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Chapter 1

The progress bar increased from 1% to 3%, but it didn't tell me anything about activation conditions.Hank Liston was just queuing up for another round as he cranked up the volume further, his curses and the game sounds quaking the entire room.Ben Singer was tossing and turning, while Zac Kimmich frowned, but neither of them complained.Still, Hank saw that and snorted. "What's that look for? I can't even celebrate my triumph, huh? If you're that upset, you can leave—don't stay here and ruin the mood."Ben finally poked his head out from his blanket. "Hank, I really need to sleep. The interview starts at nine, and it takes an hour to get there…""How is that my business?" Hank demanded, reclining against his chair. "You don't bother preparing during the day, and you now blame me for gaming? What's with that? Stop trying to blame your shortcomings on the rest of the room.""I'm not telling you to turn it off, but just quiet down a little…""Don't you start!" Hank snapped. "My bo

Chapter 2

Hank then grabbed his glass and smashed it against the bed frame, waking up everyone who was asleep."Playing dead?!" he snapped. "And who's oinking?! Give it up already!"Ben had heavy dark circles under his eyes. "Oink? We only heard you kick the bed post…""Shut up! It's so loud! Are you deaf?!""I just slept at five… What's wrong with you?""What's wrong with me?!" Hank hollered. "Someone is screwing with me, and I can't even ask a question now?! So you're trying to take it out on me after screwing up your interview?!"Zac was rubbing his brow when he turned to me. "I know you're upset about last night, Carl. Pranks are permissible, but is it that fun? I don't think so."My heart skipped a beat. "You heard oinks too?""No, but that doesn't mean it wasn't you.""What proof do you have?""It had better not be you, and what's with that reaction? I'm just being reasonable."Hank poked out his head right then. "No, it has to be that fool! He's always quiet like a corpse, but

Chapter 3

And when the class was over, Mr. Birch himself was waiting in the hallway, stopping me. "Hank was saying you were being noisy at night and refused to bring your roommates breakfast. I know you have good grades, Carl, but read the room.""That’s all just based on what he said?" I shot back."Zac said that you're behaving poorly too. That's two out of three roommates—I can’t just turn a blind eye."Zac, who was nearby, threw his hands up right then. "I didn't say that, sir. I just said that he was in a bad mood and inconsiderate, so the peace in the room was affected."I wheeled on him. "What do you mean inconsiderate?"Zac rolled his eyes. "Calm down, I'm defending you here. And Mr. Birch isn't scolding you—he's just giving advice.""Mr. Birch!"Hank quickly chimed as he arrived, "Carl is always bragging about his scholarship, telling us to obey him because he's the overachiever in the room! He would snap at us if we made a sound, and I asked him to help buy me breakfast, but he

Chapter 4

[Conditions fulfilled.]Hank, thinking that I gave in, smiled as he beckoned at the waiter for the check.-When we returned to the dorms, they locked me out.After I knocked, Hank asked from behind the door, "Who is it?""Open the door.""Can't hear you. Say 'forgive me, daddy' three times and loudly, so that the whole hallway can hear you."Zac laughed inside too. "Just play along, Carl. It's just a joke to clear the air. We just had a nice dinner, so don't make things awkward again.""It's freezing out here.""Then be quick with it. You're the one who will be freezing if you refuse—you don't get to blame anyone else."Hank then smacked the door. "Are you doing it or not?! If you refuse, you're sleeping outside! I just taught you manners, or did you already forget?!"I could feel my fingertips freezing up even as I said, "Forgive me, daddy.""Can't hear you.""Forgive me, daddy. Forgive me, daddy."Hank opened the door, laughing himself silly. "There you go! And here I

Chapter 5

Zac laughed out loud. "That really sounds like a pig! Amazing!""Oink! Oink, oink!" Hank was pointing at him, flustered.However, all he could manage was more piggish oinks.Grabbing the water on his desk, he chugged it and tried to talk again, but it was simply more oinks. Ben took off his earphones as he asked, "What happened?"Hank softened his tone as he replied, "I'm fine."He had barely finished when he pointed at the game screen and snapped, "Jungler, you oink oink! Do you even know how to oink play?! Oink!"His oinks were louder than the game, and I simply leaned against the bed post and watched him.He loved tormenting others with noise? Well, he couldn't even talk properly now.Grabbing his phone, he typed on the screen and showed it to Zac. [Stop laughing. There's something wrong with my throat—buy me some cough drops.]Zac finally stopped laughing. "Dry throat? Warm water will do. Where do we even get cough drops this late at night?"[Don't you have legs? Ther

Chapter 6

Pausing, Zac then added, "He's suffered enough, so quit being so petty. We're all roommates here—do you have a problem helping one of your roommates?"I lowered the volume as I retorted, "So you're saying it's all in the past?""Yes. The fight was yesterday, and that's in the past. Don't hold a grudge over a few heated words.""My wet shoes are still right beside my bed, the floor is still sticky with Coke, and I had to pay for everyone's food. And now, you're saying all that's in the past?""Or, what? Does it please you to see Hank suffer? You sure are cold, Carl. He may have done a couple of things that can rub someone the wrong way, but he can't even talk now. Can't you be the bigger man here?""Sure, but you can do it too—pay for everything and pamper him too. I'll leave everything to you.""Why me?" Zac growled, frowning. "I'm the peacemaker. I'm no errand boy.""Exactly. You love to solve problems.""Don't use my words against me! Everyone has a responsibility here! Don't

Chapter 7

Zac looked fine as he stood up. "I believe that tolerance is mandatory in collectivist societies, and that everyone should learn empathy oink."Someone in the back row laughed while Professor Smith turned sharply to him. "What was that?"Zac shook his head. "Sorry, my throat's acting up. I was saying, tolerance is mandatory in collectivist societies, and that everyone should learn empathy oink."This time, everyone heard it."Oink!""Oink!""Oink!"Even as his classmates quickly mimicked him, someone asked, "Trying to make a viral video now, Zac?"Zac's cheeks flushed beet red, but the more he tried to explain himself, the louder the oinks came out. "I'm not messing around! Stop laughing! That's disrespectful—oink!"Professor Smith shook his head. "Alright, that's enough. Just stop talking, or you'll affect the class."After Zac sat down, he turned to shoot me a vicious glare, but I didn't look at him or defend myself.The biggest worry that goody two-shoes would have wasn't

Chapter 8

Hank tried to throw the bun away, but his hands weren't obeying him—instead, he squeezed it so hard that it got squashed in his grip.Then, he chewed off the wrapper, stuffing the whole bun into his mouth."That's my breakfast tomorrow," Ben complained.Hank promptly shot back, "I'll pay you back, oink! It's just bread, oink!"As he oinked and spat pieces of bread out of his mouth, Ben had to dodge with a look of disgust.Hank then reached for my toilet paper, but he grabbed the whole bag as soon as he touched it.Then, he snatched the dishwashing fluid, snacks, and power banks too.Even as he did, he cried, "I'm not doing this! My hands are moving on their own!"I looked at him as I said quietly, "There's no such thing as ownership in this room. You created that rule."Hank glowered and tried to push the bag away, only for his hands to take everything back the next moment.It was greed so visible that no one would believe otherwise.-At ten o'clock, Hank was playing his g

Chapter 9

I shrugged. "I can't."[It must be you! I'm already giving you what you want! Know your f—oink!]He was oinking as soon as he started typing an expletive and certainly didn't look like he was begging.I raised a brow at him. "That's your apology?"Hank scowled as he cleared the screen and instead typed: [I'm sorry, okay?]I shook my head. "That won't do. An apology isn't a hex that immediately conjures forgiveness." [You want me to prostrate myself or something?!]"I don't care what you do," I replied. "Pipe down, don't steal, don't treat people like your slaves, and definitely don't play off insults as jokes. If you can't do much, then you can keep oinking."Hank glared at me for a long time, but he ultimately hid under his blanket.The dorm manager had since informed that he must change rooms, but everyone nearby refused to take him in, so he had to move down to the first floor.Before he left, he wanted to rant at me, only to start oinking.That promptly shut him up, and

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