The more chaotic, the better

It is already the third day since the bullying test began. Many people had made progress while others were still scooping around without evidence. In any case, people should have expected it. After all, finding out about these people was never an easy feat. It was like searching for a tiny black stone in a black sea. This case was different from any written test—or the other practical test based on a real-life problem. This situation was purely psychological. I could even bet that some famous detectives in Thunder nation would find it hard to find these culprits in their pigeonholes. However, one infuriating thing was that the victims and the bully had surprisingly disappeared. No soul could detect their presence.

In an abandoned facility, formerly used for basketball in the school—a lone girl stood there facing the window as though she was reminiscing about the past. She was aloof and indifferent—she was not the approachable type. Around her were technically fixed five enormous glass windows parallel to each other—allowing the cold fresh air to circulate the room and cool down the warm daring sunlight to provide stability. It was a beautiful irony! Instantly, the massive single door opposite the window, which the lone girl indifferently faced, opened, and a figure walked in. He had a calm and humble demeanor, like a faithful dog.

"Speak, Ru Nui." The lone-standing girl spoke authoritatively yet indifferently.

The person who came in was Ru Nui, a first-year student in class C. The standing person facing the window was Chonglin Mingxia.

"Mingxia, I have overseen your orders. We have circulated the rumors of the suspected bullied victim. We also complemented the rumors of class B's class leader." Saying that: he adjusted his breath before he continued, "We secretly announced that he doesn't only fear failure but also steals and bribes."

"Hmm, I see." Mingxia hummed under her breath and thought of another thing, "so how's the progress!? Have you found them? What about the progress of Shen Yongrui and Li Min? Actually, Shen Yongrui concerns me more because his ability to flawlessly mix truth and lie is terrifying. After all, even if Li Min has the arrogant silence that helps her command honor, fear, and admiration, I still can't see its role in this test. Anyway, tell the guys to keep an eye on both of them." Chonglin Mingxia declared indifferently.

The people of prince families had their unique abilities; they used them to gain whatever they wanted. These abilities were not innate but inculcated ever since their childhood. And the prince's ancient world nurtured every child with these abilities. In fact, the rare ones could manifest more than one of these abilities, but others could control one to perfection. However, they did not necessarily use these abilities for fighting. Anyway, they used them for scheming and strategizing, which was how they had remained on top of their game. Most of the children of the prince families were born with low aptitude to practice these skills. Therefore they could only practice insignificant low-level skills. Even so, most of them couldn't practice them to near perfection. The heavens could only tag these things as mind games. However, the prince families also had branches that didn't necessarily take up their family name. Those branches were like their loyal division. They also gave these people benevolent chances to learn most of these skills if they had a high aptitude.

Ru Nui stood there with respect and humility as though he was listening to a god talking to him. He knew precisely where Chonglin Mingxia came from, and he had been so loyal in order to curry favor with her. Ru Niu was the kind of person who understood the mind game of leadership: he could easily understand the situation and adapt to survive.

"By the way, don't you think this news had spread too fast?" Chonglin Mingxia asked as she passed a sidelong glance at Ru Niu.

Ru Niu's expression flickered several times. Of course, he understood what her boss meant by that word. It was apparent someone was fanning the fire he had ignited. If that was the case, they could only describe him as a loud fart for not even discovering the culprit circulating the rumor. However, he could only be honest.

"I've not noticed these changes. Perhaps, because the interval we have for the test is rather short, students transmitted the information faster than usual."

"Even so..." still indifferently passing a sidelong glance, Chonglin Mingxia commanded sternly: "Check to see what trick Shen Yongrui is using. He must have had a hunch I have manipulated information and want to give me a hand—he wants to hasten my doomsday."

"I will obey your order." Ru Niu was a rarely seen obedient dog. All that his master commanded, he fulfilled.

Chonglin Mingxia nodded slightly—she was unfazed and unconcerned about the behavior of other parties. She held maximum confidence in her game manipulation. At this moment, she thought of another thing; she looked towards the never-ending white and blue cloud outside the window from where her face focused as she gave her last warning: "By the way, you have to move more stealthily; it will be bad for people to connect both of us. Also, use the cards I gave you to execute this mission because there isn't any more time."

"Yes." Ru Niu answered dutifully.

She sighed, not intending to say more.

With that, Ru Nui left.

In a café, Fu Wei sat hopelessly at a table with a strawberry ice cream—in front of him. Six people sat at the same table with interrogative expressions: Heng Da, Jin Hai, Hong Peizhi, Qing You, Zhen Bai, and Xiu Ying. Fu Wei felt unnecessarily pressured as visible sweat strolled down his brow. Not to mention his depressive expression, which appeared readable like an opened book—he was one miserable guy with terrible luck.

"So, Fu Wei, are the rumors true?" Qing You questioned unceremoniously.

"Depending on your answer, we might remove you from the leadership position because you might destroy us all with your reputation." Zhen Bai creased his brow with a questioning gaze.

Heng Da, Xiu Ying…, and the rest of the guys could only directly probe Fu Wei to see what he wanted. They all had their questioning gaze because they needed to clarify the problem before it became a bigger mess than it was. But Fu Wei, on the other hand, was confused and miserable. He knew behind the rumor—that something had to be the truth. Now some unknown ghost was about to destroy his fragile reputation, but he might unintentionally destroy his class together with him. This single idea terrified him to no end. After all, there were influential people in that class. Even the homeroom teacher wasn't someone anyone could easily handle.

At the same time, in the café, A plump student who had snacks on his table sat some distance away from the class B guys with his partner. His partner looked dull and slow-witted. At the same time, his long hair weirdly covered both his eyes. These two guys were spying and eavesdropping on the conversation of Fu Wei and the others. These two guys were Class A students—Taiwan Bohai and Shirong Gang.

At this moment, a figure strutted toward Shirong Gang, who seemed lost in thought. Taiwan Bohai was totally absorbed in his conversation with Shirong Gang. But Shirong Gang was bored and frustrated because of the endless mental task Shen Yongrui had given them to do. So he continuously flung his hand helplessly as Taiwan Bohai conversed with him. Even though he knew that Shirong Gang had no patients left—he knew they had to remain undercover to acquire enough information from Fu Wei's group. It was just at this time that Shirong Gang's hands bumped into something. "Hey, why'd you purposely hit me?" someone hollered in anger. Of course, Shirong Gang couldn't have anticipated that the person planned this thing. But he had no time to understand either. After all, he was slow-witted.

So he became more confused, but the figure became louder. The figure was Changming Quan. Seeing the situation had drawn more attention to them, Taiwan Bohai apologized, stood, and left; Shirong Gang immediately followed after him. Everyone in the café was surprised because of the short fuse. They didn't know how it developed. However, they quickly began to attend to their matter.

Meanwhile, after thirty minutes, I, the chief of chaos, entered the café. I sat on a random chair and placed my wireless portable sound system on the table. "The fun is about to begin." Saying that horrible line, I smashed the play button of the music system, and instantly the noise I created overcame the peaceful atmosphere. The café's attendance quickly came and chased me out as they cursed angrily. They obviously couldn't understand how a vermin such as myself appeared in the world. They thought I smelled like trouble.

Anyway, what do I care about their thoughts? I had a single mission, and that was to cease peace and awake chaos. And in as much as I could bring enough trouble, I could recharge that ungrateful gods-mind to get more benefits. In any case, the more chaotic, the better.