Chapter 21: Planning
During World War 3, a scientist named Ora Petroz invented a new weapon called the Pneumonium Nuke.
Its devastating effects led to widespread destruction in many parts of the world.
The blast caused a form of paralysis called neuroshock, which left many people paralyzed thousands of kilometers away.
As a result, the Neuroshock Blaster was invented, which was later banned due to its high lethal dosage of radiation that left dangerous remnants.
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"Neuroshock Blaster..."
"Do you think you can ready it's blue print Nano?"I asked all while keeping my mind engaged with another matter.
[Affirmative]
"Very nice, and you can heal cancer and fight against cellular radiation?"
[That is correct master Noah]
I looked at the bottom of the archaic computer screen.
"Roughly around five months are left before that incident."
"Pha.." I let out a deep sigh as I racked my brain to formulate some kind of plane.
"That stupid werewolf vampire couple...tch! I would definetly blast their asses."
"Anyway..." I quickly refocused my attention and looked at the app displaying on my screen.
"It took less time than I expected. Chess...umm? Well...let's just..." I moved the cursor and tapped [Upload]
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"Dud tudu tudu tudu turu..."
I hummed with satisfaction while contemplating the revenue that chess would bring in.
I stopped and saw the door infront of me [Class A1-1st year]
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"That bitch Freya is behind this door. I definetly wanna avoid her."
??????!—A slap fell on my back.
"What's up partner?"
I glanced to see who it was.
"James? What'sup?"
"Well, your news has spread in the entire class...that's what'sup!"
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With a deep sigh, I placed my palm on my face, knowing that this was inevitable. "Tsk!"
"Do you still want to be friends despite knowing about my reputation?" I asked as we entered the room and engaged in small talk.
"I don't pay attention to baseless rumors," he reassured.
Thinking something to himself James nodded his head as he let out" Freya Fetel was it..."
"I am familiar with that dumb bitch"
"Ha? you know her?" I asked somewhat bemused by his reply.
He continued," Yeah, I remember her from the pre-school tournament. Freya Fetel from the House of Fetels"
"She's got 2 brain cells and they are fighting for the third place"
Placing a hand on my shoulder and nodding reassuringly, he added, "Don't worry partner I trust you more than I trust her."
Damn, I was moved by his words.
Even though everyone was avoiding me, this guy stood by my side!
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Suddenly, James was knocked back two desks as a fireball was shot.
"What did you just say?!" The fire ball was followed an irritating voice.
Freya stood before me, another fire ball already in her hand.
James slowly stood up from the ground.
He sneered,"Oho, look! The Karen is here."
The commotion that followed caught the attention of everyone in the classroom.
But before it could escalate any further, the door to the class room opened and in walked professor Riya.
Everyone quickly headed back to their seats.
Professor Riya probably already had a guess of what transpired but she didn't gave a flying fuck.
"Okay now starting with roll call, Rank 2000, Choi-Iseul!"
"Present!"
"Rank 1999, Ade Akinyemi"
"Present"
"Rank 1998, Ezekiel Basilio"
"Present"
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"Rank 1873, Anastasia Smirnova"
"Present"
"Rank 1872, Noah Grey"
"Present Modumb."
I intentionally mispronounced the 'madam' part.
While it was clear that she had an idea of what had transpired, she didn't punish Freya.
But, back when it was us, she cut our credits! Discrimination!
She looked at me for a second with a raised brow, but I kept my expression placid. So she just continued without any further comment.
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"Rank 1300, Nijah Pim"
"Present"
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"Rank 1069, Jamese Reeves"
"Present Modumb"
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"Rank 10,Chen wang"
"Present"
"Rank 7, Kai Lee"
"Present"
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"Rank 1, Aeravat Indrath"
"Present"
She looked at Aeravat with a kind smile before quickly refocusing her gaze on the class as she got up from her seat.
"Starting next week, your electives will commence. If you have any doubts, you can discuss them with me or any other instructor,"announced professor Riya.
"Furthermore, from today onwards, each of you will have to join a club. Your club activities will be monitored, and based on your merits, you might even earn extra credits.."
Arcanum Blades Academy had clubs.
The former council of minstry in hero program doubted that too much serious engagement for 15 year old kids is bound to create problems.
That's why clubs were introduced.
According to my knowledge of the novel, Arcanum Blades Academy had around 80 different clubs.
"The academy offers 80 different clubs...." Professor Riya confirmed my info.
Anyway, out of these 80 clubs, the main cast only participated in three: the cooking club, the travel club, and the gaming club.
Ofcourse, I wasn't planning on joining either of the three.
Simply put, I am gonna completely cut myself off from the main cast.
And honestly, joining clubs wasn't mandatory, so I wasn't willing to join any of them.
I had other matters to take care of : building a tech industry, acquiring mysteries, developing lethal-grade weapons, mana circuits, life circuit, formulating future plans, double dungeon,cataclysm.
I had too many things to focus on.
I didn't have time to follow the main cast's ass around.
I want to get rich as fast as possible so that I can find a way to escape this stupid world before the fifth cataclysm strikes.
Now coming to elective.
It was mandatory to choose an elective course, and classes were set to start the following week.
In my mind, I had already decided to take chemistry as my elective for two specific reasons:
First, none of the main cast members were present in the chemistry elective, or any other student for that matter.
Therefore, I knew I could have isolation there.
Secondly, I need a worker. Someone who can be my... ahem, servant. And I know just the guy.
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(Later that night)
Aeravat's POV(point of View):
I exited the gymnasium, my body convulsing with exhaustion.
It took a moment for me to collect my bearings.
I glanced at my watch: 9:00 PM.
Typically at this hour, nobody else would be in the gym or the training ground-
"Hmm?What's this?"
I heard sounds of metal collision, and my curiosity got the best of me.
I made my way towards the gym training ground.
"There shouldn't be anyone here except for me?"
My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway.
As I entered the gym training room, I saw rows of polyfibre dummies embedded symmetrically in the distance.
The gym training room was smaller compared to the A-21 training ground, and I could sense the cold stone flooring beneath my tired feet.
As I scanned the room, the sound of metal caught my attention.
Darting, my eyes fell on a boy with pale skin and dark hair who was completely engrossed in his training.
He swung his machete with a fierce movement.
"I remember him from combat classes...he has that weird way of practicing"
Upon closer inspection, I realized his movements were symmetrical, despite appearing chaotic and unbalanced initially.
"He's practicing to align his footwork in a symmetrical manner?" I observed in amazement.
But soon my attention was drawn to his left wrist, where he wore a dark red stone bracelet.
'Something feels familiar about the bracelet' I mused.
Unable to resist my curiosity, I approached him.
"Hey!"
"Is that an Art you're practicing?"
Startled, he stopped.
He gave me a scrutinizing look.
After a few moments of silence, he shook his head and replied, "No."
He quickly gathered his equipment and left the gym.
I was left standing there, perplexed and feeling a bit awkward.
"Ah, what did I say wrong? Strange, yea he is strange."
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