When the uncle compared the reaction speed of that mysterious man, he immediately realized that he belonged to the highest ranks of the organization. It wasn't just a guess—it was certainty, built from years of experience.
The organization was not simple. It was a complex entity, like a hidden state governed by strict laws, both internally and externally. It was divided into multiple layers:
the United, then the Mercenaries, followed by the Assassins, then the Geniuses and Programmers, the Politicians and Media figures, the Intervention Unit, the Elite, the Royal Guard, the Right and Left Hands, the Spiritualists, and then the Inner Court…
And at the very top of the hierarchy stood the Leader 🐺
That strict system was what gave it power—perfect coordination and unmatched efficiency.
A month passed.
In a quiet corner of the school, Jacob met him again.
But… something was different.
His body had changed.
His stance was stronger.
And his gaze… was no longer the same.
Jacob stepped closer, observing him carefully, then said in a sharp tone:
"Who are you?"
He paused for a moment, then added:
"I know you're not an ordinary person. You can't be just a teacher… You're like a wolf among sheep."
He fell silent briefly, then continued in a lower voice:
"You wear multiple masks… changing them depending on the situation."
The man smiled faintly—a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Then he said calmly:
"I respect your intelligence, Jacob… and I won't lie to you."
He took a step forward and looked at him directly:
"I know you're special… different from the others."
He paused, as if carefully choosing his words.
Then he added:
"But… you're not ready yet."