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Succubi Chapter 11. Anomaly
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 18:39:19 +0000 UTCSuccubi Chapter 11. Anomaly
"So," he said, finishing the last of his meal, "you got anything you need to do today?"
I sighed, setting down my fork. "Yeah. I need to talk to the staff about my system."
Leon frowned. "Your system?"
"Yeah." I scratched my head. "It’s been acting weird."
His expression immediately turned suspicious. "Define ‘weird.’"
I hesitated for a second. Telling him about the Demon Sovereign glitch was… probably not a great idea.
So I just kept it vague.
"Some kind of error," I said. "It flickered and showed something strange earlier. I don’t even know if it was a bug or something else."
Leon squinted at me. "You’re not about to die, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "Dude, my system didn’t say ‘Critical Condition’ or anything. Relax."
He was not relaxing.
"If your system explodes or something, I'll get your room," he muttered, stuffing the last bite of food in his mouth.
Evelyn, who had been calmly listening the whole time, tilted her head slightly. "Do you want me to come with you?"
I shook my head. "Nah, I got it."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "Bro, I don’t even live in your dorm."
I smirked. "Exactly."
Evelyn let out a soft chuckle.
Leon grumbled something about my disrespect as I grabbed my tray and stood up.
"Alright, I’ll catch you guys later," I said.
Then, with a final nod, I made my way back toward the scanning room.
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The scanning room was as sleek and high-tech as ever.
Rows of advanced terminals, glowing holographic displays, and staff members monitoring the student classifications.
I walked up to the counter, catching the attention of a middle-aged staff member in a sharp uniform.
"Can I help you?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.
"Yeah," I said. "I think my system’s acting weird. Can you check it?"
The staff member raised an eyebrow. "Weird how?"
"It glitched earlier," I explained, "showing something strange before refreshing back to normal."
He frowned. "Let me take a look."
He gestured toward one of the scanning pods.
I stepped in, feeling the familiar hum of energy as the system activated.
The screen in front of me flickered to life.
[Scanning System…]
[Status: Normal]
[No Errors Detected.]
I blinked.
The staff member tapped his screen, double-checking the results.
"Hmm," he muttered. "Your system looks completely fine."
I frowned. "Are you sure? Because I’m telling you, something was off earlier."
He scratched his head, clearly just as confused as I was.
"From what I can see," he said slowly, "everything is working normally. No errors. No system failures. Nothing unusual."
I stared at the screen.
No errors?
That didn’t make sense.
Then why did my system freak out earlier?
Before I could ask anything else, the door behind us opened.
A girl walked in, carrying a clipboard.
She had long silver-blue hair, falling down in soft waves.
Her eyes were half-lidded, as if she had just woken up from the world’s longest nap.
Her entire aura screamed ‘I don’t want to be here.’
The staff member looked up. "Ah, Seraphina! Perfect timing."
The girl blinked slowly, like she was still processing her existence.
"…For what?" she asked, voice calm but completely uninterested.
"We’re running a system check on this student," the staff member explained, gesturing toward me. "His system glitched earlier, but we’re not detecting any errors. Can you help us, Sera?"
Seraphina—or Sera, as I assumed people called her—tilted her head slightly, finally looking at me.
Then, in the most bored voice possible.
"Oh. You’re the anomaly."
I froze.
The staff member blanched. "Seraphina!"
She yawned, rubbing her eye lazily. "What? It’s true."
I narrowed my eyes. "Excuse me?"
She turned her full attention to me, scanning me up and down.
Then, she walked over, tapping a few buttons on the scanning console.
"Alright, get in again," she muttered.
I stepped back into the scanning pod, and once again, the system flickered to life.
Sera barely even looked at the screen.
She just leaned on the counter, resting her chin in her hand.
Then, after a few seconds, she spoke. "Yep," she said. "Nothing’s wrong with your system."
I frowned. "Then why did it glitch earlier?"
Sera yawned. "Because you’re an anomaly."
I crossed my arms. "Can you stop saying that like it explains anything?"
She let out a slow sigh, like this entire conversation was exhausting her.
"Anomalies are students who have no clear classification," she explained. "Meaning, you’re talented in all areas."
I blinked.
“Wait. What?”
Sera continued, "It’s rare, but it happens. Some people excel in one area, and some people… fit into every single one. You’re one of them."
I processed that for a second. "So you’re saying…" I hesitated. "I don’t fit into any House because I fit into all of them?"
She nodded lazily. "Yep."
The staff member beside her still looked partially stunned.
"That does explain why the system struggled to classify you," he muttered, rubbing his chin.
I, on the other hand, was still wrapping my head around this.
"So what does that mean for me?" I asked.
Sera shrugged. "It means you can pick any House you want."
I blinked. "Any?"
She nodded. "Any."
Then, stretching her arms, she added, "Or, if you don’t choose, the Academy will decide for you."
I exhaled.
Holy shit.
This explained a lot.
No wonder my system couldn’t assign me a class.
It wasn’t because I was bugged—it was because I was compatible with everything.
I leaned back, processing this information. Then, with a slow, uncertain breath, I muttered, "Well. That’s… interesting."
Sera smirked slightly, her expression finally showing the faintest trace of amusement.
"Well?" she asked, tilting her head. "Gonna pick a House now or let the Academy decide for you?"
I frowned. "I dunno. This is a lot to drop on me in one conversation."
She yawned. "Fair."
I glanced at the staff member, who still looked mildly stunned. "This kind of thing happens often?"
He shook his head quickly. "No. This is… extremely rare. Maybe one or two students per generation are anomalies. It’s almost unheard of."
Sera smirked. "Yeah, so congrats, I guess. You’re officially a statistical error."
I narrowed my eyes. "Gee, thanks."
She grinned slightly, not even bothering to hide her amusement.
The staff member sighed. "If you need time to think about it, that’s fine. You don’t have to decide right away."
I nodded. "Yeah. I’ll—"
Before I could finish, my phone buzzed.
I pulled it out. Leon.
Leon: Are you finished yet?
Leon: if u died I'm taking ur room
I sighed, rubbing my temples. I texted back quickly.
Evan: Still in the scanning room. System’s fine. Long story.
Leon: So ur alive?
Evan: Yeah.
Leon: Damn
I shook my head and shoved my phone back into my pocket.
Sera, who had totally been reading over my shoulder, smirked.
"Your friend seems fun," she mused.
I sighed. "Yeah, if your definition of fun includes chronic bullying."
She chuckled, then pushed herself off the counter.
"Anyway," she said, stretching her arms again, "I gotta go back to… whatever I was doing before this."
I raised an eyebrow. "And what was that, exactly?"
She blinked slowly. Then, in the most monotone voice possible, she answered me. "Sleeping."
I stared.
She stared back.
The staff member sighed. "Sera, you were supposed to be delivering reports."
She yawned. "Yeah, and I did. Now I’m gonna sleep."
I blinked again.
Then, in a completely serious tone, I said, "You might be my hero."
Sera grinned slightly. "I get that a lot."
The staff member pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just go, already."
She waved lazily. "See you around, Anomaly."
Then, just like that, she walked out of the room.
I watched her disappear down the hallway, her entire energy screaming ‘I’m going back to bed and you can’t stop me.’
I sighed, turning back to the staff. "That was… an experience."
The staff nodded tiredly. "You have no idea."
I exhaled, still trying to process everything.
Anomaly.
Compatible with every House.
Able to choose any path I wanted.
‘House of Valor for sure… ‘ I thought.
It made the most sense, right? Warriors, knights, people who fought head-on, bold and powerful. That was my vibe.
But then… Ares' smug-ass face flashed through my mind. I cringed so hard that I nearly pulled a muscle.
‘Yeah. No. Screw that.’
If I picked House of Valor, I’d be stuck seeing his face every single day.
That meant the same dorm events. The same classes. The same battle assignments.
The same dramatic knight-wannabe breathing in my direction for the rest of my Academy years.
‘Hell no!’
"Maybe House of Arcana then…" I muttered to myself. Mages. Powerful, intelligent, magic users. That was a solid choice.
I already had Arcane Burst in my skill set. Maybe I could develop it further, go full battle-mage mode.
Yeah. That didn’t sound too bad.
But before I could make up my mind, the staff in front of me cleared his throat.
"Ahem. If you’re still unsure," he said, "might I suggest the House of Saints?"
I blinked. Then I blinked again. "…What?"
The staff nodded, looking at me like he genuinely thought it was a good idea. "The House of Saints might suit you."
I snorted.
Yeah. Okay.
I needed a moment to process that.
Because what the actual hell?
"You're kidding, right?" I asked, half-laughing.
He shook his head, completely serious.
I stared at him. "You actually think I should be in the House of Saints?"
The man nodded again. "Only a few students qualify for that House. It’s one of the most respected, yet rarest classifications in the Academy. It would open many doors for you—"
I held up a hand. "Okay, pause. Let’s just take a second here. Me? A Saint?" I pointed to my face. "Do I look like a saint to you?"
The staff frowned slightly. "It’s not about appearance, young man."
"No, no," I continued, genuinely trying not to burst out laughing. "Do I give off a holy, gentle, selfless healer vibe?"
I waited.
The man didn’t answer.
Which, honestly? That answered everything.
I sighed dramatically. "Look, I know healers can technically fight, but let’s be real. Their whole image is ‘peaceful, gentle, doesn’t want to stand out too much.’ They’re kind, self-sacrificing, and helpful." I leaned forward. "And let me tell you something, sir—" I jabbed a thumb at myself. "I am none of those things."
The staff looked mildly cringed.
"My patience is thinner than a single sheet of tissue paper," I continued. "I want the spotlight. Not for bad reasons, but because I want to prove I’m strong. I didn’t come to this Academy to be some background support healer." I cracked my knuckles. "I came here to prove that I could be something."
No. Not just something.
I came here to prove that I could be the strongest.
Fame? Recognition? Power?
Yeah, I wanted that.
I knew I was ambitious.
And House of Saints?
Yeah. Definitely not my type.
The staff sighed, looking like he was already regretting this conversation. "I see," he muttered.
I leaned back, crossing my arms. "Yeah, I bet you do."
He massaged his temples, like dealing with me was draining his lifespan. "Then, I assume the House of Valor or Arcana would be your next choices?"
I nodded. "Probably."
"But not House of Valor," I quickly added.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Ares exists," I said simply.
The staff stared at me for a second before nodding in complete understanding. "How about House of Titans?" he suggested.
I blinked. Then, without thinking, I cringed. I mean, House of Titans wasn’t a bad idea. They had the brutes, the martial artists, the tanks. The kind of people who could punch through walls, take a thousand hits, and still keep going. And to be fair, I didn’t mind that role.
But…
I sighed, shaking my head. "Okay, yeah, I could be a good tank type. But if we’re ranking my options, that was literally at the bottom of my list."
The staff raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Do you remember," I said, "when I just told you that self-sacrifice isn’t my thing?"
The man nodded slowly.
"Well," I continued, leaning forward, "The tanks stand in the front, they take the hits, they sacrifice themselves so others don’t die."
I waved a hand. "And that’s great. Good for them. But me? No thanks."
The staff exhaled sharply. "You make it sound worse than it is."
I grinned. "I mean, tell me I’m wrong."
The man hesitated.
Which meant I wasn’t wrong.
I leaned back, smugging.
"Look, I respect tanks," I continued, "but I’m not about that life. I want to fight. But I also want options."
"Options?" he repeated.
"Yeah," I said, gesturing vaguely. "Tanks have one job—take damage and don’t die. I get that. I respect that. But I want to be flexible. If I’m in a battle, I don’t want to just stand there taking hits—I want to move. I want to attack. I want to control the fight. DPS."
The staff rubbed his temples, looking exhausted. "So House of Arcana?"
I nodded immediately.
"Arcana it is, then," he muttered, writing it down.
Finally, a decision was made.
