Enforcer Manual
Chapter 552: The Invisible Enemy_1

Chapter 552: Chapter 552: The Invisible Enemy_1

For the citizens of the United Government, this was an exceptionally important day.

A report had made its way to the top of the trending searches, and by the morning, people from every city had begun discussing the events that took place at the Purple Wisteria Academy.

The publication of this report was by a journalist from District Seventeen.

Indeed, this event was once again connected to District Seventeen.

The journalist exposed the mysterious veil of the Purple Wisteria Academy in the report and, with evidence, put an end to the long-standing debate about the enigmatic academy—no one, apart from the academy’s teachers and students, had been able to locate the campus because it didn’t exist in any corner of the world.

Purple Wisteria Group had employed technology represented by Dream Manufacture; when students boarded the train to the campus, they would be unwittingly hypnotized by gas. Once they fell asleep, their consciousness would be connected to the school through devices. The students could not detect this, and the location of the academy seemed of little importance to them.

This reminded some of a fantasy-themed novel that had once swept across the world before the Third War, a story that created a dazzling wizarding world based on the real world.

However, unlike the enchanting world of wizards, the Purple Wisteria Academy was a place where electric shocks were used to correct students’ thinking. They blatantly violated the bans issued by the United Government, continuing the infamous stimulus experiments. While it had been proven that such experiments could effectively develop Psychic Abilities, they had also been shown to cause indelible damage to the mental states of the subjects.

Evil never disappeared.

It simply continued in a more covert manner.

Angle Saffire sat in the passenger seat of the car, looking at the relentless debates raging online, and after seeing comments from parents angered by the forced closure and reformation of the school, a relieved smile suddenly flashed across his face.

"What are you smiling at?"

Ante (the female journalist) caught a glimpse of the change in Angle’s expression and casually asked.

At that moment, they had left the city far behind, with the vehicle traveling towards the "outside" on a desolate road, the windows framed with flying dust and barren scenery, which she felt might very well be their future life.

After experiencing the incident with Dream Manufacture, she had come to a profound understanding that journalists needed to possess another essential professional quality.

That was to make a quick getaway before the company or family could come knocking after publishing a controversial report.

Purple Wisteria Group must hate her guts right now.

For a little-known reporter from District Seventeen to be remembered with animosity by a major company like the Purple Wisteria Group was quite an honor.

"Nothing much, I just think that this verbal barrage seems nothing to the Purple Wisteria Group."

When he was at Purple Wisteria Academy, he had experienced a rebellion from the students. In order for the occurrences within the academy to get out, it took the efforts of successive students, and he had always been contemplating how to tread the "righteous path" to expose the dark aspects of Purple Wisteria Academy.

Yet, the debates online had given Angle a glimpse into something deeper.

After uncovering the happenings within the academy and presenting the potential consequences of the thought-correction experiments to the public, there was still a significant number of people who believed that this was an indispensable experience in the climb of a Psychic.

To reach high positions, one must undergo trials unimaginable to the average person. Many parents stood with the Purple Wisteria Group, hoping that after reorganization, the academy could resume classes soon. This group also included those who accused them of meddling and denounced them out of bitter spite for grapes out of reach.

Angle turned off his phone screen.

After witnessing this battle of words, his initial response was surprise, confusion, and anger.

But soon after, he realized the crux of the problem.

Unlike schools currently only accessible to middle-class and wealthier families, Purple Wisteria Academy targeted every household; any student with potential for Psychic Abilities could attend the academy free of charge, achieving true high welfare and high returns. Even graduates with little to no achievements would end up with a job far more respectable than that of the average person.

For those from the lowest rungs of society, who lived each day on cheap nutritional injections and constantly feared street thugs or gang members, this was not just a process of "climbing" for their children but also for themselves.

As long as their children could graduate smoothly from Purple Wisteria Academy, they could move out of the slums and embrace a new life.

The gift of fate had given them a chance to change their destiny.

Therefore, to achieve this goal, they believed that any price was worth paying.

And with their support, coupled with the backing of Purple Wisteria Group and the Ragus Foundation, it was only a matter of time before Purple Wisteria Academy was resurrected.

"I have found the real enemy."

Angle gazed out the front window at the endless sandstorm; traveling down this road would lead them away from the United Government and everything they knew.

In the "outside," they might hear some different voices.

He finally realized that the real enemy was not the dean of the Purple Wisteria Academy, nor some psychopathic scientist; these tangible people or things were merely a microcosm of sin.

"Please, tell me more."

Ante turned her face to the side.

In her memory, Angle had always been a man of few words. It was rare for him to take the initiative to talk about these matters today.

"Ignorance, poverty, and the corporate system itself."

Angle was a bit tired.

Perhaps it was the experience at the Purple Wisteria Academy, or maybe it was the words themselves that brought a strong sense of helplessness.

Tangible enemies could be eliminated, but he simply couldn’t figure out how to fight against these intangible ones, which were omnipresent, filling every corner of every city—or perhaps, the United Government itself was founded upon them.

So he temporarily closed his eyes, because according to the artificial intelligence navigation’s prompt, it was going to be a long journey.

Ante didn’t respond. Seeing Angle rest his head against the headrest, she turned on the player and started playing some calm and soothing music.

Before long, even breathing noises came from the co-pilot’s seat, while she returned her attention to the road ahead.

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Meanwhile, at Purple Wisteria Academy.

The students were gathered in a hall; it was their first time seeing the true face of the academy.

Gone was the vast campus, and those towering educational buildings had vanished without a trace.

In their place were the sophisticated instruments they had never seen before, and rows of devices only large enough to accommodate one person.

They had come out of these very devices.

In the past, they would not have seen these, waking up directly on the train home to achieve a seamless transition between hallucination and the real world, but now, by the decree of the Review Meeting, the academy had to disclose their current predicament to the students.

Xinya stood at the end of the crowd, a position she always preferred.

The academy was distributing luggage into the hands of each of them, and soon they would embark on their journey home.

Afterward, there would be an indefinite suspension of classes.

The experiences of these few days had been far more thrilling and exciting than her years at school.

She carried her suitcase, thinking back on her mother’s words.

Even if her grades weren’t good, it wasn’t a big deal; working in a small city after graduation wouldn’t be bad either.

As she was about to leave, someone patted her on the shoulder. Xinya turned her head and saw the "bad boy" and his teammates, people whose paths in life she never imagined would cross hers.

"Thanks."

The senior who perennially occupied the top of their class nodded at her.

This made Xinya think of the romantic encounters depicted in those love-themed novels, but within a second, she dismissed those unrealistic fantasies.

She squeezed out a smile. "You’re welcome, I’m heading home now."

"Leave your contact information."

The "bad boy" said, "We’re discussing a plan. When it’s more developed, I hope you can join us."

"You mean..."

Xinya did not finish her sentence, nervously glancing at the nearby teacher. One taste of this thrilling life was enough for her.

"No."

The boy shook his head. "Rather than leave our destiny in someone else’s hands, I want to create a place truly suitable for us to live in... using this gift that fate has bestowed upon us."