SSS Awakening: Starting With Infinite Soul Copy

In most races, females were usually distinguishable from their male counterparts simply by the extra growth of specific parts of their bodies.

That was the standard, and while the same was true for what stood before White... it was also too eye-catching, almost like a reminder.

The woman before him wasn’t human.

That, he could easily tell due to her green, toad-like skin, but what was really eye-catching was her overly developed bust, and even the curve of her backside that could be seen despite her facing them directly.

The anger in her eyes was clear, and they were directed straight at Llumino, who hid behind White quickly.

"Hahaha, Kiara!"

Llumino called from behind.

"I was just about to come looking for yo..."

He didn’t complete the words when the woman’s fat hands landed on White’s shoulder, then roughly shoved him to the side.

That revealed the hiding Llumino, whose ears were tightly pinched by her as she dragged him away.

"Just find Chuco and wait for me with him!"

Llumino shouted out to White before being dragged away into a random area of the club.

This left White standing alone in the dim light of the club, which occasionally shifted to red, surrounded by both humans and aliens.

Heavy beat songs filled the air, making everything bustling and loud, but White didn’t particularly hate it all.

Instead, his eyes found the bartender’s table, and he headed toward it, taking a single seat.

"New around here?"

The voice echoed out to him as a white-complexioned man with properly gelled hair, dressed in a well-ironed dark suit, appeared before him, using a handkerchief to clean a small glass cup before laying it on the table.

"What made that so obvious?"

White asked as the man picked up a bottle from the desk behind him, filled the cup, and dropped two ice cubes into it.

"There are not that many horned people around."

He answered before throwing the cup from the side.

It slid smoothly across the table before stopping as White picked it right up without a single drop spilling.

"Thank you."

He said, taking a sip.

It was sweet... and hot.

Even with the two ice cubes put in, the drink still felt hot against his tongue, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

"I’ll take a shot of Tequouise too."

The words echoed from the seat next to him as someone appeared and took it.

"Actually, make it three."

He said, and White turned to look at him.

He was quite the anomaly... a human with snow-white hair, dressed in a simple but snow-white shirt and matching snow-white trousers.

Even his shoes were snow white, with a simplistic design.

His eyebrows were the same white color as his hair, and even his eyes were white in color, with an eye-catching upside-down triangle in the depths of them, occasionally pulsing with light.

Three cups rolled across the table, only for them to come to an exact, almost unnatural halt right before him.

’Telekinesis?’

White wondered quietly, but then paused, watching one of the cups get shifted toward him while the man himself kept two before him.

He raised one, then turned to White, who had his cups raised, and brought his closer, lightly tapping it against White’s.

"...To the darkness."

He said with a smile before downing everything within a single gulp.

White looked at his raised cup, narrowing his eyes quietly at it.

The deeper he stared into it, the more he could notice it, this coil of bizarre dark molecules in what ought to have been a crimson-colored drink.

The sight of it made a quiet grin appear on his face, and he shifted his hand down by his legs and turned the cup upside down, letting the liquid quietly pour to the ground.

He sat back up properly when he was done, placing the cup down and turning to the man whose hand reached toward his next cup.

"I would’ve expected a more suitable attire." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He said to him, picking up the second cup the man had passed to him and quietly stirring the contents.

"What’s wrong with this one?"

The man asked with a smile, and White replied curtly.

"White doesn’t suit you."

The answer made him pause before he took a sip, then pointed at White’s curly white hair.

"I could say the same for you. Those white coils hide something, don’t they?"

He asked, and White didn’t refute it.

Instead, he turned his eyes to the drink he was stirring, and slowly, he lowered himself once more, pouring its contents onto the ground before placing the cup back on the table.

"It hurts my heart to see its kindness being wasted away in such a manner."

The man said about White’s actions.

"And it seemed to hurt more than just my heart, too."

He added as White quietly turned to the side.

It seemed that even though he’d tried to pour the drinks away quietly, there were still eyes that had noticed him, especially the bartender, who now had a frown on his face.

"Do you not feel pain?"

He asked.

"What pain?"

"The pain of being misunderstood."

He replied.

And his words only confirmed it.

Why did White pour away his drinks?

It was for one simple reason... they had been poisoned.

When the man had clinked his glass cup against White’s, it had passed those dark molecules into White’s drink, and those molecules were poison.

So, White had poured them away.

And the second cup he had taken was the cup the man himself had passed to him, which already had the same poison in it, and for that reason, he had poured that one away too.

But to everyone around him, it looked like he was misusing the kindness of the bar by pouring free drinks onto the ground.

Essentially, White’s actions were being misunderstood.

But despite all that, White rose to his feet, and what he did next shocked everyone, including the white-haired man sitting by his side.