Entering the Academy is impossible for Daemon with just himself. The only way he was ever able to study there in the first place is because his parents already made a deposit for him. Securing his future in case anything happens to them.Now that’s gone. Daemon doesn’t have the funding of his parents because, he can’t just walk inside the academy again and proclaim that he came back from the dead. Even if this works, it’ll bring in a lot of problems for him. For starters, he may get abducted and experimented on by those that wants to live forever. Though this is an idea that seems to be on the extreme side, there are a lot of other reasons subtler compared to this.That’s why Daemon has to get back to the Academy on his own. A feat that is, as mentioned, impossible for Daemon with just himself… thankfully he doesn’t need to rely solely on himself.“So, you want to be our scholar huh.” A man wearing a white button down sat in front of a desk. He has properly combed hair that’s neatly s

The doors of the elevator opened again. Showing Daemon, the view of the top floor of the building. There are a total of six floors. The first is the lounge where Jude is located. The next four are training areas where potential scholars sharpen their skills to the utmost peak and, the last floor contains the rooms of the scholar candidates. As well as the room of the boss of the Elites.This is the same floor that Daemon is now stepping on. The same reason why he’s greeted by two bodyguards right away. Both of which have guns pointed at his face. Daemon isn’t fazed by this though, nor did he twitch even by a little. There’s nothing they can do that’d evoke any emotion in him. He’s way past this because of [Calm Mind].“The boss told me to come here.” Daemon said as he stared at both guards. He doesn’t know if they’re looking back because their eyes are covered with shades but, he knows that he has their undivided attention. Any person can guess this much especially if they have a gun

Daemon has an hour to prepare before he goes to the training hall. Within this time, he’s able to rest a bit inside his new room. There is a single white bed on the side that’s sticking to the wall. Soft enough for him to feel like he’s sinking just by putting some of his weight on it.He doesn’t have time to sleep yet though. He has to finish this trial that’s given to him first. Though he does find it unjust that he’s receiving the trial on his first day and, without any proper orientation, he has no choice but to accept it. The standards of the Elites aren’t something he can change just by making a complaint.Nevertheless, this is still better than the treatment he received in the Academy all his life. A place he’d rather not think about now. Though he can’t help but let his thoughts drift to it for a while. Not because he’s haunted by the nightmares it left him with but, because he’s excited.A grin widened on his face. It’s already nine in the morning. Classes have begun an hour

Daemon vomited. As soon as the system vanished, his mind recalled all of the murder that he’s done with his own hands. How he left Grant bleeding to death on the rooftop with an open wound behind his head. How he continuously struck Gerald with an iron crane until he stopped moving – all while hearing the agonizing cries of this man that desperately tried to fight back and, later on, to escape.Then there’s the death of his old friend, Haze. One which brought more pain compared to the first two that’s mentioned. All of these rushed to his head and spread to his being. Daemon ran towards the bathroom and began to take out everything he ate from the same entry point that is his mouth. As this happened, he felt all of the strength in his body seemingly getting taken away. With his fingers trembling so badly that he couldn’t hold on to the sink any longer.As soon as his grip slipped, his legs gave up next. This alone can’t support the weight of his body as they weakened the same way tha

Chaos erupted within the whole arena.The crowd continued making noises, speaking to one another of the absurdity of the events that are taking place. You’d expect the higher-ups to be the ones calming things down in a situation like this. Yet, instead, Desmond resorted to bellowing in laughter.“HAHAHAHA!” As always, the war veteran’s voice is loud and strong. Yet even this is muffled by all the noise surrounding the arena at that time. Unlike him though, Ashley doesn’t find any of this to be entertaining.“Don’t laugh!” She ordered him. “He’s about to get himself killed.”“Oh I bet.” Desmond replied as he wiped a tear on his eyelid. “But it’s bastards like him that I like the most. All of you are dull fucking retards compared to him…”He looked at Ashley who now has her eyes squinted at him. “No offense.” “All taken.”“But man, I really thought that he became dull and boring during the helicopter ride.” Desmond sat back comfortably on his chair, opening a can of beer as he continue