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Three days later...

Under the grueling training led by Logan, Azazel, and Charles, the combat abilities of the five mutant students had improved dramatically. 

Not only had they learned how to utilize their powers in battle, but they had also discovered and developed new techniques based on their abilities.

However, despite the sense of progress they felt each day, none of the students dared to challenge Caesar to steal the bell. 

After all, just three days ago, Erik, who was widely regarded as the strongest, had taken action but still failed to shake the immovable mountain that was Caesar.

That evening, after training had concluded and everyone, students and teachers alike, had retired to their rooms to sleep, something began stirring. It was now 3 AM, and the night was silent.

In the residential area, in the first single room on the third floor, Caesar, dressed in cute yellow duck pajamas, was lying spread out on his bed, fast asleep without a hint of vigilance. His hooded pajamas even had two rabbit ears drooping down.

At this moment, figures moved stealthily on the rooftop, in the hallway, and outside the courtyard, hidden by the darkness.

"Banshee, report on the target's status," Hank, leading from the rooftop on the fifth floor, calmly asked over the comms.

"Banshee is in position," Sean replied.

Hovering in midair about 100 meters away from the residential building, Sean wore his training battle suit, his tech-based wings allowing him to stay aloft with the help of sonic vibrations. 

He held a high-precision sniper rifle equipped with night vision, observing Caesar through the window.

"The target is sound asleep, completely off guard. Not only is the door unlocked, but the curtains are still wide open, just like always."

"Are you sure he's not pretending?" Hank asked to confirm.

Sean responded with confidence, "I'm certain. Thanks to my sensitive hearing from sonic powers, I have a super-acute hearing. The target's heartbeat is steady and even— he's definitely sleeping, maybe even dreaming."

Outside the third-floor hallway, Alex and Darwin exchanged glances as they overheard the report.

"He's either too careless, or we're just too weak," Alex whispered. "We can steal the bell anytime— that was a rule he set himself. It's like he's intentionally giving us a chance to attack him."

"Let's not rush," Hank took a deep breath and asked, "Banshee, do you see the bell on him?"

"I've been looking for it…"

Sean moved the night vision scope and suddenly exclaimed, "I see it! The bell is… around his neck. I repeat, the bell is being worn as a necklace around the target's neck."

"It's around his neck? That makes things more complicated."

"Are we really going to steal it by force? That would throw away our biggest advantage, the element of surprise in this night raid."

The group continued discussing over their comms until Hank finally interrupted, "Let's not rush. I'll go down alone and give it a try. If anything goes wrong, you guys take action."

Of all the students, Hank, known as "Beast," had experienced the greatest transformation over the past three days. 

Under Charles' guidance, he had finally come to terms with his inner wildness and no longer feared the beast within. He had shed his old timid and scholarly self and embraced the power of his beastly side.

After instructing the others to stay on standby, Hank steadied his breathing, removed his glasses, and placed them on the rooftop's edge.

As he did so, his eyes turned a cold blue-brown, and his muscles suddenly swelled, stretching the fabric of his training suit. 

His exposed skin sprouted thick, rough, blue fur, and his hands grew sharp, glossy black claws.

A crescent moon emerged from behind the clouds, casting its light on Hank as he transformed into a fearsome humanoid beast, a blend of man and lion.

With calm, icy eyes, Hank climbed down the exterior wall of the building. Despite his bulky, muscular frame, he moved as gracefully as a giant gecko, silently making his way from the fifth to the third floor.

The closer he got to the target's window, the more cautious Hank became, his movements slowing to a crawl. Those waiting in the courtyard and hallway held their breath in anticipation.

Without making the slightest sound, Hank slipped through the open window of Caesar's room, causing the other students to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Without alerting Caesar and successfully obtaining the bell would be the ideal outcome of this raid.

"I'll use my speed to grab the bell. As long as I get it, it counts as a victory," Hank thought to himself. In his Beast form, he also gained night vision. A quick glance at the bed revealed the bell necklace hanging around Caesar's neck.

Holding his breath, Hank quietly approached the bedside. But just as he took his first step, a soft feminine hum sounded from the bed.

A woman? How is there a woman in this room?

Hank was momentarily stunned. Then he saw a smooth, bare arm emerge from under the covers, followed by a head of wavy, golden hair, and finally a familiar and incredibly beautiful face nestled in Caesar's arm.

"Agent Moira…?"

Hank's mind went blank for a moment before he snapped back to reality, silently cursing Sean for not noticing there were two people in the room.

As for why Agent Moira was in Caesar's bed, Hank wasn't too surprised. After all, it was obvious to everyone at the base that Moira had feelings for Caesar. 

And Caesar, as Charles often put it, was the true "prince of the nightclub" and "the little playboy." A delicious meal delivered to his doorstep? Not biting wouldn't be his style.

In the world of adults, things were that simple.

"Right, now's not the time to think about this."

Hank shook off his stray thoughts and continued forward, reaching out to grab the bell hanging around Caesar's neck.

Just then, Caesar rolled over and casually slapped out. Hank's pupils shrank as he was sent flying before he could even react.

His powerful Beast body crashed into the window, shattering the frame, and continued hurtling down into the courtyard below, digging a ten-meter-long trench in the ground.

Sean, who had been watching the entire scene, saw Caesar roll over and cuddle Moira, falling back asleep. Sean's lips twitched. "Did he wake up? No, it was just his body's automatic reflex."

"Seriously, *he's* the real beast," Hank chuckled bitterly as he spoke into the comms. "Don't wait anymore. Everyone, attack!"

Inside the room, now with a broken window...

Moira was startled awake, rubbed her eyes groggily. "What's going on? What happened?"

"Nothing, go back to sleep," Caesar said, sitting up. He had fully woken up the moment Hank was sent flying. Yawning, he added, "I'm just going to teach some little rats a lesson."

(End of Chapter)

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