[Unread System Logs: 1]
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Neraxis stared at it for a mont before clicking the "Yes" button, and imdiately, a wall of text assaulted his sight.
[System Log 1: Anomaly]
[Subject 1 is showing signs of awakening, but he's not nearly there yet... How do I boost his progress?]
[Hmm? A skill like that? It won't work; he's incompatible.]
[How? Oh... I see. That is indeed a good idea. Hell Scythe has so similarities to it.]
[Sure, I'll log it. Aka, save the last 10 minutes. It's valuable information.]
[Why? Don't like the nickna? Well, deal with it.]
[Anyway, what do you suggest we do with him? He is not following the script in the slightest... Do you think he doesn't know about it?]
[I know, right? He should have been inford previously, no? After all, Hell Scythe would be a skill that suits his needs in a way.]
[It's enough. He will get the other skill once he completes his task. Don't you want to descend faster, huh, Aka?]
[Fine, fine. I'll finish the log.]
[Subject 1, Neraxis. Showing signs of disobedience, still in the early phases though. Is asking for an overpowered main skill. Seems to lack intelligence. mories are unlocked, and he has been debriefed on his task.]
[Huh? What do you an that's not the full log?]
[Fine... Subject showed signs of self-awareness. A class 1 anomaly. Eliminate once the task is finished.]
[System Log 1: Finished]
Subject? He stared at the ssages with widened eyes. It seed like a conversation between two people; however, he could only perceive the ssages of one person.
He did find out that the other individual's na was Aka, though he felt like that was so sort of pet na.
The two ntioned so kind of descent and that he was a subject—perhaps so kind of test subject that was supposed to have no will and follow their orders.
Or at least he thought they referred to him; not many people were nad Neraxis in the world. His parents had quite the naming sense.
It also raised a question about the skills he supposedly asked for and how he was given Hell Scythe instead. It really was a mystery that, instead of answering so of his questions, raised many more.
Neraxis felt conflicted; however, there was not much he could do in this situation. After all, he was still weak—the bottom of the barrel. A re G rank, one that would not even be able to kill a single monster.
Most monsters started off at F rank. Only humans had the G rank since they were inherently weaker.
So now I have to watch out for otherworldly bullshit while also dealing with new problems... This is just fantastic. He thought as a tinge of anger stirred within his heart. He proceeded to walk up the stairs and return to his room. It would take a bit before the food was finished.
However, as he lay down on his bed, he couldn't stop thinking about the system logs.
If they were indeed system logs, then that ant that whoever was on the other side talked directly with the system.
Aka is short for system? Doesn't add up. He rolled on his bed, finding it hard to get comfortable.
While rolling, he noticed a laptop on the nearby desk. It was one he had for a while; its specs were a bit outdated.
Nonetheless, Neraxis shot up from the bed and imdiately turned on the laptop.
He flashed a bright smile as he noticed it was still working and connected to the internet as well.
The first thing he typed was 'Purple tower,' and upon doing so, a bunch of images popped up on the screen, displaying the sa tower he had seen outside.
However, the strange part was that it was located in different cities across the globe. It seed like it was not limited to only one location.
Neraxis scrolled through all the information and realized every single city that had at least one million residents had a tower sprout from the ground, with the first one appearing in the year 2300.
He scrolled through all the necessary information with a frown on his face. It was like a rift-type structure, but in segnts. It had floors, and nobody knew how many, and each floor held so type of trial...
There were so articles that housed tutorials on how to complete so of the trials, but it only lasted until floor 10. Apparently, your performance was evaluated, and from floor 11 upwards, the difficulty varied from person to person.
None had the sa trial. There were similarities but never the sa.
As he scrolled, he noticed that, while abundant, the information focused on trials and strategies as though heavily monitored by a third party.
Neraxis rolled his eyes at the sight and searched up one more thing—one that had been gnawing at him ever since he saw William.
'Who is the strongest awakened?'
As he pressed enter, a list of people appeared—a top 100 list, to be exact. It detailed the nas and ranks of the people on there. However, their ranks were sothing beyond his wildest expectations.
Not a single person in the top 100 was below S rank. It seed practically impossible. After all, even after many years had passed back then, there was not a single sighting of anyone being above A rank.
However, there was one person who was S ranked, that being Neraxis, though he did not go flaunting it around. It would have put a bounty on his head.
But now, there were at least 100 people who were S ranked, and to top it all off, the top five were SS ranked, which seed even more unreal.
Scarlet Rose, Nightshade... Birdwatcher? Logan Pierce, and lastly... Blank? Neraxis gazed at the entire top five. It seed like Scarlet Rose was deed the strongest, while the person calling themself Blank was supposedly the weakest of all.
Or that's what the website said, at least. You could never truly trust the dia.
Just as he was about to look for more information, he was interrupted by a shout.
"Neraxis! Food is ready!"
Right... He deleted the history and closed the laptop before heading back downstairs and into the kitchen.
He had nearly forgotten about the situation at hand and the fact that his mother's personality had completely changed.
But as he stepped into the kitchen, he noticed his father, Roskaris, who was also sitting at the table and conversing happily with both his mother and sister.
His looks were also similar to theirs in that he was like eye candy to won. However, his eyes were green while only his hair was white like the rest of the family's.
For so reason, he appeared a tad bit more buff than Neraxis rembered.
As he noticed Neraxis coming through the door, he waved at him with a smirk. "Sup, big guy. What place did you get?"
"...It wasn't a placent exam," Neraxis answered, trying to maintain a composed expression. He sat down by the table. It seed like they were having so spicy barbecued pork ribs.
It was difficult to stop himself from drooling at the sight, but nonetheless, with the many experiences he had in life, he persevered.
"Sylvia, you hear this? Not a placent exam? What kind of bullshit academy did we send him to?" Roskaris said as a loud laugh escaped his mouth, making it seem like the air around them was vibrating.
His laugh suddenly stopped as his mother, Sylvia, sent a kind-looking smile at Roskaris, though it seed like it was hiding a deeper aning. "Honey... Calm your mana. Also, it's the best academy in the entire country."
Roskaris imdiately quieted down and put one of the pork ribs into his mouth, not speaking any further.
But as Neraxis locked eyes with his father, he saw him wink and give a thumbs-up.
Pft... I wish they were like this back then too. He smiled and picked up a rib. He owed it to himself to at least enjoy this little mont of peace.
After all, tomorrow, he would be doing so training.
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