Chapter 33: Elective [3]
What I am about to do, can only be considered as 'disgusting'.
"Hah"
'Let's get this over with'
As I entered, my gaze fell upon the large expanse of the chemistry lab.
Before were shelves lined with nurous chemicals, test tubes, and beakers, each with a different label giving off a distinct sll.
The room was brightly lit, with the windows partially blocked to prevent reflections and ensure proper lab conditions.
I could hear the hum of the fu hoods and see the myriad of tools and equipnt that were scattered across the area. The lab was huge.
My eyes stopped on a man sitting in the elegant armchair, his confident posture emanating an air of sophistication.
He had a chiseled face with sharp, defined cheekbones and a well-grood beard that frad his cheekbones.
His hair was styled neatly, slicked back, and jet black in color. Dressed in a crisp black suit, the buttons of his vest shining in the dim light as he held a paper in his hand, his eyes scanning it intently.
I cleared my throat with a soft "ahem"
"Oh? It seems you have chosen the chemistry elective, I presu?"
His voice resounded in the silent room.
"Yes," I replied, scanning the empty classroom.
"But there doesn't seem to be anyone else here. Did nobody else choose chemistry classes?"
The teacher paused, considering my question.
"It's rather rare for anyone to join the chemistry elective," he said slowly.
"And all the students have already chosen their electives, so you are the only student, I presu."
Nodding my head, I took a deep breath before continuing. "Are you the one who will decide marks and credit points for the chemistry elective? Or is anyone else involved in the authorities?"
The teacher's eyes flickered with curiosity as he watched my movents, but he answered my question nonetheless. "Yes, I am the only..." His words trailed off abruptly as I moved towards the door, paying no attention to him.
I closed the door swiftly, shutting out the world beyond.
The teacher's expression hardened as he watched my strange behavior.
"What are you doing? Are you a student?" he demanded.
This ti, I headed toward the window, the cool surface of the glass felt hard. I traced my fingers along its edges.
The teacher's gaze followed , his eyes flickering with a hint of suspicion.
But despite his obvious concern, I continued to explore the classroom, my movents strange and erratic.
As my hand reached out for the curtain, I slowly began to pull it.
"Whatever this is, I suggest you stop. I am gonna report-" Before he could finish, I cut him off mid-sentence with a loud voice, "Midvale's dark hour."
I continued to close the curtains, my focus solely on the task, not his now frozen body.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
'I'm not sure how to answer that,' I thought to myself. 'I've actually given this a lot of thought, but sothing about it just doesn't sit well with . It doesn't feel like the right thing to do.'
Taking a deep breath, "Huff."
"Nano," I finally said in a low hush.
[Affirmative...]
He continued to question , his voice now low and gruff, emitting a chilling killing intent that put a lot of pressure on . "I asked WHO ARE YOU?"
"Year 1977, a boy was born. Raised in the city of Midvale. He had a relatively normal childhood until tragedy struck when he was a teenager..." My words trailed off. I started strolling around the lab.
Step-Step-Step
The sound of my footsteps reverberated off the walls, bouncing back to with each step I took.
"Son of Max and Mary Wilson - Edward Wilson."
Five billion nanoscopic particles made their way towards Noah's iris, travelling through the intricate layers and interacting with the surrounding tissues, initiating a series of complex interlinking processes that extended to the very lenses of the eye.
Gradually, Noah's once dark iris transford into a subtle grey shade, imbuing it with an alluring and enigmatic aura
"In a freak accident, Edward lost both his parents - Max and Mary Wilson. This traumatic event was Midvale's darkest hour, a rather tragic incident where many people lost their lives."
Edward stood there, his expression unknown to , my eyes weren't even paying attention to him. He said nothing as I continued my story.
"After the tragic loss of his parents, Edward beca an easy target for one of Midvale's notorious cri syndicates. The gang led by a man nad Jackson."
As soon as the na Jackson escaped my lips, Edward's body flinched at the ntion.
"Jackson, wasn't it?" I looked at him intently, trying to gauge his reaction.
In response, he opened his mouth to speak, but his words died before they could even take shape. Only air escaped his lips as he closed his mouth, leaving behind an awkward silence.
Feeling the tension in the air, I averted my gaze from him and scanned the room, taking in the sight of the various instrunts that were scattered throughout.
"Jackson took a liking to the skilled teenager and offered him a job as an alchemist in their clandestine operations."
"At first, Edward was hesitant to get involved in illegal activities. Still, his overwhelming grief and the desire for so semblance of family made him easy prey for Jackson's manipulations."
My gaze rested upon a steeling glass mirror in the distance.
"What a fucking fool you were, you almost remind of soone", I let out, my eyes fixed on the lab's mirror that reflected my image.
"How do you?" his voice barely passed through his lips.
'Tch, that's not what I want to hear'
"Edward's rare talent caught the attention of the gang, who gradually leaned on him for their operations."
"But when tasked with developing the perilous 'Mana Enhancer' drug, Edward's conscience was torn. He felt trapped between his morals and the fear of retaliation_
Torn apart, Edward found the courage to make a bold choice - he ingested the drug, destroyed his work, and vanished from the sight of the gang."
"The drug had broken Edward's mana core"
"S-stop", He let out in a broken tone.
"During his hiding, disgusted with his past, Edward fled to Crosston where he studied Alchemy and the art of engineering potions for the next five years as an apprentice."
"After finishing his Academy years, Edward decided to go to Krenada, where he had heard there were opportunities for work.
It was in Krenada that he t Sarah."
"She is your wife now, isn't she? Does she know about your dark and shady past?"
"Stop..don't bring my family into this!"
"In 2007, Edward got admitted to the prestigious Arcanum Blades Academy, and even got a beautiful daughter."
As soon as I took his daughter's na, the air around us beca chilly as he pulled out a wand out of his dinsional bracelet.
"What a happy ending to the story, right?" I said with a faint smile.
I looked at my [Mystery of Teleportation], getting prepared just in case.
My smile faded as I let out, "But I will change that happy ending into a saaaddd ending if you do not comply with what I want."
"What do you want?!" he asked with a revulsive, angry face, his tone full of anger.
'That's what I wanted to hear'.
....
--------Section A40, Coffee Cafe----------
A group of eight students sat huddled together in the bustling coffee shop.
The lulling ambience of rrint humming silently in the background.
A tall and muscular boy with short black hair, caressed his chin thoughtfully as he spoke. "Let make sure I understand this correctly. You want classes A3, A4, and A5 to combine their power in the dungeon trials, because our classes combined have the best chance of defeating Class A1?"
Kenta, the leader of Class A4, who possessed piercing blue eyes and white hair, grunted his approval, a low husky sound emanating from his throat. "That's right Adin"
Sera interjected , "Excuse , which elective did you guys join?"She had a stylish pixie cut and an unsettling air of nonchalance, impatiently flicked her eyes in their direction.
Adin's scowl deepened. "We are not here to discuss electives, Sera," he replied sternly.
Sera rolled her eyes in defiance and turned her full attention to the rest of the group.
Adin couldn't help but shake his head upon hearing her unintelligent remarks. Dealing with her often made him cringe, but being the two top rankers in Class A3, he had to learn to cope with her personality.
Adin ,picked up where he left off. "But why leave out Class A2? They are not as strong as Class A1."
Arisha, the leader of Class A5, who had a commanding presence with jet black hair and a no-nonsense deanor, spoke up.
"Actually, that would be the wrong assumption. Class A2 might not have the top-ranked students, but they have the highest number of F rankers and an E-ranker along with Karthik. Karthik might be hard to beat, and considering that he is only the second-best in their class, they could pose a threat to us."
The group pondered Arisha's words, realizing that they needed to consider all classes before forming an alliance for the dungeon trials.
The sll of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of chatter provided the perfect backdrop to their conversation.
"Let's assu our alliance works flawlessly and we eliminate Classes A1 and A2, what happens next?" Adin asked.
Kenta let out a smirk and replied, "When that happens, may the best man win." In an instant, his deanor had shifted.
Adin frowned in response, uncertain about the implications of Kenta's statent.
Author's note: If the chapters are boring you, feel free to let know. I understand that so of you may find my writing style a bit awkward, but there's not much I can do about that. English is not my native language, so I have to think about the nuances of my own language first, and then translate it into English. Apart from that, it's always great to see comnts from my readers. Even a simple period is better than nothing, haha
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