Free Web NovelChapter 3: Fatso, Walls, and The Library
[White Flag]
Raymond could see a miniature white flag atop his head.
He tried blinking his eyes to see if it was only a mere illusion, only to realize that it wasn’t. freewēbnoveℓ.com
He took a closer look by walking towards the mirror and intently observing it.
’Huh. A system?’
Raymond tried calling out to the flag from his head by saying.
"White Flag?"
No response.
"System Open. System Activated. System On! An Extra’s System open now!"
His stern expression turned at ease.
If this were a system, then it’s pretty much useless.
Raymond decided to ignore it for now and thought that it would disappear a few minutes later, or it could take a day.
He didn’t know nor delve deeper into it as he had other matters to consider, which pertained to knowing more about the world and its history.
After all, he was up to date on the novel’s current content and inside of a trash book from his killer who made this.
’I have prior knowledge when it comes to the novel since the author has made a tedious and long explanation regarding its world, but I couldn’t just rely on it. First, I’m in the novel now. Second, I was on the latest Chapter and clearly had zero knowledge as to what was to come.’
Raymond understood the consequences of not gathering intel, as it could potentially disrupt the plans he was currently thinking in his head.
Hence, he decided to go to a place where everyone in the academy had free access to, with thousands of years of history that could have evolved around the world he was in.
He also had it on Earth.
’I guess the library is the first destination.’
He looked at himself in the mirror once more before sighing.
"Cillian Sparrow, huh. A befitting name for an extra. A cool extra. No, a very cool extra. Hmm, I guess I’ll be him."
Somehow, Raymond-no, Cillian felt like his wish had indirectly come true.
...
Dressing in a casual white linen shirt, brown pants, and leather shoes, Raymond, or now what he liked to call himself, Cillian, looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with a satisfied face.
Once he was out in the room, he would have to play the role of the extra to gather the information he needed peacefully.
Opening the dormitory door, Cillian stepped outside his room.
He looked left and right until he recollected the memories that this body had given to him. Of course, he was looking through the memory that contained the location of the library.
’This is the east wing, the dormitory for the students of the academy. I have to move out of this place. That would take fifteen minutes at most, but there’s another path I could use.’
Due to Cillian being a lackey to Fergus Viola, he had a certain passageway that he and Fred knew, which was given to them by Fergus.
This passageway can be used at certain times, and only a handful of people knew about it, probably a direct master from another family, or important figures of the academy.
He couldn’t care less.
’It will take five minutes. That saves me ten minutes of walking.’
For the first minute, Cillian leisurely walked two hallways until he landed in a dormitory room that had a number of [304]. He didn’t meet any students along the way since they had classes.
"This is Cillian. To the library."
With a knock, Cillian told his name and the place he wanted to move. He waited for a response, and it didn’t take too long before he received one.
"Cillian?"
"Yes, Phillip."
The one in charge in this room was no other than Phillip Wyke. Another lackey of Fergus.
"What are you doing here? Didn’t Fred tell us to lay low?"
Phillip expressed with a hoarse tone, indicating that he was afraid of any problems that might befall him if he didn’t follow the order.
"He did, but that didn’t mean it didn’t allow communication between us. Open the damn door and let me in. I had something to do in the library."
’This is really wasting my time...’
Cillian added inwardly with an annoyed sigh.
Soon, the knob of the room clinked before it was opened hesitantly, revealing a huge bastard inside the room.
He’s not huge-type muscular.
He’s just straight up... fat.
His skin was oily with sweat sliding through his face and hands, and his clothes appeared drenched, probably due to the same sweat and heat he was feeling.
It probably had something to do with his nervousness.
The same as Cillian, he didn’t attend his classes due to the orders to lay low.
However, that doesn’t mean they have to be absent, as Fred continued going to his classes after the incident that happened just a week ago, precisely four days ago.
Cillian slightly gazes at Phillip’s head.
[White Flag]
’He has a flag too... A white flag as well? So it really isn’t an illusion?’
"Come in."
Cillian set his thoughts aside and entered the room after being received by Phillip.
He walked around the place before he was led to another spare room by Phillip.
"Is there any reason you wanted to go to the library?"
"To read."
"To read?"
’Is there another point of the library than reading there?’
Cillian thought inwardly and waited.
Phillip didn’t ask any further and picked up a series of keys to his pocket before picking one key and inserting it into the knob’s keyhole
After opening it, he looked at Cillian and asked.
"With Fergus in the juvenile prison, he’s most likely not be able to return to this school. He might get transferred to another academy. Will that mean we have to disband soon? What’s Fred’s plan for this? He’s surely telling you something, right?"
The fatty carried his nervousness in his tone and the repeated action of wiping his sweat.
He had a lot of things to ask Cillian, who didn’t know what to say to them all.
Cillian merely gave a shrug and moved towards the entrance of the hidden door.
He only answered the things he could answer.
"I don’t know. Fred has been tight-lipped in the past few days. But it is most likely to happen."
Cillian paused and took a glance at Phillip.
"So either break the connection with the gang right now or find another group that you could ask for help. However, there are bound to be power struggles between the students since Fergus is gone. New factions might emerge in the student rankings."
Giving his answer to him and relying on the memories that Cillian had, he answered everything in the most logical way of how the situation would likely unfold.
It wasn’t hard enough to give details when there were already descriptions provided.
Cillian then entered the door that led to the underground staircase, leaving the frozen Phillip.
...
’The precious memories really came in handy with this... Though most of them are only academy related. Some are not even clear.’
The passageway was narrow as it used thick walls and concrete floors of the school premises.
This passageway led to different paths of the school, particularly to certain academy grounds such as the cafeteria, training ground, ground complex, recreation room, entertainment areas, and many more.
The doors that led to certain passageways have been manned by Fergus’ people since he manipulated these doors.
With enough resources and deals, he pulled off what is befitting for a young master of a famous family.
Before, he manipulated these passageways, but it’s going to be feasted on by those just below him.
Hence, as much as possible, Cillian will likely use it to his advantage until the time comes when he will not be able to use it.
"It’s good, I guess."
Even though it was narrow, Cillian didn’t feel claustrophobic on the tight paths.
First, it provided reinforced lights that are embedded in its thick walls, lessening the feeling. Second, some signs led to various locations that gave directions to the one taking this route.
Finally, after twisting and turning while refreshing the memories inside his head, Cillian met three staircases with a sign of [The Library] hanging on the wall.
Two of those staircases went upstairs, while the other was at the bottom.
Cillian knew that the different passageways led to different kinds of locations in the library.
But he knew he needed to start at the bottom in case he missed something important there, and the obvious choice he made was the staircase that led downwards.
After walking for half a minute, Cillian was met with another door before opening it with ease, resulting in another door, a few meters away from him, but in a room this time, a false room to be exact.
Walking through the door, Cesar knocked once and waited.
After a few seconds, in the middle of the door, something slid, revealing a pair of eyes before it was opened.
"Cillian."
"Vin."
After exchanging pleasantries, meeting a working student clerk of the library.
Seeing the same white flag atop Vin’s head, Cillian strolled outside of a library shelf.
After he was out, he glanced back once more and saw the shelf closed like how the door was opened.
With that, the clerk began reading a book in his hand before sitting on a chair near that particular bookshelf door.
Located on the first floor, Cillian observed around the library with slight awe and astonishment.
The library formed a circular position with rows and columns of bookshelves spread around, the thick smell of the books that contained information and history, and the silence it gave produced tranquility to the people who had the intention to read.
It was all in one place.
"Not bad."
After commenting on his take on the library, Cillian followed the path towards the [History] section of the library, as he didn’t have any recollection of the previous Cillian coming into the library since he didn’t need to do so.
He just used his observation and sense of direction to get himself to his destination. Finally, he made his way toward it.
But why would he go to the library?
Well, because Cillian, the previous owner of the body, didn’t even attend class.
Not even a single time throughout the school year.
Everything about his head is filled with malicious intent, doing dirty tasks, and absolute reverence towards Fergus.
That’s why Raymond, the now Cillian, will learn it himself. He already had prior knowledge about the world, but it wasn’t complete.
Cillian’s goal right now was to make it whole, at least on the surface.
"Now then..."
Leaving a smirk on his face, it almost brings back memories...though it was just hours ago.
He felt that he was back to being a professional hater, this time, only doing it through real books instead of web novels, and there was nothing to hate.
Picking up books he felt reading firsthand, Cillian flipped through the pages, his first book after being transmigrated as an extra of some mini villain’s lackey.
