BLEEDING UNIVERSE (The warrior in two worlds)

Chapter 7

The local martial artists think this is the limit. That's why their strongest fighters can barely reach basic Grandmaster levels,’ Baron thought, a trace of arrogance flashing in his heart. ‘But they don't have my brain. They don't have a hundred years of supreme cosmic knowledge.’

He began to search through the deep, organized files of his memory. Earth was dry, yes, but it wasn't completely empty.

Natural energy was like water—even in a desert, it would always pool and gather in hidden, underground pockets. He remembered specific historical events, old rumors, and secret files from his past life about where the strongest families found their resources.

“Why do you think you know Tuntadel and what do you know about it?” The driver asked curiously.

“Tuntadel City University was built near the old northern mountain range” Baron replied, his eyes snapping open under his lids. “There is an ancient, abandoned park behind the campus dorms, right at the base of the pine forest. Natural energy from the mountain veins pools right there every night at midnight.”

The cab driver was confused at what he was saying. “How could you have know all of this as a Fresher, is your father a worker at the university” the driver looked so surprised and bothered not to ask anymore questions any further.

A solid plan quickly formed in his head. He didn't need a mountain of gold or expensive magic stones.

With his flawless cultivation formulas, he could use that small, hidden pool of energy tonight to jumpstart his body. He would build his foundation step by step, completely invisible to the rest of the world.

"Hey kid, look up ahead," the driver’s voice suddenly broke his concentration. "We’re here. Tuntadel City University."

Baron opened his eyes and looked through the front windshield.

Rising up from the surrounding city streets were two massive, towering stone pillars that formed the grand entrance gates of the university.

The gates were carved with ancient, prestigious designs, looking incredibly wealthy and imposing.

Dozens of luxury cars were lined up, dropping off rich students with expensive luggage, while crowds of fresh students walked around, looking up at the buildings with wide, nervous eyes.

The cab pulled up to the curb just a few meters away from the main gates. The meter gave a loud beep.

"That'll be forty-five credits, kid," the driver said.

Baron reached into his pocket and pulled out his small leather wallet. He counted out the paper cash from his meager allowance, handing it over to the driver.

It was a large chunk of his monthly budget, but he didn't care. Money was the easiest thing in the world for him to make once he started his training.

"Keep the change," Baron said smoothly, grabbing his backpack.

"Thanks, kid. Good luck with your classes," the driver said, looking genuinely impressed by the boy's calm demeanor.

Baron pushed the door open and stepped out onto the hot asphalt. The heavy noise of the campus immediately hit his ears—laughing students, shouting parents, and the roaring engines of sports cars.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and began walking toward the grand stone gates.

He had only taken five steps when a loud, mocking laugh cut through the noise of the crowd nearby.

"Oh, look at this! What do we have here?" a cruel, arrogant voice shouted. "Another broke scholarship rat trying to slide into our school?"

Baron stopped. He turned his eyes toward the left side of the grand stone pillars.

A small crowd of students had formed a circle, watching a scene play out. In the center of the circle, a weak-looking freshman boy with thick glasses was sitting flat on the dirty concrete floor. His books and papers were scattered everywhere in the dirt.

Standing over him were three wealthy-looking upperclassmen, all wearing expensive varsity jackets and smug smiles.

The leader of the group, a tall guy with slicked-back blonde hair, was currently holding the freshman's cheap backpack in his hand, casually turning it upside down to dump the rest of his belongings into a puddle of muddy water.

"Please, stop!" the freshman begged, his voice trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. "Those are my admission forms! I need them for registration!"

"Admission forms?" the blonde leader laughed, kicking a stray notebook right into the mud.

"Who cares about your trashy forms? A peasant like you shouldn't even be breathing the same air as us. Go back to your village."

The crowd of students around them just watched, some laughing quietly, while others looked away in fear. Nobody dared to step up or say a word to stop it.

Baron stared at the blonde leader's face, and his eyes instantly narrowed into two cold slits. His mind flashed back, pulling up a specific name and a face from his memory.

Leo Vance, Baron thought, his jaw tightening slightly. He's a low-level lackey who belongs to the Vance family. And the Vance family is one of the main dog branches that serves Matt Windgate.

In his past life, Leo Vance had been one of the many bullies who had tormented Baron during his first year, constantly breaking his things and making his life a living hell on Matt’s orders.

Baron looked down at his own small, ordinary hands, then looked back at Leo Vance’s laughing face.

A cold, dangerous light flickered deep inside his pupils.

He realized something right then and there.

His war against the elite houses wasn't going to start tomorrow, or next week, or after he finished his cultivation.

The enemy was already standing right in front of his face, occupying his space.

The war was starting the exact moment his boots touched the campus dirt.

Instead of walking away or avoiding the trouble, Baron tightened his grip on his backpack strap.

He turned his body, changing his direction, and began walking directly toward the circle of bullies with slow, measured, and deadly quiet steps.