Streetlights flickered weakly beneath bomb-resistant glass panels like fireflies trampled by divine feet. Qin Siyang's school shoes stepped across patches of light and shadow until his toe suddenly splashed through a puddle—a mirror left by last night's rain, reflecting the brightest building at the safe zone's edge.
Ivory Tower of the Slums
Twelve-meter-tall halogen lamp arrays pierced through the morning mist, heating the titanium plaque engraved with "Ju'an School" to a scorching glow. This was the only facility within a twenty-kilometer radius daring to maintain round-the-clock electricity. Even internet café owners sometimes timed their lights with stopwatches to save power.
Qin Siyang's eyes burned with afterimages from the harsh light. Squinting, he counted the classroom windows: though the safe zone remained backward, the school building stood like a castle amid ruins. The Coalition Government prioritized education, knowing it essential to confront deities. Their decree echoed clearly—every child deserved equal schooling, for any might grow to become humanity's hero.
Creature of the Corner
Morning self-study ran from 8:00 to 8:15. Freshly awakened to his Sequence, he had risen early. Even after lingering at the internet café and grabbing cafeteria food, he arrived too soon. Rusted iron chairs creaked at the classroom's rear.
When Qin Siyang squeezed into the chalk-dusted corner, the girl at the front desk immediately scooted half a meter forward. The ink-stained hollow in his desk perfectly cradled the rock-hard bread from the cafeteria.
Rustle—
Classmates flipped open textbooks to review lessons. Qin Siyang rested his cheek on one hand, staring through the window at deities flickering past the safe zone's border. Could he defeat them? What flavor might a deity carry?