Web Novel · Zombo Country
HOUKA
The Elite Prodigy
Chapter 1
Awakening
The sound of the alarm clock broke the silence in the room at six in the morning. A white-skinned hand, thin and precise, emerged from beneath the silk sheets and turned off the device with a single touch — no rush, no hesitation. Just the exact gesture of someone who always wakes up at the same second.
He got up. Slightly disheveled yellow hair fell over his forehead as his body left the large, luxurious bed. The surrounding room was vast: dark marble walls, floor-to-ceiling windows with velvet curtains, and in the center, the wardrobe—a piece of imported mahogany, as tall as the wall, with two mirrored doors closed.
He opened the wardrobe without looking in the mirror. He took off the uniform from Zombo's elite school with methodical movements - the impeccable white shirt, folded with precision - and placed it on the bed. Then, the black pants and white sneakers were placed on the side, forming the whole like a second skin waiting to be inhabited.
The red tie was the last piece placed on the sheet.
He went to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth lasted exactly two minutes — the minimum recommended. As he approached the mirror to spit, two red eyes stared back. They were not ordinary eyes: the color was not from illness or from crying. It was a feature, cold and permanent, like ink poured into amber.
She smoothed her yellow hair with the palm of her hand, a few strands falling to the right with almost no effort. Then, just as calmly, he picked up the thin-framed glasses that rested on the counter and put them on.
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He wore the white shirt. He buttoned each button from bottom to top. He raised his collar and tied his red tie with a precise knot — not too loose, not too tight. Wear black pants. White sneakers were put on without haste. And so, in less than twelve minutes since the alarm clock sounded, he was ready.
All dressed up, he went down the wide stairs of the Yseten family mansion with silent steps, as if he knew exactly the weight of each step.
In the living room, Eluwa Yseten moved between the counter and the stove, preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh bread and brewed coffee filled the room. When she saw her son enter, she turned her face and smiled with the naturalness of someone who doesn't know morning tiredness.
"Good morning, son. Sit down, breakfast is almost ready."
Houka sat at the table without saying anything. He folded his hands on the smooth surface and waited.
The sound of excited footsteps descending the stairs broke the silence before it turned into discomfort. Gicib Yseten — the oldest sister, and by general consensus at Zombo's elite school, the most beautiful — came down with a smile already on her face, as if the day were a promise and not an obligation.
When his eyes met his brother sitting in the chair, the smile grew even wider.
"Good morning, my dear brother."
She gave Houka a quick kiss on the cheek and sat down with a declared appetite, her eyes scanning the already set table.
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Then he arrived.
Obolyphew Yseten entered the room with the presence of someone who does not need to announce anything. Trillionaire. Patron of the family with the most powerful surname in the country of Zombo. A man built not just on wealth, but on conviction—the conviction that his name was a destiny, and that his children were the instruments of that destiny.
He placed his hand on Houka's shoulder with a fatherly firmness.
"Good morning, my son. I'm so proud that you're already in your fourth year of school with top grades. This will make you president of Zombo at just nineteen years old. Soon, soon... our family name will conquer another level of absolute power."
Houka nodded, slow and sure.
"Anything for the family, dad."
Obolyphew smiled. The satisfaction of those who see the investment of years yield exactly what was planned.
"I know you do, my son. After all... you're destined for this."
And it was true—at least the part that could be measured. Houka Yseten possessed an IQ of a thousand points. Not an estimate, not school hallway hyperbole: a measurement recorded, verified and celebrated by the institution. Geometry, physics, chemistry — subjects that made ordinary students lose sleep — were passed with a grade of twelve, the maximum possible, without a single exception.
No other student had done this. Not even in the history of Zombo's school. Maybe not even in Zerk's entire world.
And, as if intelligence were a gravitational force, popularity followed. At the elite school, his name was repeated in the hallways with the reverence reserved for phenomena — not people.
Obolyphew went to greet his daughter and talk to his wife. Destiny was being fulfilled at the table, like every day.
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—scene—
The camera moves back. Go, go, go, to the wardrobe in Houka's room.
The yellow hair. The glasses. The red eyes in the mirror.
And inside the wardrobe — hidden, big, too heavy to be just clothes — something that doesn't belong to a model student.
Then... a smile.
Wicked. Calculated. Real.
🎯
A Golden Sniper
Only the powerful have one.
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✦Final Revelation · Character ✦
HOUKA
YSETEN
Hair
Yellow
Eyes
Scarlet red
Skin
White
Uniform
White shirt · red tie
Complement
Thin frame glasses
Bottom
Black pants · white sneakers
Permanent expression
Wicked smile
Secret
Golden Sniper · hidden
Intelligence
IQ · 1,000
End of Chapter 1 · Continued