In the end, she still gave him the address of where she lived.
It was an isolated area, not known to many people, and most importantly, it was quiet to the point of being boring, with not a single person around.
Because Evelyn was injured, he had no choice but to help her back.
It could speed up the progress of his mission.
"Why did you say you were my boyfriend just now?"
An unexpected question from Evelyn.
How should Kael answer this in the end?
— 1: I want to be your boyfriend to clear the 21st floor. To put it bluntly, I want to use you.
— 2: After all, the place you live in is just one of the 100 floors of the Tower, there are many other worlds, so even if I say that I am your boyfriend, what can they do?
— 3: Isn’t it great that I’m your boyfriend? I’m strong, so you’ll worry less about being bullied.
"Sorry, I lied just now."
"But it’s true that I have feelings for you."
In love, never rush. Let things happen naturally, like the wind.
"That’s funny. You have feelings for me, even though this is the first time we’ve met?"
"...Um, what if we’ve met outside the academy before?"
Even the dumbest person could tell that Kael’s answer was problematic.
As for a genius like Evelyn Evernight, she probably knew it from the start.
But she chose not to press the issue.
"Are you a new student? This is the first time I’ve seen you in Atlas Academy."
"Yes, I just transferred here."
This was his first time coming to this place.
He didn’t even have a student ID, let alone be a student of this academy.
His current proper identity was that of an intruder.
"What class are you in?"
"..." Kael didn’t respond.
"Do you have a schedule?"
"..." He remained silent.
"Do you know who your main professor is?"
Evelyn curled her lips, as if she had guessed it from the start.
"You’re not a student of Atlas Academy after all, am I right?"
Damn, this was exactly why Kael hated geniuses.
"Does that mean you’re going to report to the professor, or the guards, to kick me out of here?"
"...Not really. I don’t think you’re a bad person, and I owe you a favor."
Kael’s eyes lit up. It turned out that this villainess wasn’t that bad.
"Moreover, if I report to them, I’ll be affected too."
’...Damn, so she’s only concerned about herself?’
After walking a bit further, they finally arrived at the place where Evelyn lived.
It was a two-story house, designed in a medieval European style... not much different from the architecture of the 20th floor.
"Is this where you live?"
"Really?" He had to ask again to make sure.
And her answer was the same as before.
Kael was really shocked.
He had thought that a girl’s house would usually be extremely decorated, with many different colors, dozens of types of flowers planted in the garden, generally having a cute interface.
But the house he was looking at was nothing like that at all.
It looked quite old, dark, dusty, as if no one had washed it for a long time.
It was quite like a haunted house.
"What? Surprised because it doesn’t look like what you imagined?"
She asked, at the same time, taking out the key and opening the door.
"Yeah. I thought it would be... more flashy."
"Flashy? You have a vivid imagination."
The door opened, revealing an extremely ordinary-looking interior, with a bit of dust on the furniture, and a few cobwebs visible on the ceiling.
This was definitely a place just to live in, not to enjoy.
"..." He blinked a few times.
Even if Kael had been at his poorest in his previous life, his house couldn’t possibly be this bad.
"Is this really where you live?"
"Yeah, it’s just that I don’t clean it often enough."
"Do you think someone who’s been bullied all the time would be in the mood to decorate their house?"
Evelyn said in a nonchalant tone. As if it was just a routine activity.
"...Sorry." He scratched his head awkwardly.
"Whatever. Take me to the sofa."
He gently placed her down, being careful not to touch her wounds.
The awkward silence lingered in the atmosphere.
It was only broken when Evelyn opened her mouth:
"You’re not leaving yet?"
"Leaving? Where? I don’t have a home."
She blinked a few times, looking at him with disbelief.
At this point, she really did think of him as an alien.
Finally, she let out a sigh.
"Alright, then you can stay here."
Then, she leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Her face was pale, with two distinct dark circles under her eyes.
It seemed like it had been a long time since she had a good night’s sleep .
But even so, they still couldn’t seal her beauty.
"How could such a beautiful person have such a tragic life?"
Kael felt sorry for Evelyn.
He continued to enjoy that beautiful face while its owner slept for the next minute.
And when the second minute started, his eyes and expression became much more serious.
’Hey Tower Master, you’re watching me, right?’
[That’s right. How did you know? You were watching me?]
’No, that’s just my guess. I am a transmigrator after all, and this time, I have to act alone.’
[Haha, good deduction. Besides, not only me, but all the other Tower Creators are also watching you.]
A sly smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
’In that case, what do you think if we make a trade?’
[Trade? I’m listening.]
In the game, during this arc, Hans Varun had to spend most of his time living in seclusion in the forest because he really had nothing.
He didn’t even have a student card.
So, things were really inconvenient, for both Hans and Kael.
’I want an Atlas Academy student card. To be more precise, I want to be a student here.’
[And what will we get in return?]
’In this 21st floor mission, I will create a scenario that all of you will find interesting.’
[How can we trust you?]
He shrugged, appearing quite calm.
’Have I ever deceived you? Furthermore, wasn’t the clearest proof when I did the 20th floor mission?’
[...] The Tower Master was silent for a few seconds.
Just as Kael was beginning to think that he had been rejected, and had to switch to Plan B, a card suddenly formed from light particles in front of him.
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After getting what he wanted, Kael quickly put aside his joy and bowed, looking very grateful.
’Of course. I always keep my promises.’