Perverted War God

Chapter 7

Passing Diana’s door, he hesitated briefly.

Is she awake? he wondered before shaking his head and hurrying off toward Storm Academy, he can't let his teenage hormones make him miss out on his big day.

Reaching the street, Jackson stood at the curb, anxiously glancing at his watch. No taxis in sight, and time was ticking.

"Ahhh, great. No taxi on sight. Seems like I gotta take matters to my legs then." With a sigh, he decided to rely on his own strength. His legs tensed, and with a powerful push, he dashed into the bustling street.

Swooooooooooshhhh!!!

Dodging pedestrians and weaving through crowds, Jackson’s movements were faster than normal peak humans, his enhanced physique allowing him to leap over carts and sidestep startled vendors all thanks to his reflex and the morning exercises he does regularly.

"Hey! Watch out!"

"Sorry!" he called out to an elderly man whose fruit stand he nearly toppled. He vaulted over a stack of crates, landing smoothly, but his heart pounded as he realized he was still far from his destination.

"Another reason I don't even think staying with Aunt Jenna will help. I wish I could have stayed in the dorm instead." Jackson whine as he dashed forward.

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Meanwhile, not far away, another boy with wild hair was sprinting with equal intensity—but with a twist. In one hand, he clutched a box of steaming noodles, chopsticks in the other as he shoveled food into his mouth mid-stride. His serious expression was betrayed by the occasional slurp and muffled apology as he barely avoided bumping into people.

"I'm late for school on my first day. This is bad. I will be cooked if dad finds out." He mutters, slurping down on the noodles.

Jackson pushed himself harder, his enhanced body straining as he poured every ounce of energy into his sprint. Ahead of him, the other boy who had just came out from the street opposite Jackson's own had spotted him and, with a determined glare, seemed to accept an unspoken challenge. They both surged forward, their speeds neck and neck, feet clashing against the floor and kicking up small dust.

This is something common between boys and it seems that no matter the world or universe, they will always do it and that is friendly competition even between total strangers. Like a man speeding with his Lamborghini and another man passing with his mustang suddenly speeding, making the Lamborghini man take it as a friendly challenge. Boys will always be boys.

Dashing forward , they simultaneously saw the academy gate, slowly but steadily closing.

"F*ck"

A chill ran down Jackson’s spine as he remembered the strict school rule: Once the gate closes, no one is allowed in again. Not even the President of the country.

The other boy, still clutching his chopsticks, gulped down his last bite of noodles, tossed the box into a trash can mid-run, and sprinted harder.

"I can't get blocked on my first day at school cause of a gate!" Jackson dug deep, recalling the morning exercises that had left his muscles primed. Every step felt like an explosion of energy as the two raced towards the gate, closing in with each steps while the gate close with each steps.

Bam!

With a final burst of speed, they both leapt simultaneously, barely squeezing through the narrow opening just before the gate shut with a loud clang.

6:30 AM.

"Ouch!" Jackson groaned, realizing he had landed on top of the noodle-eating boy. Their eyes met in stunned silence, neither moving as they tried to catch their breath and process how the hell they ended up in such position. Before they could process the situation, a passing student stopped and gave them a peculiar look.

"Uh… this isn’t what it looks like," Jackson stammered, hurriedly trying to stand.

"Yeah, totally not!" the other boy added, waving his hands defensively.

The student raised an eyebrow and smirked. "No need to deny it. This school is broad-minded and tolerant. We even allow interspecies couples of rat and human, pigs and humans and even flies and humans here."

Jackson and the boy froze, their faces turning beet red as they realise the boy was misunderstanding their denial as them being ashamed to exposed their feelings. "But we’re not—!"

"Save it, I understand you're shy but you don't have to hid your feelings for each other anymore, this is a open minded school and most people swing, bend, spin, pivot and go that way," the student interrupted with a chuckle before walking away, leaving them both flustered and mortified.

"My mom will kill me if she ever hear rumours of me having something to do with my gender." The boy mutters with despair. As he envision his Asian mother holding the legendary children beater of a slipper while facing him coldly.

It's definitely a nightmare!

I have to find a way to stop that guy from spreading rumors!

This wouldn't do!

I have to bribe him!

With a shared sigh of despair, they slowly got up and dusted themselves off. Glancing around, they took in their surroundings while simultaneously thinking of how to clear such misunderstanding.

The academy's gate area was spacious and paved with sleek stone tiles, surrounded by lush greenery and tall, ancient trees. Young martial artists of all kinds were scattered about, practicing forms or chatting in groups. The main building loomed ahead, a modern yet imposing structure of rocks, glass and steel, its towering height adorned with intricate carvings depicting martial arts techniques. Training grounds sprawled on either side, filled with students sparring, lifting weights, or meditating.

Jackson adjusted his bag and muttered, "This place is… something else. Finally, my dream of entering one of the best schools in China has come to pass"

The other boy nodded, his earlier embarrassment replaced with awe. Together, they walked towards the main entrance, silently vowing to avoid further misunderstandings.

After all, although the world has fully embrace weird people and all sort of gender like stuff and relationships.

Most guys still prefer being seen as Chad.