Stellar "Trash" Extra

49: Deon Ambrose, Entity Of Darkness

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I asked as calmly as possible.

"Are you saying you can create a special external activity club?"

"Yeah. I can do that."

As he confidently smiled, I scrutinized him.

Deon Ambrose's connections. And the forces hidden within Astraea.

'Well, with connections like Deon's's, it's possible.'

Though those connections are unsettling, they're certainly useful in times like this.

I slowly considered the benefits I'd gain if Deon created the club.

Free external activities, guaranteed insurance (?), cheese cutlets for lunch, and no unnecessary restrictions.

Also, having Deon close by to observe wasn't a bad idea.

However, there was a worrisome aspect.

Deon and I hardly had any interactions. Sure, I acted like a genius with my game knowledge, but would he really create a club for me just for that?

He must have ulterior motives. Especially since Deon was the closest to darkness, I had to be cautious.

"Everything sounds good, but how will you benefit from creating a club for me?"

"I have my reasons. You're special."

"...What nonsense is that?"

Suddenly, I met Deon's eyes. In his already dark, crimson red pupils... it felt like something even darker was wriggling.

"You... No, never mind."

I almost spoke but then shut my mouth.

One fundamental issue with Deon is his severe loneliness.

Recalling that, I had no choice but to nod.

"Alright. Create the club."

When I finally gave a positive answer, Deon's face lit up.

"So, we'll be doing club activities together?"

"Yes. And include her too."

I pointed at Asteria, who widened her eyes in surprise.

"Me...?"

"You're practically a homeless person with nowhere to go."

"Well, that's true, but..."

Deon is unstable right now. He's like a glass cannon, breaking or darkening at the slightest provocation.

If he had a trait, it would be [Glass Mentality.]

Someone had to be there to care for Deon.

Flame was out of the question. She was always busy with Orion.