The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: 197 | Warm Honey-Blonde and Dark Grey Eyes

"Maribelle Kennedy." The friend extended her hand with the easy confidence of someone who’d been trained in proper social greetings since childhood. Her handshake was firm but not aggressive, her grip lasting exactly the right amount of time before releasing. "Room 303. And this disaster zone is Nyx Calloway. Room 304."

"I’m not a disaster zone."

"You literally just fell over while sitting down."

"The table was in a weird position."

"The table hasn’t moved in the six hours we’ve been here."

Nyx made a noise of pure frustration and crossed her arms over her chest, which did interesting things to her figure that I noticed without commenting on. She was pretty in an understated way, dark hair cut in a bob that framed a face that was more interesting than classically beautiful. Sharp cheekbones. A nose that was slightly too pointed. Eyes that were a deep grey, almost black, with an intensity that suggested she spent a lot of time thinking about things and not enough time talking about them.

Her outfit was practical rather than fashionable. Dark jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, combat boots that looked like they’d actually seen combat. Everything about her presentation said she cared more about function than appearance, which made the cute underwear feel like a secret contradiction.

Maribelle was the opposite. Warm honey-blonde hair that fell past her shoulders in waves that looked effortless and probably required forty-five minutes of styling. Bright green eyes that seemed to find everything amusing. A sundress in pale yellow that showed off tanned shoulders and a figure that curved in all the places society had decided curves should be.

She was the kind of girl who walked into rooms and immediately became the center of attention. The kind of girl who knew she was beautiful and had long ago decided to treat that knowledge as a tool rather than a burden.

The kind of girl who was going to be very difficult to impress.

"Lukas." Maribelle tilted her head, considering the name like she was trying to place it. "You’re in Combat track?"

"1-B. Same as you, presumably."

"Presumably." Her smile widened slightly. "What’s your Aspect?"

The question landed with the weight of everything it implied. What are you capable of. Where do you rank. Are you worth my time.

"Phantom Touch. Telekinetic projection."

Maribelle’s expression didn’t change, but something shifted behind her eyes. A recalibration. I’d given her information and she was processing it against whatever database of students she’d already compiled.

"Kinetic manipulation." She nodded like this confirmed something. "Useful for crowd control. Limited offensive applications unless you’ve developed it significantly beyond baseline."

"That’s the assessment."

"It’s not wrong."

No, it wasn’t. The assessment was exactly what my forged registration said I was capable of. Mid-tier Channeler. Moderate range. Limited force output. The kind of Aspect that could get you into Halloran but wouldn’t get you into the top ten of your class.

The kind of Aspect that explained absolutely nothing about the triple-digit attributes currently running through my system.

〘 Nyx Calloway has demonstrated above-average observational capability. She has identified discrepancies in the Host’s presentation that warrant closer attention. This may satisfy the rivalry or threat condition if properly cultivated. 〙

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