WARMONGER: (Warmonger MReader x Harem)

You Died as a Warmonger(REVISED)

The dull hum of the loudspeaker crackled to life, cutting through the murmured conversations and soft shuffling of papers.

"Would Y/N L/N please make their way to the principal's office. Would Y/N L/N please make their way to the principal's office."

The voice echoed through the halls of the University of Reno, bouncing off the walls of history and geography classrooms. Heads turned, eyes wide with curiosity, searching for the one named. In the middle of the back row, slumped over his desk, Y/N L/N slowly stirred, his dreams rudely interrupted. He blinked groggily, taking a moment to reorient himself, the classroom now seeming to focus on him like prey caught in a hunter's gaze.

"Y/N, you heard the announcement. The principal's office," said Professor Edwards, her voice stern and humorless. She adjusted her glasses, the faint glint of suspicion reflecting in her eyes as she watched the young man rise.

Y/N L/N—no one in the entire university matched his reputation. The youngest and most talented student to ever set foot in the institution, his presence alone commanded attention. He wasn't just smart; he was a prodigy, here on a military scholarship that required both brilliance and discipline. Yet, despite this, he was known to be... different.

"Do they ever say why?" Y/N muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and straightening his jacket. His tone was casual, as if the call was nothing more than an inconvenience.

The professor's lips pressed into a thin line, her irritation barely contained. "No. Just go."

As Y/N rose to his full height, the other students whispered amongst themselves, eyes darting between each other, confused as to why someone like him—of all people—was summoned. Rumors and speculations grew. Some suggested it was just a matter of formalities. Others speculated trouble. But none could guess the real reason behind this sudden call.

"Fine," Y/N said, a small smile playing on his lips, though there was something unsettling about it. Something cold.

As he strode out the door, a murmur of unease rippled through the class. His smile didn't go unnoticed. Even the professor couldn't suppress the slight chill that crawled up her spine. That smile—it was the kind of smile that made you question everything you knew about a person. And for Y/N L/N, it marked the beginning of the end.

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Y/N didn't hurry. There was no need to rush—he had time. The wide hallways of the university seemed unusually empty as he walked. He passed clusters of students who gave him sidelong glances, their conversations halting as soon as they noticed him. He couldn't help but feel the palpable tension in the air.

As he rounded the corner, he noticed a pair of security guards near the entrance, their hands resting on their sidearms. The way their eyes locked onto him—following his every movement—was almost laughable. Were they really that afraid of him?

Y/N chuckled softly under his breath, shaking his head. "Looks like I'm popular today," he mused.

As he continued toward the principal's office, something shifted. The mood in the building became almost... feverish. Students began moving quicker, some pushing past each other in frantic haste, while others fled in outright terror. It was as if an unseen wave of panic swept through the halls. Y/N watched as they scrambled, their faces a mix of horror and confusion. And yet, a small group of students fell in step behind him, as if drawn to him by some unspoken command. Their expressions were blank, but they followed without question.

Sirens screamed in the distance, growing louder by the second. Something big was happening.

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