Chapter 5: The Gentleman's Breach
The Grand Academy was a fortress built on the principle of Order.
Every security layer, every detection seal, every arcane defense—
all crafted to keep the chaos of the outside world
(the Fold, the Eldritch, the Anomaly)
far away from its walls.
I was in the deserted central training hall, practicing the Silent Step,
when the fortress abruptly went silent.
Not absence—
murder.
The rhythmic, colossal hum of the dimensional seals… gone.
The high-pitched whine of the detection gates… strangled.
The layered pulses of the protective sigils… Null.
Centuries of demonic engineering, folded in a single instant.
And then—
One sound.
A crisp, elegant tap of a cane on obsidian outside.
Measured. Relaxed.
A sound that belonged to someone who owed the universe nothing.
The Principal—a colossal demidemon, veteran of the Denvigorix Wars—
burst from his office, his pulse hitting like cannon fire.
Behind him, Platinum and Gold Tier instructors spilled out,
their auras thrashing like cornered beasts.
I pulled the black cloth tighter around my eyes.
The collision between Law and Chaos was about to begin.
Fenrir Alistair Blivixis stood exactly where the collapsed barrier used to be.
Impeccable.
Gradient Mantle shimmering with cosmic micro-fractals.
Top hat glowing faintly with nebula light.
Existence Threader cane resting at his side.
The tapping ceased the moment the Principal arrived.
"A breach!" the Principal roared.
"Identify yourself, rogue entity! You have nullified every law of this institution!"
Fenrir smiled—slow, predatory.
I heard that smile: velvety, warm, dripping with cosmic disrespect.
"A simple oversight," he purred.
"I merely inverted the logic of your welcome mat.
I am Fenrir Alistair Blivixis, here for administrative purposes."
The Principal flinched.
The instructors froze.
The name Blivixis carried weight heavier than a god's threat.
"Insolent!" the Principal snarled, refusing fear.
He launched a Prime Demidemon-level Abyss Seraph charge—
a catastrophic blast of compressed demonic annihilation.
Fenrir didn't move.
I heard the attack… invert.
At the moment of contact, Fenrir used Absolute Inversion.
The destructive wave flipped.
Power meant to kill turned into a chaotic surge of healing and wild, uncontrollable growth.
The Principal collapsed, choking on his own lawbound aura
as his power betrayed him.
The elite instructors stiffened.
They had witnessed the sound of a fundamental law being rewritten.
Fenrir stepped over the convulsing Principal,
adjusting his cuffs with calm, aristocratic boredom.
"Now, as I was saying," he declared,
his voice harmonized with Reality Control.
"I am here to teach. And to watch over my student."
His blood-red irises turned toward the training hall.
Toward me.
"Ah, there you are, my Inverter," he said—
his tone softening with a chilling, proprietary fondness.
He walked through the paralyzed instructors
and stopped in front of me.
Then the impossible happened:
Fenrir Alistair Blivixis knelt.
"You've adapted beautifully, my Catalyst," he murmured.
"The Academy failed to classify you.
Allow me to classify them."
He rose, facing the stunned assembly.
"The boy is mine," Fenrir announced,
with the authority of a cosmic decree.
"He is not Tier Null.
He is an Inverted Construct of the Blivixis Gradient.
I am his mentor.
Your new Platinum Tier instructor.
We begin the chaos curriculum
immediately."