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
The princess gazes at me, her eyes brimming with curiosity, “What can you teach me?”“I can teach you almost everything,” I reply with pride, placing the wooden sword back on the rack.“Can you teach me how to raise my strength?” she probes, her brow furrowed in inquiry.“Well, that is the easiest one,” I declare, leaning against the wooden rack, “What will you give me in return if I teach you that?”“How much do you want?” Her voice is steady, betraying no sign of hesitation.“I don’t need money,” I quickly add, my eyes meeting hers.“So what do you need then?” she asks, her eyes searching mine for clues but now she look in cautious.“I need you to find a way to make me into rank 2 within a year,” I state, my gaze unwavering.The princess scrutinizes me, “What do you want to achieve by becoming Rank 2?”I shrug, an easy smile playing on my lips, “Nothing, I just think it would be cool to have that rank.”“And what will you give me in return?” she inquires, her tone laced with curiosi
The fat man and the bodyguard stare at me, their eyes wide with shock before twisting into anger."What are you doing?" the bodyguard seethes, stepping forward, his bulky frame tense with fury."What?" I retort, feigning innocence."You gave them all the pills.""I bought the pill. I paid with my money. Can't I share it with each of my friends?""You can, but not here!" The fat man bellows, his face flushing a deep red. "You are breaking my business.""Really?"The tension escalates as those who overdosed on the pills begin to roar. "Arggghhh!!!!!!!" Their cries fill the air, a harrowing sound of transformation.The pill, infused with demon blood, was meant to give a surge of euphoria felling with just one.However, consuming ten triggers a terrifying change.While the pill is expensive, someone had been consuming it moderately. But when it is free, people try to consume more and the overdose led to drastic physical changes: muscles swell, and faces contort with destructive power, ref