Next morning. On the way to class [1-Hero-1].
After talking with Mom for like thirty minutes, I was sohow able to calm her down. She was saying I should just co back ho, but I know I can't do that.
It's barely two months since I ca to Nova Academy and there is still much more going to happen here.
The plot has changed so much that I can't depend on my mory as an author.
Most of the things are not going according to the plotline, I have to prepare myself for anything.
This ti I was able to save myself from Samuel Ascal and kill him but I know that the future is unclear.
"Is he Lucas?"
I stopped myself on my track as I heard my na being called.
My attention turned to my surroundings, the hallway buzzed with whispers as I made my way to class, each word a fleeting echo of the aftermath of Samuel Ascal. My thoughts wrestled with the uncertainty that lood over Nova Academy, a narrative spiralling beyond the bounds of my authorial knowledge.
"Is he really that strong?"
The question lingered in the air, an unspoken curiosity that stirred among the students. I felt the weight of judgnt and expectation subtly shifting in their gazes.
"No way, from the looks of his body, I think he is weak."
Doubt surfaced, fueled by the superficial assessnt of my physical appearance. It seed that the external judgnt overshadowed the tumultuous encounters I navigated.
"But isn't he the one who killed the Fallen human?"
The ntion of the Fallen Human transford the conversation, threading a sense of awe and uncertainty into their words. I beca the focal point of their whispered discussions, a figure painted by the recent events that had unfolded.
Choosing to dismiss their judgnts, I quickened my pace, weaving through the murmuring crowd toward my classroom. Yet, even as I attempted to distance myself, another snippet of conversation brushed against the periphery of my awareness.
"-heard he faced the Fallen Human head-on. Can you imagine that?"
The words reached , a blend of disbelief and intrigue colouring the tones. I pressed forward, maintaining my focus on the path ahead. The weight of expectation and scrutiny pressed upon my shoulders was a silent reminder that my actions had drawn attention, both admiration and scepticism in equal asure.
Arriving at the classroom, I pushed open the door, entering the familiar space that had beco the backdrop of my unpredictable journey.
As soon as I opened the door, my eyes made contact with Isabella.
Awkwardly smiling, I lightly waved in Isabella's direction. I was hoping she would take the hint and leave alone, but it seed that my action only further increased the intensity of her stare.
Because of my actions, the whole world was now paying attention to us, we'll mostly her but I was still the centre of attention.
I'm also sure that she has many questions for , For example, my strength.
Now that I thought about it. She probably thought that I was soone who was hiding his strength.
She was not wrong about that, but looking back at the event, she probably has a misconception about the true extent of my abilities.
Though I did kill a fallen human, many factors had co into play in my defeating him.
If she had not distracted him with her last-ditch attack, and if Samuel hadn't underestimated and decided to join the fight with students who were in his control, I would've never been able to kill Samuel.
killing Samual was sothing that many factors combined helped achieve. It wasn't sothing I could ever hope to achieve again.
But…there were no what-ifs in this world and thus I was now stuck with Isabella thinking I was so sort of genius that was comparable to the likes of Adrian.
…this was honestly problematic.
"…hm?"
As I was lanting how Isabella probably misunderstood , I forgot that people still staring at .
Like before I decided to ignore them as I made my way toward my seat. I decided to ignore but I could still hear what they were saying.
"Is that him?"
"Was he hiding his strength the whole ti?"
"Tsk, he's just stealing Isabella's credit. He's nothing but a fake"
"Then how can you explain the video clip I watched was also fake?"
"Probably."
Ignoring the whispers and murmurs coming from my classmates, I continued to make my way towards my seat.
Lazily sitting down on my seat I interlocked my fingers together and yawned. My sleep was not complete as I was making so plans for myself.
"Lucas bro, can I sit here?"
Snapping out of my thoughts, I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling from behind. Turning around and looking towards my left, I stared at the person who spoke to .
A surprised look appeared on my face as I recognized who the voice belonged to.
"Sunny?"
How many days have been since I talked with Sunny? The last I talked to him we were in Lybraith dungeon.
That's a very long ti, I was so busy that I forgot about him for a mont.
Whiteout asking for my permission again sat down next to .
"By the way, I heard the news, about you killing Fallen Human bro. I was shocked for a mont but later I thought sothing very important."
Curious by what Sunny thought about it, I gesture to him with my eyes, saying to continue.
Receiving my signal he slightly nods his head.
"I thought sothing very important... It's that you will beco famous with girls bro, you have won the lottery of becoming famous. "
'Fuck...'
Hear I thought this idiot was going to say sothing important but in the end, he is being himself.
"Sunny how can you think of girls all the ti?" I could not help but ask him. Here, I don't have a mont to rest but he is living his life fullest.
"Is it wrong to think about girls in our age?" instead of answering, he questions .
I was stumped, he was indeed right. Most of the students here already have boyfriends or girlfriends.
Not knowing what to say, I just nodded at him. "No, you are right."
A smirk cos to his face as he continues but this ti different topic.
"Lucas, did you study? Today is the day of our start of the unit test."
'Fuck...'
My eyes widened as I heard what Subny said. I did not study at all in fact, I forgot about the unit test itself.
"is it today?"
He looked at with pity in his eyes." it is."
-Click.
At that mont I heard the clicking sound of doors, as Porofecer Lilian walked in with question paper in her hands.
'For the first ti, I wish I could avoid exams.'
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