1 Chapter : Marcus Phase

Chapter 1: Marcus Phase

Hi, I'm Marcus Phase, an orphan since birth. Haha. Lately, or rather, throughout my entire life, I have been experiencing extraordinary things that most kids my age wouldn't encounter.

Have you ever fought a flying woman with snakes for hair? Or seen a one-eyed monster chasing you? Perhaps you've never encountered a giant monster with three heads?

I'm assuming the answer is no. But as for me, I have been experiencing these things my whole life. In fact, I've been battling them since I was born, and I'm only 13 years old.

Now, you might be thinking, "Marcus, that's ridiculous! Flying monsters with snake hair aren't real. Neither are one-eyed giants, three-headed monsters, or even the Queen of England."

Let me tell you something... Well, excuse my language, but shut up bitch because I've witnessed them with my own eyes and fought for my life against them!

Okay, I apologize for the vulgar language, but I'm not exaggerating when I say that I've fought these creatures.

"—And so that is how the three hundred Spartans managed to fight off the Persian troops."

Currently, I'm stuck in history class, possibly the most existentially boring subject ever. You might wonder, "Hey Marcus, if you're constantly fighting monsters, why are you still in class learning history?" Well, I don't know either. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Sit in the orphanage and laze around on the couch all day? Okay, maybe that sounds appealing, but I'm trying to be a productive orphan here, you know?

As I was lost in my thoughts, contemplating the peculiarities of my strange life, someone knocked on the classroom door, thankfully interrupting our teacher's tedious monologue.

My teacher looked at the person who knocked, clearly displeased that his precious history class was being disrupted, and asked, "Excuse me, is there something you need?"

The person who interrupted our boring class poked his head through the door and said, "Um, I'm currently looking for Marcus Phase. Is there a Marcus Phase here?"

Inwardly, I thought, 'What the hell do you want?' But I couldn't say that out loud, or I'd end up with detention for bad behavior.

"Um, I'm Marcus," I stood up and approached the visitor.

His eyes lit up, and he said to me, "Oh, there you are! The principal wants to meet you in his office."

Damn it! Why would that old fart want to see me? I haven't caused any trouble in the last three weeks! Well, except for that incident with the cafeteria spoon, but I'm pretty sure there were no witnesses.

The rest of the class looked at me and simultaneously exclaimed, "Ohhh, Marcus is in trouble!" They teased me.

'Damn brats! Shut up! Wait, I'm a brat too.'

The teacher glanced at me disapprovingly, as if I had caused trouble, and sighed. "Sigh, be back before the class is over," he said, then returned to his mindless mumbling.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked the man who had come for me. He chuckled in response.

"Haha, I don't know, kid. I'm just the messenger," he replied.

Okay, weird choice of words. Was he some kind of mailman or something? But I didn't say that to him; instead, I nodded and followed along.

Once we arrived at the principal's office, he knocked three times, and the door magically opened.

'I've got a bad feeling about this.'

As we walked towards the principal's office, my gut told me that something ominous was about to happen. I braced myself, knowing that the whole world might turn its back on me, but my gut never failed me. It had saved me countless times before.

"Hey there, young Marcus! Take a seat!" The principal greeted me cheerfully, like a jolly old man.

I sat down on the comfortable couch and waited for the principal to speak, but he remained silent.

There was a deafening silence among the three of us in the room. Sensing the tension, I decided to break the ice and asked why I was summoned.

"Am I in trouble?"

The principal looked at me and said with a jolly tone, "Of course you're not in trouble."

Now, I was sure I was in trouble. This is exactly what Mr. Blue would say when I had done something wrong.

Mr. Blue is the owner of the orphanage I live in, and she's usually the one who cleans up after my misadventures.

Once again, an awkward silence settled over us.

"Marcus, when will you stop pretending?" the principal suddenly said.

What the hell was this old fogey talking about?

Wait, did he figure out what I did in the cafeteria?

Oh, fuck!

"Okay, I admit what I did was wrong. Replacing the metal spoon with a flimsy plastic one is worthy of detention," I confessed. There was no way out of this trouble now.

"What the hell are you talking about, you brat? Stop pretending, or I'll eat your flesh!" The old man stood up from his seat and yelled at me.

"What the fuck!?" I blurted out subconsciously. I mean, who wouldn't curse if their principal suddenly said that to them?

"I can smell your scent, young demi-god! Stop acting, or I'll fucking mutilate you!" Suddenly, my jolly old principal started transforming. His body bulged and enlarged, fur sprouted from his skin, and he crouched down as his limbs transformed into feline ones. His ugly face twisted and turned into a lion's head with a glorious mane swaying in the wind. Then a snake emerged from behind, becoming his tail. Finally, to complete his transformation, a goat head emerged from his body.

Sssssssssss!

The monster roared, bellowed, and hissed simultaneously with its three heads.

"What kind of abomination are you?" I shouted, to which the man who had brought me here replied, "He's a chimera, and I'm a manticore!" The same transformation process occurred to him. His body enlarged, transforming into another hairy creature. The only difference was that instead of a lion's head and a cool snake tail like the principal, the man—or rather, monster—had a human face and a spiky tail.

"Pfffftttt!" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Puahahahahaha!"

"Dude, you are so lame!" I unknowingly insulted the monster, and it growled at me. But with that human head, it became even more amusing than intimidating.

"How dare a young fledgling demi-god insult me!" The lame-ass manticore lunged at me with its massive body, destroying the floor beneath it.

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