“Priest!” I call out to the man draped in black. “Come here, I will reveal the secret to you.”The priest nods and steps closer, after I tell him, his face contorting in shock. “This is the secret?” With a snap of my fingers, the demon captain succumbs to slumber. I hoist the monk up to the wall and swap him with the priest to the field.The priest looking at the sleeping Demon captain, remembering how he almost die on his hand, his eyes wide with hesitation, takes a deep breath. “Oh, my Lord, grant me strength and peace.” Suddenly, the Demon Captain awakens, seething with rage. He advances towards the priest, who, in a state of surrender, cries out, “Oh God!” Then, with a surprising burst of courage, he strikes the demon captain's head, sending the creature tumbling to the ground. This scene throws everyone into confusion, especially the other 20 superhumans. The fearsome demon captain, who could single-handedly obliterate 20 superhumans, is now being toyed with like a mere child.
This planet name is Babel.In my past life, many attempts were made to take information and technologies from this city to the outside world, but most superhuman, if not die because of the lingering curse and dark spirit, they were stopped by the babel security robots because it was illegal to do so without authority.For years, many tried to solve the planet's problems, yet for 35 years, it remained one of the top three unsolvable issues globally.But 35 years after the apocalypse, someone named Morgan, with ‘secret’ ability finally succeeded in cracking the secret by obtaining a rank 2 authority key, which allowed some information and technologies from Babel to be shared with the outside world, causing significant change on the earth.Since many people want to know the secret of Babel, his first successful achievement led to the creation of a book, movie, and a virtual game based on what was said to be the happening in real Babel.The game's objective is to obtain the rank 1 key wh
I have already confirmed my place at the renowned Royal King Academy, and there are still two months remaining until the opening ceremony for new students.Meanwhile, I immerse myself in calculations, trading, and guiding the Kingsley family back to prosperity. This esteemed lineage, which declined a century ago, depended on government automatic problem-solving, providing low-interest, low-profit ventures, barely getting by day after day.Now, with the reins in my hands, I aim for the apex of profit, especially with foreknowledge of the next five years' events in Babel, including emerging diseases and breakthrough medications.I understand that accumulating wealth is crucial to becoming the king, gaining support from other nobles, and for various other reasons.Before I know it, two months have vanished, and it's time for me to make my grand entrance at the Academy.The Kingsley family estate is situated distant from Babel's capital, Babilon, necessitating a 16-hour flight to reach th
The instructors glare at me with fury in their eyes. "It is too fast. I don’t see how you destroyed the android. So, it's a no pass for you; you are cheating.""Yeah, no pass!" chimes in another nobles.“What an asshole,” I mutter, keeping my boiling emotions in check. “Then open your eyes wide, and I will destroy it again, for you.”“Make sure it’s slower, or I won’t give you a pass,” the instructor retorts, seemingly doing everything possible to deny my success.A new android rolls into the arena. I shout, “All of you, stop the exam! I will show you what it means to truly pass this! Open your doggy eyes. F*cking noble especially the 3 stars!”I activate my strength, agility, and diamond-hard hand abilities. I move swiftly, my body a blur, striking the android’s head and then turning to the other androids lined up for the test.As I begin my assault, a hundred androids start moving towards me. I hit them one by one, systematically destroying them.My hands and legs move in a deadly d
There are a lot of people you can mock, but you choose me to be mocked, the pettiest of all the people here.Observing the only handle sword of the three-starred noble and Livia's sword, still long and shining, I start yelling."What a great shame for a three-star noble to lose to a poor one-star noble. It's so painful to see. If I were the three-star noble, I'd hide in a hole, unable to show my face to others," I say mockingly.The three-star noble in the arena, his body shaking, is unable to make a move. Livia's face turns serious, ready to strike him down."Oh, I'm so frightening, my body trembling. What a disgrace, a three-star losing to a one-star. I'm going to live in shame for my entire life," I continue to mocking him.The three-star noble, once proud, now tremble, his ego shatter by soon public defeat.“I even lost to a woman. As a man, I should just go die. For I am born useless, a three-star useless noble. What a disease, a pollution to the air. Starting today, people will
At the entrance ceremony, the hall is vast and grand, resembling a majestic museum with its impressive architecture. Filling with he murmurs of the new students.Around 400 students are present this year, with a select few chosen without needing tests, representing the crème de la crème.As I sit to one side, it feels almost magnetic, reminiscent of how the rich get richer while the poor get poorer due to an invisible force pulling poor aura to them.When I take my seat, the three-star nobles avoid me as if I were a plague, yet one star noble sees me as a lucky charm, gathering around me.Whether I like it or not, this makes me the de facto leader of these less esteemed nobles. Maybe my first impression yesterday attached ot their mind. People love to gather around strong people."Alex, this is Mira, my best friend," Livia introduces me to her friend. Mira, with her light brown hair and cheerful disposition, radiates warmth like the sun, a stark contrast to Livia’s perennial gloom, wh
On that night, I visited a bar linked to a gambling den. The air was chilly from the air conditioner, mingling with the sweet scent of alcohol, the haze of smoke, and the murmurs of people filling the atmosphere.I walked to the blackjack table and sat there; among all the games in this den, I had playing virtually.“See there, what’s a poor guy doing here?” one of the players sneered, eyeing my modest attire.“I came to win,” I overheard him talking to his friend and couldn't resist replying, “Not like you're here to give away your money, loser.”He looked at me and laughed, “Care to play a game with us?”“That’s what I’m here for,” I smirked, brimming with confidence.In this gambling game, robots ensure fairness, but there’s always a pattern to their programming.I’ve spent enough time here to learn it. Plus, I have a unique ability to see far and beyond, allowing me to spot even the concealed cards.As the game began, about eight players, including myself, exchanged serious glance
"Alex, is that you?" The voice is feminine, laced with surprise.I whip around, my heart thudding in my chest, and there stands Mira, her eyes wide, locking onto mine."What are you doing here?" I blurt out."I am working here, as a waitress," she responds."Did nobles work as waiters?" Confusion clouds my thoughts. Her cheeks flush with a touch of embarrassment."We one-star nobles have no money; we have to work. But now, my workplace is gone. Did you destroy it?" Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, vulnerable and seeking.“No,” I sidestep the accusation swiftly, vehemently."Your owner hit the destruction button; he's the one at fault." I emphasize, trying to shift the blame away from myself.Mira's face crumples, her eyes brimming with tears, "What should I do now?" Her voice is a whisper, fraught with despair."Why do you need money?" I probe, genuinely curious."The academy fee isn't cheap," she murmurs."How about trying to get a scholarship?" I suggest, hoping to offer a sliver