Chapter 32 - A Voice In My Head (2/2)

Simon rolled his eyes slowly to the spot where he stored his jackets.

'Like a demon?'

<I don't know. Just please be careful, I may not sound like it, but I do care about your wellbeing. Your story's more tragic than you think, kid.>

'Well thanks... Xander.'

Simon mechanically drew a grey coat from his closet and equipped it onto his body with relative ease. He had bought this coat with the money that he received from being a professor, which he of course carefully covered up so no one would find out what was going on. But then again, Simon knew he could always state that his alter-ego had provided him with the money as a means to train. Such a thing could be easily fabricated and proven by himself, just having him in the same room with his alter-ego would be impossible.

As such, Simon had browsed through the system store in the hope of finding a solution to remedy this great problem of his. This would culminate in Simon finding a very peculiar and useful item which looked as if it had been made specifically for him. What he found was none other than a cloning technique.

'To buy this, I need 10,000 currency. Dang, I've only stockpiled around a tenth of that. Isn't this much just too expensive? I could by a ton of pills with that much currency; enough for me to reach great rank. But then again...I can't, there's still a student or two that don't think of me as their teacher. I need to fulfil this goal before I consume any valuable stuff!'

However, Simon had other things to attend to. He had to meet with vice-principal Feng around midday, meaning that he wouldn't be able to do much. He obviously did plan on training today, but it turned out that he had woken up an hour and a half before the scheduled time.

'I hope he has something important to tell me. I really can't be bothered with some random chitchat right now. My mind aches.'

While boundless regeneration healed physical injuries and soothed fatigue, it did nothing for the mind; leaving Simon's mind in a groggy state after a hard day.

'Too much concentration, I need to relax a bit.'

<You have no time to rest, work harder.>

'Fine, I will work harder... by the way, do you alway have to watch me?'

<no... why do you ask?>

'You see, there comes a time where a mommy and daddy love each other very-'

<Oh please! I'd be glad if you could finally grow up, missing out on a show is worth it knowing that I could help.>

'Thanks for understanding, I find it very creepy knowing that I could be watched even in the toilet.'

<You'll get used to it.> Xander chuckled.

'Sure I will... it's totally not like I want privacy sometimes, and that you watching me actually makes me very anxious. That's totally not it!' Simon responded sarcastically.

<Fine, I'll just monitor your surroundings then. Can't have you being assassinated on my watch.>