Two days later, so early in the morning with the fog still present, the faint sound of Godfrey’s white sneakers hitting the smooth concrete floor echoed across the racing tracks of the massive school field.
He jogged in a gray hood and pants, the rhythm of his steps steady, though the sound didn’t quite reach his ears, he had bought a pair of earbuds.
White ones!
Previously, he wasn’t much of a music fan, but now it felt good, strangely good. As though the lyrics poured strength into him, he felt as if he was floating, his body moving in sync with the rhythm.
Of course, his favorite musician was Shooting Star, Isolde’s favorite as well. He panted softly, exhaustion biting at his lungs. Jogging from 3 a.m. until almost five around such a large field was grueling, but he just wanted to push through the remaining three days.
Had Isolde texted him, he would have been calm. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t even gone online since then. Not knowing anything about her was killing him.
Panting heavily, Godfrey finally sat on a bench, leaning back and exhaling sharply. He noticed someone in a black hood sitting on another bench about two meters away.
He looked away, not realizing that person was actually Janet. She lowered her head, making sure her hood covered her face. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the black tablet in her lap.
This was the Gauge Device.
Janet had checked Isaac a day prior, after school closing time, and discovered he had a 5.4 summon with the potential of 7.5, the same potential the elites of Nexus Club possessed.
It was stunning. Not only did it mean Isaac was the most talented freshman, but also that in two years, he might rise to become Manhattan’s King.
Janet had already made a mental note to get close to him. After all, she had never mocked or fought him before, which gave her an advantage.
But that was only sweet gossip for the gang. What would truly be a delicacy was uncovering Godfrey’s secret.
"I’ll see what you’re hiding," she whispered, pushing up the large, round glasses she wore to enhance her disguise, before sneaking a glance at him.
For a second, she froze at his expression. He was staring into the dark sky, his chest rising and falling as he exhaled, his slightly damp golden hair sticking to his forehead and almost hiding his eyes.
Her heart slammed harder than usual. But before she could process it, the tablet beeped sharply twice.
Janet’s head snapped down, and in less than a second, her face drained of color. She stared at the deep black alert with crimson numbers glowing on the screen.
[Summon Tier: 12.1]
[Summon Potential: Beyond Classification.]
Her heart shook violently. She clasped both hands over her mouth to stop the scream threatening to burst out. Slowly, almost fearfully, she tilted her eyes upward, only to find Godfrey staring directly at her.
Her body grew weak, trembling as her eyes widened in absolute shock.
’J... Just what are you?!’
This meant Godfrey had been pretending all along. Such overwhelming talent meant he could very well be the greatest summoner Manhattan had ever seen.
Wait, did this mean that beyond being a dual summoner, he had to be a Tri Summoner? His main summon, the monster with such an outrageous tier, had to be hiding within his soul space.
A Tri Summoner... weren’t those only myths? Yet Godfrey might be both: a king-tier summoner and a Tri Summoner. Just what kind of existence was she sitting beside?
He was truly the Shadow King. He had been toying with Manhattan from the very beginning. There was no competition for him here. With such a summon, he might as well already be sitting alongside the strongest summoners in the world.
’Does he know I’ve figured it out?’ Janet trembled like a frail leaf in the wind as Godfrey suddenly squinted at her.
"Is there a problem?" he asked with a slight frown.
Janet shook her head furiously and bolted to her feet. ’He doesn’t know... he doesn’t know...’ she screamed in her mind as she fled, still squirming with the irrational terror that Godfrey might suddenly appear behind her and take her head.
Godfrey raised an eyebrow. ’What in the world is wrong with her? Do I smell?’ He gave himself a quick sniff, relieved to find nothing wrong. With a sigh, he stood, deciding then and there to skip class.
It was time to continue his search for Green Gate dungeons. This time he would take Isaac. Real battles would sharpen Isaac’s instincts and make him stronger.
His fight with Dale had taught him that sometimes, someone needed to have your back, especially in situations where his summons were restricted from making an appearance.
***
Hours later, as students went through the building to their classes, Janet leaned against a staircase wall, facing Lucy and another freshman, the one who never seemed to stop chewing gum.
"So?" the gum girl asked, eyes gleaming hungrily. "I saw your text. What did you find out about those two?"
Lucy folded her arms, equally eager.
"Isaac has enough talent to become Manhattan’s King once he becomes a junior. So you’d better stay off his path, or at best, befriend him."

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