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“Next… .”

You would have thought it would be a given that we eat before we deliver meals to the Espers, but you’re wrong.
My class is the lowest.

So, we had to share among ourselves what the experiment subjects who were most likely to manifest as Psychic ate ​​and left behind.

At first it was outrageous and humiliating.

However, when I realized this world was in a novel I knew, it felt like food didn’t even matter.

I looked at the food on the plate.
In fact, I didn’t envy Espers.
It is only food eaten for survival, with almost no taste, and most of the nutrients were provided through pills.

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Today it was cold porridge, sweet potato salad, stiff bread and dried out bacon.

I looked at it indifferently, remembered that it had to be delivered on time, and went upstairs.

My Psychic is Z-999.

I am A, he is Z.

The lower the alphabet, the greater the size of the ability to be manifested.
The number behind it is a measure of the amount of power that will appear upon awakening.

Even if one was a Psychic, it was important what kind of ability he had.
The higher the number attached to the back was like a confirmation that a useful ability would or was already manifested.

I hurried and stood in front of the door.
Other Class As stood in a line on both sides waiting for the door to open, holding trays.

– Beep!

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Eventually, the doors opened in unison, and we all walked into our Esper’s room.

Z-999.

He is the person who will awaken with the power of fire destroy this laboratory without leaving a trace.

It was Kalisten Eldras.

“Hi?”

First I had to pull out my dead flag.

He kills me because I didn’t smile.

Then shouldn’t I show him my smile until he gets sick of it?

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