Chapter 60: The protagonist??

Inside a dark, dimly lit chamber stood a grand throne. Seated upon it was a shadowy figure—the high-ranking cultist known as Number 01. He rested his chin on his knuckles, his gaze fixed on a long table lined with glowing communication orbs.

"The mission was a failure. Every target examinee was saved, and our infiltration forces have been completely wiped out," a seductive, feminine voice reported, echoing from one of the translucent spheres. "Initial intelligence reports emerging from the academy claim that a blurry, dark silhouettes intercepted our forces, slaughtered them, and vanished without a trace."

"Blurry silhouettes?" Number 01 questioned, his finger tapping a slow, rhythmic pattern against the armrest of his throne. "Did the academy have covert guardians stationed on the island beforehand? Or did they catch wind of our strike ahead of schedule?"