Aiden quickly walked back toward his dorm room. As he stopped outside his door, he ran into a familiar figure.
"Oliver, is that you?"
Aiden was surprised to see Oliver's changes.
His appearance had beco more refined, and his hair color had even changed slightly. If Aiden's hair was like the dazzling sun, then Oliver's was like the setting evening sun, a deep and srizing reddish-orange.
But if Aiden experienced a slight surprise, then what Oliver experienced was near a heart attack.
"A-Aiden, what the fuck happened? How did you change so much?"
Oliver walked closer to Aiden but suddenly cursed all over again.
"Fuck! Why are you at eye level all of a sudden?"
Before, Oliver clearly rembered that he had a few inches on Aiden, but now they were the sa height. This was not to even ntion the rather drastic change in Aiden's appearance.
The gods are vain and arrogant, so for mortals to mate with the gods, their looks were without question, making it natural for divine descendants to be beautiful and handso. Apollo, as a god of music and song, was naturally charming, his looks were without question, but even so, Oliver couldn't believe his eyes.
"I'm just curious, but which god's blood did you use to awaken?"
Hearing this, Aiden tilted his head to the side and answered, "The blood of Apollo."
When Oliver heard this, his disbelief only grew further. "Fuck! So you're telling we drank the sa shit?"
It was either Oliver was scamd or Aiden was cheating. Of course, Oliver knew that sothing like cheating was impossible, but that just put into perspective how ridiculous Aiden's transformation was. Such a claim wasn't a crazy response but instead a logical deduction.
As Aiden and Oliver talked more about the divine awakening process, Aiden finally understood how freakish he appeared to others. As the two were throwing out possible theories, Aiden guessed,
"Maybe my recessive mutation was enough to mirror the effect of a strong bloodline lineage. I'm sure there have been cases of such a thing happening in the past."
Oliver paused for a second.
This wasn't a completely impossible claim. It was possible for recessive mutations in powerful bloodlines to show strange phenona during an awakening, but the problem was that in the cases Oliver had heard about, they at least ca from a rather minor bloodline lineage.
Such an occurrence happening from a true mortal was unheard of, but at the very least, it wasn't statistically impossible, so there was no way of ruling it out. If it wasn't for the fact that Oliver knew that Aiden ca from Earth and was an orphan, he would really be questioning who his father was.
Who knows, maybe he was the abandoned child of a powerful bloodline lineage and was about to start his counter-attack to the top of the divine world.
Laughing at their own crazy conspiracy theories, the two continued talking before finally settling into their new dorm and preparing for the new day.
As Aiden was falling asleep, a hooded figure was rushing through the hallways. He quickly ca before an instructor's office and loudly knocked on the door.
"Co in," responded a voice.
The hooded figure walked inside and saw a familiar figure. If any of the new trainees were here, they would recognize that this man was the chief instructor who had given a speech earlier today.
The man put down the files and notes in front of him and looked at the man who suddenly arrived in his office.
"So, what brings you here?"
"Instructor Kyros, you may not believe it, but today I conducted the awakening ceremony for a strange trainee. They showed a strange phenonon during the awakening, aning the power of their blood could be extraordinary!"
Hearing this, Instructor Kyros raised an eyebrow and asked, "So what is the na of this trainee?"
"Aiden Evans. Aiden Evans is the boy's na."
Hearing this, Instructor Kyros nodded before waving his hand. "The information you gave is noteworthy, and I will pay attention to it. If that is all, you can take your leave now."
Hearing Instructor Kyros speak, the old man was shocked. "Is that all? Instructor, I don't think you know how rare it is to witness a strange phenonon during the awakening process."
"Old man, you need to be aware of your roles. You are rely a guide to the awakening process, a servant of the gods. While we may note his potential, only his performance can shake us. The only ones who care about powerful bloodlines are the families obsessed with their bloodline lineages.
Rember, old man, I don't care what happens in the academy, but at the training camps, the families can have no influence at all. If anything happens, you won't be able to bear the consequences."
With Kyros's last words, the old man felt like he was choking as an unbelievable pressure descended on his body. "Y-yes, sir!" stuttered the shaking old man.
Realizing his blunder, the old man didn't dare stay any longer and quickly left the instructor's office.
Watching the old man leave, Kyros couldn't help but sigh.
Despite the restrictions, the claws of these bloodline families never knew when to calm down and kept stretching forward. Despite this, Instructor Kyros couldn't help but smile.
"What number does that make now, three? Each one with a strange phenonon during the awakening process. Maybe this is fate?"
Instructor Kyros didn't dare ponder too deeply on sothing even the gods would struggle to predict.
"Whether it is fate or not, this training camp will at least be rather interesting," muttered Kyros to himself, chuckling as he did so.
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