Deep Night

"Oh! So this was the place... this school. Back when this eye used the mark to influence you, you hid here."

Morton, in his arms, sat up as well and cautiously looked around.

"Oh right, there was a cook here! Back when this eye was trapped in the dungeon and could only influence you through the mark, that cook actually injured my true body directly through the connection of the mark.

He should be the strongest person in this school, right?"

"No."

"That still doesn't count as the strongest? Looks like your lowly world really does have some skill. No wonder you managed to use your home-field advantage to kill a Lesser Outer God.

Still, this eye's rank far surpasses yours. Once this body fully matures, there will naturally be nothing to fear. And that cook—he hurt my eye back then, so naturally I'll have a word with him."

"Mm, you'll be able to talk face-to-face soon enough. We're heading to the cafeteria to eat now."

The moment Morton heard Luo Di was going to the cafeteria, he panicked.

"Huh? I meant after this body matures, not that I wanted to go now. Besides, this eye is on your side now, so naturally I'm on that cook's side too.

As for him hurting my eye, I'll reluctantly let it go and stop holding it against him. After all, we were enemies back then. It can't entirely be blamed on him."

After passing the sports field, the cafeteria stood right ahead.

It was nearly eight in the evening, well past dining hours.

Luo Di stepped forward and knocked experimentally. To his surprise, Hunter, still wearing an apron, quickly came to open the door, and his gaze immediately landed on the black eye.

In all of Vortex Town, no one was more