That N*gga Is 1000 Years Old?!

Author's Note: Unedited Chapter

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"That is one of his abilities... the moment you decided to give him the information, he could get it out of your head without you having to utter a word," Miss Aimee explained.

"You're a party pooper little Aimee, you could have just let it stay a secret. It was cooler before you spilled," Deji complained.

"Grow up," Miss Aimee responded with a ridiculing tone.

"Tch," Deji turned to face Gustav again.

"Now I understand the situation. From what you have told me, the process of transitioning is happening in his subconscious which means I can disrupt the process of your friend accepting the crown by forcing him to regain consciousness," Deji analysed with a contemplative expression. 

"Can you do that?" Angy asked from the side.

"It shouldn't be difficult now that I have a bit of understanding on what I am dealing with," Deji answered with a light smile.