The Academy for the Gifted and System Holders or System Academy for short. It was a place filled with hopes and dreams for the future generation of heroes, explorers, and world leaders.
They were established a thousand years ago, one in each of the countries that survived the Portal Calamity. One of those is NYSA, Newer York System Academy.
Once again, Evans was standing in front of the gates to the academy. But this time, no longer wearing rags and carrying a straw sack. Instead, he was wearing the uniform of the Academy and a bag provided by the Explorer's association. There really weren't any sizes for him, so he had to settle with the smallest uniform the academy had to offer. But even that was too big for him.
But he didn't mind. The uniform might as well be a cotton blanket to him. This was the most luxurious clothing that he has ever worn in his life… and he had been wearing it since yesterday.
If it wasn't for his childhood friend, Andrea, telling him that the clothes needed to be washed, he wouldn't have taken it off even once. He was, in a word, full of excitement.
He hasn't used his System again since it made him woozy the few times he had used it, he was hoping the academy could help him in that matter.
Andrea wanted to cut his hair since it was fully covering his right face, but he refused. He didn't want people to see the scar that was hidden in it.
The other students that were entering the Academy were looking at Evans as if he was a lost cat. Since he was garnering the attention of the students by standing in the middle, one of the academy guards approached him.
"Any problems, boy?
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