Benjamin woke up from another "Brain Overload." His vision was blurry, his pillow soaked with cold sweat.
It was 11:30 — almost time for school.
He stared at the glowing runes inked on his arm.
Still intact.
He let out a shaky sigh of relief.
He moved downstairs like a zombie and started making lunch. His hands looked calm… but inside?
**Benjamin (thoughts):**
*FUCK. FUCK IT'S THE DAY OF THE INVASION. CAN WE SURVIVE? FUCK—*
*…Wait. Should I confess to Laura?*
*It's the world-ending event… I should have no regrets.*
A single tear dropped into his coffee as he took a sip, hand trembling. His mind flipped through daydreams of the normal life he wanted… and the possibly final boss fight he was walking into.
By 12:00 he had showered, eaten, then checked his runes again. He grabbed his pen and tried modifying the formation — and to his shock, it actually changed.
Mid-tier → Low high-tier.
**Benjamin:** *"HAHAHAHAH I'M INVINCIBLE AGAIN!!"*
He shoved on his uniform and walked out the door with the confidence of someone heading straight toward his own doom.
**Benjamin:** "Hahh… world-ending event is here and I'm walking TOWARDS it," he muttered.
He approached the school gates—and finally spotted Ivan and Clard.
**Benjamin:** "CLARD! IVAN! WHY DIDN'T I SEE YOU ON THE ROAD?!"
A hand smacked the back of his head.
Laura.
Still covering her ears from his shout.
**Laura:** "Don't shout so loudly… your voice hurts."
Her puffed cheeks were almost cute.
**Benjamin:** "S-sorry Laura…"
He bowed, then jogged to the "two idiots."
Clard was posing like a bodybuilder, flexing for confused students.
Ivan… looked jacked.
**Benjamin:** "Bro… since when did you turn into a gym monster?"
**Ivan:** "Ah—uh—yeah man. I've been… training."
He tugged nervously at the very obviously fake muscle suit.
**Clard:** "Observe mortals! BEHOLD PERFECTION!"
He struck another pose.
Zero students cared.
Benjamin opened his mouth to roast them—but something in the sky froze him.
A shadow.
Floating.
Watching.
At first he thought it was a drone. A bird. A plane.
No.
It was shaped like… them.
The three finally noticed, and the shadow shifted—copying Clard's form, but with inverted colors.
**Benjamin, Ivan & Clard (in perfect sync):**
"Who the fuck are you?"
The inverted-Clard smiled.
**Sil'Varion:**
"I am Sil'Varion, the Mirror Shade.
Bearer of the Sin Envy.
The general, Madam Veridan has sent."
His voice warped between male and female, echoing with a murderous aura.
A second shadow appeared behind him—
Laura.
Walking right into danger.
**Laura:** "Clard? What are you even wearing today?"
She tilted her head, completely clueless.
Sil'Varion's arm twisted into a blade.
He raised it toward her throat.
**End of Chapter 13**