Secret Society: Raising Calamity Class Disciples

That's it folks! The end of volume one! This was my first time ever, writing a mystery. How was it? I hope you liked it. I know some of you might be disappointed that I did not introduce any disciples. But I think it was necessary to have a steady base.

Bu worry not! The first disciple is going to be introduced the next chapter!

Thank you for reading SecSy and staying with me. Stay tuned!

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Two hours passed since the Steamliner departed from Derbury station.

It was still a bit bright outside despite midnight because of the full moon. The trees, fields, bushes and sometimes a small house flashes past the window.

But Chrysa, the blonde detective tasked by David to look after the dangerous duo, had no time to enjoy the scenery outside.

Her eyes, along with her other senses, were always on Xavier and Eulene, making sure they did not make any wrong moves.

She was bored, painfully so.

After Xavier returned from the washroom, the duo barely spoke. But once they decided to play the classic Rock-Paper-Scissors game, Chrysa thought she would finally get some drama and entertainment.

Little did she know that she was in for a surprise.

As Xavier was handsome, Chrysa's mind was biased to internally support him.

The first round, the hatted Xavier won. She was elated.

The second round, the same results. Chrysa nodded. He was a pro it seemed.

The third round, Xavier won again. Chrysa was genuinely surprised. She had rarely ever seen such a smooth whitewash before.

But the duo continued the match. And soon, Xavier won his hundredth round, and they played a hundred.

Chrysa began to question everything. She was sure 'probability' did not work this way. Was he cheating somehow? Was the match fixed?

But her questions remained unanswered. After Xavier won his 420th victory, Chrysa lost all of his interest. Even though she secretly cheered for Xavier, it was no fun if she knew he was going to win every time.

And soon after, the records were 700-0-0.

Meanwhile, Xavier and Eulene landed on the last coach of the train. Eulene took off her mask and snapped her fingers. Her blue silk dress replaced the silver robe.

She turned to Xavier. "Take off your mask."

"Hmph!" The masked Xavier snorted, his mask devoid of any lights. "I don't want to."

"Your wish." Eulene shrugged. "After all, it's okay to be ashamed of such a hideous face. I understand you. If I had your face, I would have hidden it myself."

Xavier sighed. "People wears masks everyday. They show one face to strangers, other to their friends, another to their family, and they keep some for themselves. I have put on so many faces in life that I forgot who I really am. The only time when I am without a mask is when I am wearing one. And you are the only one to have ever witnessed it."

Eulene stayed silent.

Xavier held his mask, and pulled it off. The wild aura surrounding him disappeared in a moment. Xavier's silver eyes became visible and his black hair turned to their original silver.

"Forget everything you saw." Xavier took off his hat and dropped the mask inside before putting it back on.

"Heh!" Eulene snorted. "You wish!"

Xavier did not respond.

"How do we get in now?" Eulene asked, pointing at the coach their seats were in.

"Follow me," Xavier dashed forward.

Eulene complied and followed.

They stood above the coach next to their booked carriage. Eulene detected a dense forest with big trees approaching them. Eulene understood what his plans were.

She expanded her senses to see what their clones were doing. She frowned. Anger swelled in her mind.

"What have you done?!" She fumed at Xavier.

"What?" Xavier shrugged. "I couldn't have kept the clones idle, and they can't mimic our voices. Rock-Paper-Scissors is undoubtedly one of the superior solutions."

"How come you are winning every time?"

"Because I am the one who programmed them?"

Eulene clicked her tongue. "Just you wait."

Soon, the steamliner cruised into the dense forest. The silver light of the moon could not invade the leafy barrier held by the hundreds of trees. The entire scene became dark.

Takin the opportunity, Xavier and Eulene rushed to their cabin window. They tugged the clones outside the window, dropping them, before taking back their seats.

Xavier sent new electrical signals into them, giving them new orders. The clones released acids from their mouth, destroying their clothes and skin before crushing the beating hearts within them. After losing their human characteristics, they dug into the ground and expanded the roots that came out of their feet.

They were now independent.

Back at in the cabin, Xavier and Eulene looked at Chrysa, surprising her.

Eulene cracked her knuckles. "How many times did I lose?"

"Sev-"

Killing intent leaked out from Eulene.

Chrysa gulped and forced a smile. "Zero."

"Good." Eulene nodded. She then snapped her neck. "It's about time I get serious."

"Your wish." Xavier brought forth his hand.

Eulene brought forth hers. They stared into each other's eyes, trying to pierce through them.

Chrysa could feel the temperature drop.

How did a simple game that was defying the laws of probability became this intense?

Sending a signal through their minds, they started the round, their eyes still locked on one another.

Rock-Rock. Draw.

Once again, they let out their moves.

Paper-Paper. Draw.

Third round.

Paper-Paper. Draw.

Chrysa did not know how to feel. The game remained a game that defied the laws of probability.

A hundred rounds passed. A hundred draws. Three hundred rounds passed. Three hundred draws.

Chrysa, however, did not dare to show boredom anymore.

Despite the predictable results of the round, the atmosphere made it so that if the balance is tweaked by even a small margin, a war can start. This whole steamliner might blow up, killing her in the process.

With every draw, the atmosphere got even more intense and the temperature—colder.

But however cold it became, Chrysa's whole body was drenched worth sweat.

And finally, they the war came to a stop.

Chrysa relaxed.

They reached Aramon.