Hengshui Radiance Holy Academy.
Although Arthur had never heard of such an academy, he could always sense an inexplicable, terrifying dread from it.
No wonder it could cultivate talents like Boss Ansu.
Arthur even felt that Boss Ansu had come to the Cult of Suffering as though he had returned home, so naturally at ease.
The Esoteric Cultists woke up at five thirty in the morning. Getting up at that hour in the freezing cold was agonizing, yet Boss Ansu always got up at four thirty.
They were assigned to mixed-class dormitory 201, with over a dozen people sharing one room. Ansu was the earliest riser among them.
That alone would have been fine.
Ansu made a great deal of noise getting up, making his bed creak and groan. His roommates could have endured that, since they would all be colleagues in the future and ought to be considerate of one another.
His loud dressing and heavy footsteps were not much of a problem either. They could still sleep through those—until the bastard took out a book and began reading aloud in the morning.
None of his roommates could sleep anymore.
Is this guy even human?
They had been tortured into barely human shapes by a full day of training, yet this guy could still get up an hour early to read?
Are you a demon?
The psychological pressure of dormitory 201 began the moment Ansu got out of bed each day.
The second to wake was Liszt. He usually rose at five sharp. Since he slept in diapers every night, he had to go out onto the balcony to air them after waking. The stench that had stewed all night became the second trial that jolted the Esoteric Cultists awake.
Arthur was the last to rise. That bastard slept