There was no way he could show it.0

—Show us! Show us!0

Connor Lint felt like biting his tongue and ending it all as he listened to the crowd’s chants. 0

‘Why did I get myself into this mess?!’ he thought.0

The host, unaware of the true nature of Connor’s supernatural power and believing that it was something impressive, was urging him on. The audience was excited, eager to see the Royal Class student demonstrate his teleportation ability.0

If he suddenly teleported in just his underwear, the cross-dressing contest could turn into chaos at worst, or at best, he would become a laughingstock. 0

He knew he had to explain that his ability had a significant flaw and so he couldn’t demonstrate it. He was already embarrassed enough standing in front of everyone like this; he didn’t want to add to his humiliation.0

People wanted to see a slick teleportation show, but what they would actually see was a nearly-naked pervert disappearing and appearing in a different place, which would be a very dangerous image!0

He had to say it. But…0

—Show us! Show us!0

Connor Lint looked at the people shouting at him, at all the eyes that were fixed on him. Despite his current state, he saw the way they looked at him. They were looks of admiration.0

He had never been the recipient of such looks before.0

The subtle jealousy, envy, and admiration that came with being a Royal Class student—Connor had never experienced it.0

Within the Royal Class, his ability had long been branded as useless.0

—Wow! That’s amazing!0

—Soon you’ll be able to teleport with your shirt too, right?0

—C-Congratulations, Lint…0

When...0