"Consider it carefully. Will you become stronger if you don’t recharge?"

Where was the logic? Cullen fell into deep thought.

After a few minutes, the student council’s moderator felt his school badge vibrate. He realized it was Cullen after answering it.

"Ingres, do you still have points?" Cullen asked quickly on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, and some saved up." Ingres counted in his head. "Probably around ten-thousand."

"Is anyone around you? Ask them."

"I asked and we probably have thirty-thousand together. Cullen, what’s wrong?"

"Don’t ask, just transfer them. I’m in a hurry and I need them now…"

"You…wait a bit. I’ll do it now."

Ingres felt slightly unsettled, but he trusted Cullen and transferred the points. After a few minutes, Cullen entered the illusion once again, armed with a bag of small shovels, gunpowder, and siege hammers, and the grave determination of dying if he could not succeed.

Outside the door, Charles watched as the number on his badge grew rapidly a