My Tribrid System: More than a Monster-Chapter 132: Regret

Chapter 130

"No, no, no! What are you doing, Elyon? NOOO! My reputation... that is pure cringe. Oh, heavens no."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Hahahaha~!" Bruce couldn’t help but burst out into boisterous laughter at what Elyon was forcing Ray’s physical body to do.

...

Outwardly, after the Celestial took control of the vessel, Ray’s eyes underwent a subtle shift, changing their hue to a flat white.

They weren’t glowing with power, yet they looked strikingly different from their usual shade.

With a mischievous glint in his borrowed eyes, Elyon strolled out of the dormitory and made his way toward the cafeteria, where several Aspirants were currently finishing their lunch.

He marched straight to a table occupied by a few low-grade students and sat down, beaming at them with an unsettlingly radiant intensity.

"What? What are you smiling at?" one of the students asked, shifting uncomfortably.

Clearing his throat with exaggerated importance, Elyon spoke.

"Praise me."

"Wha—?!"

In the subconscious realm, Ray was just about to continue pestering Bruce when he overheard the bizarre request, causing his mental eyes to widen in sheer horror.

"Praise you?" the Aspirant repeated, a look of utter confusion plastered across his face.

Elyon nodded, his grin widening even further.

"Here," he said, pointing toward the crown of his head as he lowered it forward. "Pat my head and sing my praises."

At that moment, Ray officially lost his mind.

"My reputation! What the hell do you think you are doing?! Stop, stop, stop this instant! Go back to the room!"

Inwardly, Elyon spared a brief glance over his shoulder to address the frantic host.

"I am the one in the driver’s seat now. Whatever I choose to do should not concern you."

"Bu—but my reputation! It’ll be ruined!"

Elyon ignored the protest and refocused on the world outside.

"So, will you do it?" he pressed the Aspirant, who was staring at him like he had grown a second head.

"Fuck off, weirdo."

"Oh, come on, it isn’t that difficult. Just do it," Elyon insisted.

He reached out with lightning speed, grabbed the boy’s hand, and firmly placed it on top of his own head.

"There. Now stroke my hair and tell me how wonderful I am."

"I said; get lost!" The Aspirant violently yanked his hand away and stood up to leave the table.

"Fine. If you refuse to participate, I’m sure others will be more than happy to oblige," Elyon snorted.

And then—

Crash—!

The entire cafeteria suddenly plummeted into a stunned silence as every eye in the room turned toward the center of the hall.

Several Aspirants had been minding their own business, enjoying their meals, until Elyon walked over and swept their plates onto the floor, shattering them into a thousand ceramic shards.

Without a shred of hesitation, he hopped up and climbed atop the long table.

Inwardly, Ray was absolutely fuming, his mental form vibrating with indignation.

"No, no, no. What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

"Ahem... everyone! Yes, over here! Look at me!" Elyon shouted at the top of his lungs, beginning to jump up and down on the tabletop to ensure he had every single person’s undivided attention.

At that exact moment, Felix happened to stroll into the cafeteria.

His eyes immediately landed on Ray, who was currently making a scene on the furniture.

"Brother? What on earth is he doing?" Felix muttered, a brow shooting up in bewilderment as he began to walk toward the commotion.

"Yes! Now that I have your attention," Elyon began, looking down at the crowd as they fixed their gazes on him.

Felix, on the other hand, slowed his pace, intending to ask what the hell was going on, when—

"Now! You shall all stand up and praise me! Sing my praises, guys! Let the world hear of my greatness!"

Felix froze dead in his tracks.

A mixture of secondhand embarrassment and sheer shock washed over his face.

"You know what?" he muttered, slowly raising a hand to facepalm himself.

"I don’t know this dude. I’ve never seen him before in my life."

Meanwhile, back in the subconscious, Ray was screaming at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the darkness.

"NOOOOO!"

"Hahahahahahaha~!" Bruce had already sat bolt upright, bursting into an unhinged fit of laughter.

He clutched his abdomen as a slight pain shot through him from the exertion of his mirth.

The earlier gloominess that had clouded his face was completely wiped away; he laughed aloud like a man watching the greatest comedy show in existence.

Tears slid down his face as his voice grew louder and more frantic with every passing second of the spectacle.

***

Meanwhile, Van had already made his way not to his private workshop, but back to the hall utilized for the technical aspect class.

Although the official aspect classes had concluded for the day, the female instructor was still present.

She remained seated at a primary workbench, hunched over a strange, intricate contraption that she was meticulously working on.

Van walked in hurriedly, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

Without looking up from her task, she muttered, "You got it?"

"Yes. I managed to retrieve the formula I utilized on a different invention of mine back then," Van replied.

At his words, a head rose from behind the cluttered table.

The woman was a striking blonde with hazel-pink eyes that looked almost enchanting, possessing a slight, intelligent twinkle.

She was currently clad in a crisp white lab coat.

This was Elysa, a Sergeant who headed the tech class and imparted the vast knowledge she had accumulated over her years in the field.

She was currently struggling with a particularly peculiar device.

Elysa had been stuck on a specific internal mechanism with no clear idea of how to proceed; it was as if she had hit a solid brick wall.

Though Van had caught her working on this several times before, she had always seemed relaxed then.

Now, however, her movements were frantic, as if she were hurrying to meet a looming deadline.

The previous day, before he had left the classroom, she had pulled him aside and asked him to assist her in completing the project.

Her reasoning for seeking his help was simple: she claimed he was currently the brightest genius among the Aspirants.

Her basis for that assessment was the incredibly complicated assignment she had given the class—one that only Van had managed to conclude successfully, a feat which had further earned him his own dedicated workshop.

Van felt truly grateful to her for that opportunity, hence he had accepted the request to help her on a whim.

For some reason, he hadn’t yet seen the external chassis of the contraption they were building together.

He had only been granted access to the engine; as Elysa claimed, she already had the body figured out and simply required his expertise on the propulsion system.

Now, Van was here, helping as much as he possibly could with meticulously calm hands.

Outwardly, he appeared to be working manually, but deep down, he was subtly using his unique ability to trace the mechanical errors.

It took a while until he finally located the fault, and from there onward, they worked for several hours trying to construct something that Van had no clear idea of what it actually entailed.

Beep, Beep.

Van glanced down at his watch and then looked toward Elysa, who flashed a warm smile at him.

"It’s time for your gear training. Yeah, you can head out."

Van nodded and turned to walk away, exiting the classroom completely a few moments later.

A few minutes passed with Elysa still working in silence before she suddenly paused.

The warm, maternal smile on her face vanished instantly.

Her phone began to ring, and she picked it up with a grim, cold expression.

"Yes, yes. I’m working on it right now. I have a foolish little genius helping me, so it will be finished before you arrive. I promise."

A few seconds passed in tense silence before a voice on the other end replied,

"You know exactly how important this is for me, right? Who is the one helping you, and why are you entrusting a mere kid with this task?"

"Like I said, he is a genius. Almost a once-in-a-lifetime talent. The only problem is that he is incredibly naive and easily manipulated. You just have to smile at him and he melts. So yes, the work will be completed before you arrive for collection."

"Okay then," the voice replied before the line went dead.