Really, it was pointing out the obvious. These clubs were not school-created organizations; they were made by students.

Enzo could very well create his own.

"That's not half bad," Enzo muttered.

The top clubs weren't the only clubs in the institute; them creating one wouldn't be a problem at all. They just had to fade away from the limelight after doing so, so as not to draw attention.

"The only problem is… club registration closes after the main assembly. We'll need to pass through the clubs to register, and fast," Zeke smiled awkwardly while divulging information that wasn't purview to them previously.

"Ehn… don't worry about that, I can get there easily. Just tell me what I need to register us," Enzo replied with a smile.

Seconds later, a shadow emerged on the side of the main spire's lobby door as a young man in a cloak entered sneakily and went toward a counter.

"I would like to register a club," Enzo's voice resounded under the cloak to a receptionist with lazy eyes.

"Club registration closes in 20 minutes. Why don't you just join one of the preexisting clubs?" the receptionist asked while staring at her screen, typing a line of text.

Frankly, she didn't want any additional work. The clubs' project registrations were already a serious issue for her. Now she had to do more? It was annoying.

"I can't, it's more of a personal thing," Enzo, at a loss for words, explained. How was him creating a club any of her business? What if no one asked him to join? Would she ask that then?

Of course, this wasn't the case. Enzo was just creating one for freedom.

"Okay, PID of at least three members, name of club, three months of lifespan, and… just pick your project. I don't want double work," the receptionist sighed in frustration, releasing a hot breath of air.

Enzo was making her life hell without even knowing.

She handed him a form to fill, which he did really fast while looking over his shoulders. For this to work, the club he just created had to be a secret… to better put it, it had to be a secret that he created it.

If the House of Snowfall found out, they would be more focused on causing trouble for whomever recruited them, not on them particularly.

"Congratulations, you're the new leader of the House of Darkness. You will need to pay a monthly fee of 10 days' lifespan as long as your member count is below 10. Any higher, your fee will increase," the receptionist, after inputting the information in the database, handed Enzo three small chips.

This was to prove that they were members of the club, plus it had the project info chosen by Enzo inside of it.

The moment he received it, one of the missions on the project board dimmed. But for some reason, no one noticed it until Enzo was gone.

And this was because this mission was typically unchosen despite the year.

It was an impossible task at this level.

…

Hours passed, and the students trooped together, forming a myriad of groups and cliques within their various clubs. Before Enzo and the rest knew it, almost everyone was affiliated with one group or the other.

"Sit here."

Zeke walked into a room and sat down two Star Weavers at a desk while he hovered behind them.

"This is a broom closet," one of them complained, clearly annoyed by being brought into a dark room for an interview.

"Calm down. The upperclassman doesn't like to be in the limelight. Just look at this as a secret initiation," Zeke patted them on the shoulders with a welcoming and assuring smile on his face.

He had made a small mistake when telling Enzo what to pick as their project. He was somewhat confident about their chances with the mission as a whole since he had insider info, but he had miscalculated the number of people needed to actually set out on the mission.

The institute required a minimum of five, and they had just barely three.

"Yeah right, I hope this isn't some scam. I ain't paying any of you a second," the girl among the two spat, clearly cautious of the setting.

They were one of the unlucky few that didn't get picked by any club, not even the weakest. They were desperate for an opportunity and were on the verge of asking the institute to just assign them to one.

That was when Zeke grabbed them and showed them his club badge.

"What are your names?" Enzo, who was seated on the other side of the table, asked in a mysterious tone.

"Name? That's not proper; you mean my codename?" the male asked with a raised eyebrow.

Name sharing among Weavers was not normal procedure, especially if you didn't know or trust the person in question. Them asking was incredibly unprofessional.

"Ehnn, that's what I meant," Enzo quickly corrected himself. They were currently posing as a liaison for a third-year student who was apparently trying to accomplish a project with fewer people.

The club was registered, so they had no choice but to join then at this point; if not, they might just fail their first years.

"Zhou the Silver Sword," the male spoke a bit helplessly. He was originally from the Far East, but his parents had been relocated by the company they worked for years ago.

Unfortunately, that darn company fired them but never facilitated their journey back home, so they were stuck here the same as him.

"Zhou, good name," Enzo nodded, scribbling the name on a piece of paper on the table. Zeke just wanted them to fill a quota, but Enzo didn't like that one bit.

This was life and death. Every project from the institute had the potential to kill them. His ill planning had gotten him into a variety of bad and dangerous situations.

He wouldn't let Yuno Mine or Galafray happen to him again. He had to be prepared.

"So, tell me, Zhou, what can you do?"

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