Divinity: Against The Godly System

Chapter 115 Deans Punishment

Chapter 115: Dean's Punishment

Ryder’s car raced through the city and reached the University of Dreamers campus in almost no time.

Ryder didn’t get out of the car, though, and stayed inside as he looked ahead at the campus of the University of Dreamers.

"Janus, Open Store. I need to get some things," Ryder muttered with a smile on his face.

A screen opened in front of him that listed all the items that Ryder was allowed to buy.

"There it is," he muttered as he selected an item.

[The host doesn’t have enough Origin Points to buy it] Janus replied.

"I know I don’t have enough points, but I do remember that you talked about a loan. That’s what I’m doing right now. Give me the Origin Points on loan," Ryder said.

Janus agreed as he had once told Ryder that Ryder could take a loan of up to 500 Origin Points once.

Ryder received the item. He selected another Item as well while he was at it.

After getting what he needed, he got out of the car under the curious eyes of the campus students. He stepped towards the administrative building.

After asking around, he found his way to the Dean’s room.

Ryder knocked on the door of the Dean’s Room.

"I’m busy right now," the Dean’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Ryder still opened the door and entered inside.

"Who are you? Didn’t you hear that I’m busy right now?"

Ryder saw a big guy sitting on the chair, eating French fries. The person looked to be 40-50 years old and had no hair on his head.

"I heard that you are busy, but you should listen to me first. You can continue your important meeting with your French Fries later," Ryder said as he closed the door behind him.

He walked closer to the Dean and sat on the chair in front of him.

"Don’t you have manners? Did you ask permission to sit?" The Dean scolded Ryder as he stood up.

"Shut the hell and sit down," Ryder replied in a carefree tone.

"Security!" The Dean called the security, but there was no response.

He pressed the button on his table, but he didn’t hear any sound.

"Looks like your hearing is weak," Ryder muttered as he stood up. He walked to the Dean.

"You! Don’t do anything you’ll regret. I have a CCTV in my office. I’ll have you arrested for life!" The Dean said as he stepped back, but Ryder simply started laughing.

"Just like how you got my sister arrested? I would like to see how you do that. Go ahead. Call the police," Ryder told him as he folded his arms and started watching the Dean with an amused smile on his face.

The Dean brought his Cell Phone out to call the police, but his phone didn’t turn on. It was as if it was not working.

"What happened? Did your phone hang? Call from the landline then," Ryder said smilingly.

The Dean ran to the landline and started dialing the number as he put the receiver near his ears, but there was no sound. It was as if the phone wasn’t working either.

"Because of you, my sister had to spend time in a fucking prison. You know, how much I want to kill you right now?" Ryder said as he caught the back of Dean’s neck and smashed his head on the table.

"You will regret it. The CCTV is recording everything! I will destroy your life!" The Dean bellowed.

"You’re not going to do anything. The CCTV isn’t working either," Ryder chuckled as he smashed the Dean’s head on the table again.

The Dean was crying in pain.

"Are you in pain? Is your Jaw fractured as well? Should I call your guardian?" Ryder asked as he pretended to be concerned.

"Stop! Please stop!" The Dean pleaded with Ryder to stop. His head had swollen after being smashed so many times.

"When you used your powers and high reach to get my sister arrested, did you think that she had no one behind her? Isn’t that right?"Ryder said as he smashed his head once more.

The Dean’s eyes were filled with tears by now. He pleaded incessantly.

Ryder freed him after smashing his head one more time. By now, the Dean’s face was swollen like a pig.

"Did you learn anything?" Ryder asked him.

"Y-yes! I won’t do anything like that again!" The Dean said with tears in his eyes.

"Nope, you didn’t learn anything. I can already see what you’re thinking. You will still use your reach to hurt our small family again. Alright, Take your clothes off," Ryder told the Dean.

"W-what?" The Dean let out in surprise.

"I said, take your clothes off!" Ryder said as he kicked the Dean and made him fall down.

The Dean stood up and started taking his clothes off.

"That’s enough," Ryder said as he saw the Dean strip down to his underwear.

He brought a paper out of his pocket and gave it to the Dean.

"You’re the Dean of this prestigious place. Your memory should be decent enough. Read the letter and learn it carefully. I want you to speak all that without the paper," Ryder told him.

The Dean started reading the letter, and his face turned white.

"I can’t say this! This is a lie!" He let out loud.

"I don’t care if it’s the truth or the lie. My sister went to prison because of you. If you don’t want to die, then read it otherwise, I wouldn’t mind committing a murder of a bastard and going to prison," Ryder muttered casually as he brought out a gun and started playing with it.

It was his licensed gun that he had bought just yesterday.

"I’m only giving you 5 minutes to learn it," Ryder told the Dean.

The Dean started sweating as he saw the gun in Ryder’s hands. He started learning the content of the letter.

"Your 5 minutes are up. Get ready to speak. Oh right, just wait a second. There won’t be any fun without your true face," Ryder smiled as he walked to the Dean.

He brought out a spray from his pockets and sprayed it on the Dean’s face, which healed his face. The Dean’s face returned to normal.

"Good. That’s better," Ryder muttered as he walked back to the table.

Ryder sat on the table and brought his phone out of his pocket as he turned on the recording.

He gestured for the Dean to speak.

The Dean started speaking.

"I am Ray Greyson, the Dean of the University of Dreamers. There is something that I want to confess today. I don’t think I can hide it anymore,"