My Divine system Chapter 3: The test

The morning light broke like a blade across my face, sharp and I’d hoped the sun might feel warm again like it used to.

But all it did was remind ti hadn’t stopped.That the world still turned.

And sowhere out there, soone still thought they could get away with what they did to .They were wrong.So people think sleep makes you forget the pain.

That after enough hours, the fire inside you will cool. The edge will dull.

They’ve never woken up with a na burning on their tongue.I had and I was sure to get my revenge.

I got up from the infirmary bed and changed back to my normal clothes after all this was a brand new day for and a start of sothing new.

As I got dressed I could see the healer coming close to her steps as graceful as ever. " Looks like, your all ready to leave but please don’t strain your body to hard okay" she said still worried about . I just nodded at her and then walked to the infirmary door but before I could leave, I turned and called out to her " Alison, thanks for taking care of till now" I said taking a push before I continued " but you don’t have to worry anymore I have awakened my system" I said to her and she just nodded, it looked like she already aware of that much after all she was an awaken herself.

I didn’t give her the chance to reply before I started walking out the door of the infirmary.

As I walked through the academy hallway all this mories flooded my mind of the once weak boy who was beaten and left like trash, the boy who couldn’t fight back but decided to stay in the background of it all but still he was tornted will " that boy was died, beaten and left to die in that alley never to be seen again".

" Okay where should I head to first" I said will scratching the back of my head, it was quite obvious I had to report to the academy of my awakening and to get back my privilege to remain in the academy.

I made my way to the academy’s test center.

When I got there, I saw a lady filling out so forms. She wore a simple outfit—a skirt and a blue blouse and her hair was neatly combed and rested on her shoulder she seems to have noticed and raised up her head.

"How can I help you, please?" she asked, glancing up from her clipboard with a polite but distracted smile. Her voice was soft, efficient—like soone used to asking the sa question a dozen tis a day. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her pen still hovering over the half-completed form as she waited for my response.

" Am her to take the academy’s awakening test" I said to her, she just nodded already expecting to say that and then she got up from her sit and placed down her pen and closed up the file she was working on.

"Please, follow ," she said, already turning away as her heels tapped lightly against the tile.

I stood there for a second, then stepped after her. The hallway was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel louder—her footsteps, the soft rustle of papers sowhere in another room, even my own breathing.

There was this faint sll in the air—old paper, maybe ink or dust. The kind of scent you’d expect in a place that had seen too many tests, too many nervous students passing through.

My heart picked up a little as I walked behind her, not fast, but steady. I didn’t know what to expect in that room, but sothing told that whatever it was, I was prepared for it.

The door creaked open as she pushed it, and the lights inside flickered on—one by one, like they had to wake up too.

The room was quiet. Rows of desks stretched out across the floor, each spaced just enough to make sure no one could cheat... or maybe just enough to make you feel completely on your own. The walls were plain stone. Cold. Above the far window, the academy’s crest was carved into the wall—watching, judging, reminding exactly where I was.

She paused halfway in, then pointed toward a desk near the front.

"You’ll sit there," she said. Her voice was steady, not unfriendly, just... official. "An examiner will be with you shortly. Don’t touch anything until they tell you to."

She didn’t wait for to respond. Just turned and walked through another door, heels clicking against the floor until the sound disappeared.

I looked at the desk.

Then I looked at the door she’d gone through.

Then back at the desk.

And finally sat down, my legs feeling a little heavier than they should’ve.

The chair was cold. The desk even colder. My hands hovered above the surface, not touching it like I’d been told—but close enough to feel sothing strange in the air. Like a buzz. Like static before a storm.

I wasn’t sure what kind of test this was supposed to be or what it would be like.

But I had a feeling it would start soon.

The room was quiet, but not the kind of quiet you get in a classroom filled with students. This was different. It was like the silence had weight, like it was pressing down on . There were these platforms, scattered around the room in a rough circle. Each one looked like it had been used before, but in different ways. So had scratches, others had stains. It looked like people had stood on them, maybe for a long ti. I didn’t know what this place was for, but it didn’t feel like a normal test. It felt like... I don’t know. Like the room was watching or sothing.

Then the door cracked open.