Of the Guiltythree stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is Shadow Slave. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 362 Breakfast lnvitation. Let's read the author's Shadow Slave Guiltythree story right here.
Chapter 362 Breakfast lnvitation
The initial series of tests, the interview with the government specialists, the somber conversation with Cassie, and the hours Sunny had spent pondering about his past, present, and future took up almost an entire day. A new dawn was already bathing the world in soft sunlight, which Sunny knew because one of the walls in his underground room was made into a false window, with a vista of one of the parks in the Academy being projected onto it from a remote camera.
He was experiencing mild mental fatigue, but was not sleepy at all, at least not yet. Truly, the physique of an Awakened was much more resilient than that of a mundane human.
There were still a few things he had to do. In all the turmoil of the past twenty-four hours, he had not gotten a chance to take a proper look at his Memories, for example…
Sunny was about to summon the runes when, suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He flinched.
'...What? Who can it be?'
For a moment, a mental picture of Effie and Kai appeared in his mind, but then he dismissed it. The two of them must have been as busy after their Awakening as he was. Much more, most likely, considering that they probably had friends and families to deal with, too, on top of everything else. With them being in different facilities, coming to the Academy just to pay him a visit was not a likely scenario.
Certainly not that soon.
Hiding one of the shadows on his body to appear like a normal person, Sunny walked to the door and opened it.
Standing there was a striking, confident woman in her late twenties.
Immediately, it seemed as though the temperature inside of the room dropped by a couple of degrees.
She had short, raven-black hair and icy blue eyes. Her flawless skin was smooth, supple and as white as snow. The woman was dressed in a dark blue uniform with silver epaulets and black leather boots. The jacket of the uniform was casually unbuttoned, revealing a tanktop that was currently drawn taut against her full…
'Crap!'
"...What are you staring at, Awakened Sunless?"
Sunny looked up with wide eyes.
"Master Jet! I was just… uh… appreciating your fashion sense."
Indeed, it was Soul Reaper Jet — the Ascended who worked for the government and had welcomed him back to the real world after the First Nightmare.
Sunny had sometimes thought about this beautiful woman during his journey into the Dream Realm. Not only because the three pieces of advice Master Jet had given him ended up saving his life on multiple occasions, but also because she was from the outskirts, just like him.
Knowing that someone as unfortunate as that had managed to not only survive, but even thrive in the ruthless reality of the Nightmare Spell had given fuel to his determination, as well as providing vital perspective.
…But what was she doing at his door?
Sunny studied Master Jet, suddenly full of doubt.
She looked exactly as she had a year ago, the only difference being that her uniform had more wrinkles, and there were now dark circles under her eyes.
As he watched, she grinned.
"My fashion sense? Why, thank you! If you want, I can introduce you to my tailors. You will have to sign a few thick contracts to receive a comfy suit such as this, though."
Sunny forced out a smile.
"Ah, I see. Those tailors are slightly out of my price range, I'm afraid. But thanks for the offer."
After a short pause, he cautiously asked:
"Uhm, Master Jet? It is very nice to see you again, but… to what do I owe the pleasure? I am sure that you are too busy to visit every random returnee."
She looked at him for a couple of seconds, then suddenly yawned and shook her head to chase away sleepiness. New novel chapters are published on Freewebnᴏvel.cᴏm.
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