Uncle Wells is well done

A voice suddenly rang out, startling the principal and Alec.

They looked towards the door, which had been locked from the inside, but now a middle-aged man was standing in the room.

He was dressed in a black butler's outfit, his hair meticulously combed. However, the aura he exuded was terrifying, like a monster looking at them with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Who... who are you?" the principal shouted.

Even though he appeared somewhat chubby, he was still a level 30 mage. However, facing this man, he felt fear.

Fear that made him want to run away, abandoning any resistance.

"I... am the butler of Young Master Negut."

"Negut?!" Alec shouted, "Damn it! Tell him, don't think that using power can... Ack!"

BAM!

Alec hadn't finished his sentence when a terrifying pressure pressed down on his back, slamming his face onto the table and leaving him immobilised.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even a finger, nor could he speak.

"Kid, don't think you're a hero or that my young master is afraid of you, so he doesn't dare to do anything," Uncle Wells said, his voice full of killing intent and threat.

"To my young master, you're just a stepping stone. Destroying you is easier than killing an ant."

"It's just that... my young master doesn't want things to be too boring, so... he wants you to struggle a bit."

"Like a fish in a bowl, no matter how much it struggles, it can't escape that bowl."

"Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Alec gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger as he looked at Uncle Wells.

However, Uncle Wells didn't pay attention to him. No, to be precise, Uncle Wells despised him, not wanting to bother with such trash.

His eyes turned to the principal, frowning as he said, "This kid just beat his classmate to the point of near death; why are you handling this as if it's just a normal brawl?"

Hearing Uncle Wells's voice, the principal's body suddenly trembled. However, it seemed the principal was still influenced by the protagonist's aura, so he continued to defend him.

"Sorry, but I'm not favouring him," the principal sighed, trying to stay calm, and said, "After all, he's still young, and it's normal to have difficulty controlling his anger."

"Besides, according to him, the friend he hit insulted him. Therefore, it's hard to say who's right and who's wrong."

"Moreover, each Survivor is a hope for humanity. To ruin a survivor's future over such a small matter is a bit excessive."

"That's why I think..."

"He's a Survivor... So the person he hit isn't a Survivor?" Uncle Wells suddenly interrupted the principal, "Why such favouritism?"

Suddenly, the principal swallowed hard, feeling like he was going crazy.

Just as Uncle Wells said, why was he being so biased? Alec is a survivor, but so is the other person.

Strange... Why did he feel the need to protect Alec to help Alec overcome this difficulty?

While the principal was feeling confused, Uncle Wells's voice rang out again: "Principal, it seems you recently bought a rather large house, didn't you?"

The principal was startled and quickly explained, "Hahaha... it's just... I saved up a small amount of money and bought a house for retirement."

"Ah!" Uncle Wells sneered, glancing at the principal, "A small amount of money? From what I know, that house is worth about 30 million credit points."

"Principal... your salary is only 50,000 points a month, and you currently don't participate in any monster extermination activities."

"So... how did you have enough money to buy such a big house?"

The principal trembled slightly, stammering, "That... I... previously, I participated in void monster extermination missions, so... I... I..."

"Ah! Really?" Uncle Wells said, his face devoid of any emotion, "I just had my staff check the academy's finances and found a large discrepancy."

"Principal, do you know where that discrepancy came from?"

"That... I..." The principal stammered, standing up in shock.

Crash!

He was so frightened that his hand accidentally knocked over the glass of water on the table, shattering it into countless pieces on the floor.

"Principal, you should remember... who put you in this position. Everything you have today is thanks to whom?"

"The young master knows everything; he just doesn't bother to say anything. However, since you've made such a grave mistake, then... congratulations, you've chosen the path to hell."

Uncle Wells finished speaking, turned around, and walked out. Standing outside the room, he turned his back to the principal and said, "You should prepare a bit; clean up the room to welcome the next person."

"Oh! You have three days to prepare everything and say your final words to your loved ones."

With that, Uncle Wells left. The sound of his expensive leather shoes hitting the floor grew fainter until it disappeared, and only then did the principal breathe a sigh of relief, and Alec could move again.

Alec slowly stood up, clenched his fists, and angrily said, "Damn it! He..."

"Enough!" The principal suddenly shouted, startling Alec.

He looked at the principal and saw him holding his forehead; he looked like he had aged ten years, with the wrinkles on his face becoming more pronounced.

"Leave; from now on, you and I have no relationship whatsoever, understand?"

Hearing this, Alec gritted his teeth and shouted, "Principal, are you afraid of that bastard Negut?"

"We can work together, as long as we..."

"Shut up!" The principal seemed to lose patience, shouting again, "I said shut up, are you deaf?"

"Get out!"

Alec trembled because he realised... he was too weak; just a glance from the principal made him fearful.

After all, he had only reached level 5, while the principal was a level 30 mage. The difference in levels was too great, and their auras were completely different.

At this moment, not just one, but two thread-like invisible energies flew out of Alec's body, then drifted away into the distance.

Alec suddenly realised how small he was, and in the end, he could only leave the room.

When the principal was alone in the room, he sat down in his chair while feeling foolish for favouring Alec.

He didn't understand why, when he saw Alec, he wanted to help the young man, to help Alec grow, to protect him.

However, after thinking it over, he realised how absurd it was.

Alec was just an ordinary student, not particularly talented. The principal even knew that Alec had once beaten Negut, yet he still chose to favour Alec.

In return... now he had lost everything. He might even end up in prison, closing the door on the leisurely retirement he had once dreamed of.

"Damn it!" The principal cursed, then bowed his head and cried like a child.

…

Negut sat in the car, trying to enjoy a glass of wine but eventually opting for water.

In his previous life, when he lived on Earth, he didn't like wine or beer. In this life, he wanted to try a bit to see how good wine could be.

However, the taste of the wine was too strange, so he had to give up. At least he could drink some wine, but not much.

"Strange, why hasn't Uncle Wells returned yet?" Negut wondered.

He thought Uncle Wells would wait for him in the car, but when he returned, Uncle Wells was nowhere to be seen.

Knock! Knock!

The sound of knocking on the car door was accompanied by a familiar voice: "Young master, I have returned."

The car door opened, and Uncle Wells saw how bored Negut was and said: "Young master, did the date fail?"

"Date?!" Negut really wanted to scold Uncle Wells, but he knew... Uncle Wells only wanted the best for him.

He sighed and said, "Uncle Wells, next time you don't need to do that. I don't like her, and she doesn't like me either."

"Next time, if she tries to approach me, just say that I'm not available or find some reason to send her away, understand?"

Uncle Wells felt confused hearing this, but then he suddenly realised Negut's true intention.

'It seems... the young master has some plan to get Miss Selvia in his hands.'

'Young master, don't worry; I understand what you want to do. Surely, the young master wants to use the method of pretending to reject Miss Selvia to make her more eager.'

'The more eager she is, the more intensely she will pursue the young master.'

'Young master, you are truly too clever.'

Uncle Wells suddenly smiled, a smile that made Negut shiver: "You... Why are you smiling?"

"Hahahaha..." Uncle Wells said as he got into the car: "No, I was just thinking about some interesting things."

"Young master, don't worry. From now on, I'll help you avoid Miss Selvia's eyes."

"No... it's not about avoiding." Negut hurriedly corrected: "I want you to send her away; I really don't want to see her."

"Ah! I understand, young master, don't worry."

Negut saw Uncle Wells' expression, and a sense of unease appeared in his mind.

However, he didn't know what was wrong, so he sighed and didn't mention it anymore.

"Young master, the principal of this academy... maybe... no, surely he will be thrown into prison."

Negut: "..."