morteas Reynold and the current Head Instructor for the first-year students.
"Would've been so much easier if I could just tell Morteas that his grandson is a scheming murderer trying to force open a gate to the underworld and get it over with."
On second thought, that wasn't exactly the brightest idea. The chances of someone, anyone at all, let alone Morteas, were quite literally 0%.
Avien was the golden boy of his generation. Talented, charismatic, handsome, just thinking about it made Regulus yell out in frustration.
"How the hell am I supposed to stop him?"
Regulus looked at the clock beside him. He had the whole day ahead before tomorrow and his first class.
"Fine, I'll think of something." He got up and walked to a chair, grabbing a diary with him, conveniently placed on his side table.
He needed to make sure he noted down what he knew.
Better write it all with a fresh memory than to forget about something and it leading to his death.
Regulus started scribbling.
"Avien, despite having everything, is a member, or well, trying to be a member of The Circle of the Namless Lords." Those bastards sure did have a high expectation for their members.
"To join them, he was tasked with conducting an experiment to create... Something."
You see, the story never mentioned what was being created, the only thing he knew was that Avien's experiment had succeeded and thus, a majority of the student population had been killed.
"Fuck." He cursed, looking at the roof in frustration.
His head hurt trying to figure out a way to win an impossible task.
He didn't know where Avien's lab was, what he was experimenting on, or any proof of anything.
An uphill battle.
Regulus stared back at the diary, stopping at the words.
Slam!
He shut the diary instantly, his heartbeat raced, and he let out multiple obscenities.
"Fuck no! Oh fuck no!" He yelled getting as far away from the diary as he could.
"What the fuck, is this place haunted, did I die to a ghost instead of Avien?" He let his thoughts scramble out.
However, he slowly but surely felt calmness wash over him.
Regulus took slow, half-steps towards the diary. He held the pen firmly in his hand and used it to flip the diary open.
It opened on the page where he was writing about Avien.
"Do you need help?" He read out loud, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Hell No!" He yelled out, moving back again, holding the pen like a sword.
His heart almost gave out as he watched words magically scribble themselves onto the diary.
"I will help you."
"Hey are you fucking retarded, I just told you, I don't need help." He cursed out profanities.
The diary ignored his little outburst, as words slowly started to form inside his head.
"Find the Essence Code in the library." He slowly read out.
For a moment he cursed his own memory, he paused to look at the book. His chest tightened looking at those words.
"How the hell do you know that?" The Essence Code was something discovered hundreds of chapters into the later volume.
It allowed many thing, but the thing Regulus needed right now, was the ability to see a person's limit.
Kevin had found the Essence Code and absorbed it, yet he already had his stupid cheat which already gave him the same powers.
So he practically wasted it.
"Alright devil book, you're helping me out so I won't question how you know that or what you are, but only this once." He muttered, eyeing the book from far away, he shut the book closed, once again from a safe distance.
He practically threw it into the deepest corners of his closet, vowing to never see it again.
For a moment he thought about yeeting it into the streets, but, realising the words written in it, be couldn't let it falling into someone's hands.
Let alone one Avien's lackeys.
He carefully eyed the diary for a couple of more moments. A small shudder escaping his body.
He roughly had an idea of what the thing was, and he was not going to play around with it.
"Thank heavens I didn't write into it after it made contact." He let out a sigh of relief.
Until he made contact with it, he was safe. How wrong he was...
Regulus stared at the time once again, less than an hour had passed since he had sat down to think of a solution.
Now he had an idea of what he could do to stop the massacre.
In the story, Kevin could check anyone's limit, but right now, Regulus had no way of knowing his own.
And if he needed to know how strong he could get, if his limit was low, then he needed to prepare for a way to solve said issue.
"Curse me for being a side character in the story." He muttered in frustration.
For now, he got up and moved towards the Library.
He also had a demonic diary to worry it about, but first he needed to prepare.
Whatever the case was, he didn't want to end up dying to either a massacre or a demonic diary.
He would also need some sort of mental protection, he couldn't let his knowledge be known to anyone.