A/N
Time to quench your thirst 😌
Let's go...
P.S it's a continuation from the last chapter so you won't be confused.
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It was a job for Ultio.

All the other Ultios out there...

Amber gave the man a small smile before excusing herself. She got to the school compound and saw her mother waiting anxiously. The older woman relaxed when she saw her daughter approaching.

    Amber looked at the school building one more time with a fond smile on her face. She had successfully exerted her revenge and opened the eyes the entire country to what went on behind the school walls. It didn't bother her much that she had washed her hands off the murders and left the rest of the story in the hands of Ultio's army.

   'Voices of the unheard were finally being heard.' She thought as she entered the car. 'This is what happens when those with means and power do not fight. The powerless revolt. All I did was start the revolution.'

    The car drove out of the school for good and the Academy's occupants partied away the rest of the day.

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    "Detective Okoye." The chief called and Okoye quickly stood up and saluted. The chief shook his head at the tired and worn out expression on the detective's face. "I don't even know if this is good news for you or a punishment." The older man sighed.

    "Is there any problem sir." Okoye asked tiredly.

    "We have orders from the state capital." The chief said taking a seat on the sofa. He loosened his tie and stretched out his legs on the mini table. "A secret committee has been established to stop the rampant murders all over the country. They've decided to put an end to it once and for all, to capture the so-called Ultio. Since you've been on the case from onset, they are willing to recruit you."

    "Sir.."

    "You can either join the committee or just hand over the case. Your choice, although I'll ask you to choose the latter."

   "You know I can't do that." Okoye sighed.

    "The whole thing is telling on you Okoye." The chief argued before taking a deep breath. "I'll inform them."

    As soon as the door closed, Okoye sank back to his seat. He rubbed his face over and over as he felt more burden on his shoulders. One glance at the picture of his late partner on the desk and he felt energized to carry on.

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2 months later...
      "Little preacher?" A distorted voice called and Nate took a seat in front of his laptop. His room was pitch black and the only light was from the dull ring light beside his desk. His face was covered with a Ryuk face mask. He felt a connection to the shinigami probably because he had almost the same power as his notebook; write names and whoever has their name written down dies.

    "Shall we begin?" He asked and the other people in the video call agreed. The others were putting on eerie looking masks like that of money heist and some other characters.

   "How many followers have you people recruited to join the march? Let's start with you, Rocky." The names they used were all coded. None of them trusted each other to reveal their true identities yet their adoration for Ultio bonded them.

   "We're still at ten. The people here are more of a wuss. They're still terrified of the idea. But at the same time, the school crime rate has ultimately reduced to some extent so I think the number should be enough." A guy, whose voice sounded helium induced, said. His face was covered in a pennywise mask.

   "That's fine. Let's be guided when carrying out Ultio's mission. Nobody should kill anyone whose name is not on the list." Nate warned as he turned to a particular man wearing a plain white mask with holes for just the eyes.

   "I promise I won't do it again." The man said.

    After half an hour the meeting ended, Nate sighed and took off the mask. He stretched his hands before logging into his site. A new list was made and he posted it on the site. The names of dead teachers had reached 47 and Nate was proud of the pace.

   He opened his WhatsApp and went straight to a group chat named, "Ultio's calvary."

"The list has just been updated. @chocomelon01 this should be easy for you since it's in your vicinity. Plus Awka has less cases so this should be quick.
-littlepreacher1"

     Nate switched off his computer system and left his room. His mother was seated on the couch staring mindlessly at a book in her hands.

    "Mum, I need a favour."

   The woman just glanced at him before looking back at her book. "I'll increase your allowance." She sighed.

   "I want to switch schools." He said. "To Willow heights specifically." Being Ultio's number one disciple was one thing but knowing that Ultio began in Willow heights and being the number one fanboy he was, he wanted to be there. To walk on the same grounds and breath the same school air as his idol.

   "That's not possible. School resumes in two weeks and they're already done with the admissions and entrance exams." His mother said, shutting him down.

   "Mama, I know you can make it happen. Plus there are ministers' and politicians' kids there. It would be good for publicity won't it?" He bargained.

   The woman thought for some time before sighing, "Do what you want. Pack your bags because you'll be a boarder." She said hoping the thoughts of living in the hostel would make him change his mind but she was wrong.

   "With pleasure."

  He smirked and left for his room leaving his mother baffled in the living room.

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The name Ryuk and Shinigami were gotten from the anime "Death Note" You'll understand why I used it in this chapter if you make a little research.

That will be all for The Senior Year series book 2. Thank you guys for coming this far🤧🥰🥰

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~ Korisa.