Sebastian sat alone in his dimly lit study room, surrounded by stacks of paper and his thoughts weighed down by grief of growing up in a poor family. The room echoed with the silence of unspoken words and unfinished sentences. Determination flickered in his teary green eyes as he clutched the pen, the instrument of his escape from reality.Outside, a storm raged, its angry gusts rattling the windows and lashing against the house but Sebastian was oblivious to the chaos. He had barricaded himself within the walls of his mind, seeking solace in the creation of a world that existed only on paper.His fingers trembled as they caressed the crisp, white pages before him. The book, his book, lay open, its words waiting to be woven into life. But as Sebastian dipped his pen into the inkwell, he felt a peculiar sensation—a faint hum, like the reverberation of an otherworldly energy echoes throughout the room.Startled, Sebastian glanced at the book. Its pages shimmered with an ethereal golden

"Watch where you going motherf*k*r. . . I mean fatherf*k*r hahaha cause you don't have a mother." Trigon already used to being shoved down the cause of how weak he is refused to reply as he quietly grabbed his now broken medicated eyeglasses from the ground."Come on, not again. How the hell am I gonna fix this now?" Feeling vexed he looked at the broken glass and mutter.This is the twentieth time he got into such incidents in this damn school, why can't everyone mind their businesses and stop bullying the weak?"Fuck your fat mama who can barely use her ability, Mick!" With a middle finger, he yells at the surprised Mick. Although Trigon is too calm for a teenager but when his dad's name gets involved, the young man tends to be crazy. The youngsters all flock around with interest as they await for Trigon to get beaten. This isn't the first time, unlike other kids who always shudder when facing bullies and accept their faith, Trigon has been seen fighting some even if he gets beat

Trigon felt his vision turning and a strong sense of dizziness hit him hard.All that happens within a second as everything returns to normal.Looking around him, Trigon discovered he was teleported to the front of a huge gate with the word F.T.A. written on it. The metallic gate was gigantic spanning over 30 meters tall and 20 meters wide.Looking ahead he was amazed at how futuristic and cool the environment looks. The mere front of the school was so big, 10 times bigger than his previous school."Step aside for others to come out through the device, Cardinal." Trigon turns swiftly towards the sound of the voice and it turns out to be a soldier. He was so immersed in the beauty of the environment, that he forgot where he actually was."Ah, so sorry sir." Saying an apology, Trigon moved away from the spot and entered the school.Seeing people of 16, 17 and so moving around the compound, dressed in black shirts and pants with three golden lines drawn from the right-hand shoulder dow

2.9 strength and lasting 35 seconds. You are a level '2' student. Not to worry, you have an ability book now. Study it and get stronger okay?" Roselle consoled Trigon who could only nod in reply. He felt happy as he knew very well without that tiny increase brought by the system, he wouldn't have been able to reach level 2. He felt like if he trained well, being as strong as Lexmus in the future wouldn't be out of reach._Thankfully, there is no sun or else I might not achieve such a result._ Trigon mutters."Next, Alfred Hitchcock," Roselle called.Trigon watched as Alfred was able to achieve a 3.7 with pure brute strength and he lasted for 25 seconds on the dodging test which earned him a 3."Congratulations, everyone," the instructor began. "Your performance during the simulation was impressive. Remember, the key to success in this academy is to embrace your abilities and learn from your experiences. You can grow stronger by honing your skills through combat and understanding the

Returning to his dorm, Trigon thought of how to grow with the new information he got."System, what do you think I should do to grow faster?" He asked.[Host will need to take missions regularly, firstly it will help hone your fighting skills, secondly, the system's main function is the creator and to create anything, you will need souls, so when you kill your enemies, you collect their souls and use it to as a fuel to create whatever you need. Note, the higher the thing you need, the stronger the soul required for it is.]Hearing the system's words, Trigon sank into contemplation before a smirk slowly formed on his face, "I will then start taking mission from tomorrow henceforth. For now, let me go finish my daily quests."With that, he wore his new uniform which was a long-sleeved red jacket with one black line from the right shoulder down to the left waist side and headed straight towards the training room to use the running machine.Stepping into the dorm hall, Trigon saw how empt