Blade Of Life Energy:The Outcasts

6

Chapter 6

Hearing his number, Kayn headed towards the door with trembling steps; his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest from excitement. The official quickly shoved the pill into the hand of the boy in front of him. Kayn swallowed the pill in a single gulp and began to wait; with each passing second, the fear of failure multiplied.

Just when he thought he had failed, he began to feel a warmth in his chest; the warmth slowly enveloped his entire body. He could feel his power down to his marrow. At that moment, the life energy radiating from his body was enough to leave everyone's jaws dropped.

The life energy was black in color, not transparent like the others, but completely dark. Those in the crowd whispered among themselves, "This is a boss-class!"

Hearing them, Eric didn't understand what was going on, nudged the boy standing next to him, and asked what this meant.

The boy was surprised by the question. Turning to Eric, he laughed and said, "Don't you really know the classes?" When Eric said no, he started laughing. "You ignorant fool, you even came to the interview, aren't you ashamed of yourself? There are 4 main types in hunting: physical, solidifier, transformer, and boss-class. You've already figured out their traits from their names anyway. Don't ever forget this, okay?"

At that moment, Kayn noticed the life energy rising from his body and the crowd looking at him with curious eyes. The official man pointed to the entrance gate with a surprised expression. He was quite shocked. Someone of the boss-class was a very rare sight.

As Kayn happily walked inside, he cast a final glance at Eric.

Angered by the words of the boy in front of him, Eric thought to himself, "Arrogant brat, I'll deal with you later."

At that moment, the official shouted "255," and Eric pushed through the crowd toward the door. He was very excited; today was salvation day. He would finally be free. He was dying to embark on major adventures. He came to the official, who was a middle-aged, thin, somber-faced man with slightly graying brown hair. He handed the pill to Eric.

Eric took the pill from the man's hand, and before swallowing it, looked at the man and asked, "Could you please tell me what exactly this pill does?"

The official calmly replied, "These pills allow your life energy to come out. They act kind of like a key."

After thanking the man for his explanation, Eric took the small white pill in his hand and swallowed it. His excitement and fear were written all on his face.

As the wait dragged on, Eric, beginning to get worried, started having thoughts like, "Do I really have no power?"

Just a little power would be enough for him, just a little.

When he opened his eyes and saw the pale white life energy radiating from his body, he wanted to jump for joy. Looking around, he realized he was the only one celebrating and saw the contemptuous expression on people's faces. Someone from the crowd laughed and said, "Look at that, a nameless person and he's even celebrating."

Eric didn't understand what was happening; he had power, but people were laughing at him.

The official felt sorry for this boy; he looked kind and good-natured. Life had shown its injustice to him once more.

Eric wanted to sink into the ground and disappear; he had been humiliated in front of hundreds of people.

Looking at the boy, the official pointed to the old building next door instead of the entrance gate; he had won, but in a bad way.

As Eric walked toward the old building, the people in the crowd behind him shouted, "Yes, go to where you belong, to the worthless section!"

Eric looked back at the crowd before leaving; he would never forget this day and would take his revenge, so he wanted to remember this moment as best as he could. Then he turned his back and started walking quickly toward the old building.

When he reached the front of the building, he looked at the writing on the broken sign: "The Nameless Section."

Slowly opening the old door and stepping inside, there was a long, dark corridor, and the inside was as dirty as the outside. He started walking.

When he reached the end of the road, he encountered a large hall; a fire was burning in the fireplace, and students were singing and having fun around it. They were ordinary kids like Eric, and they all looked to be his age.

He thought to himself, "At least I won't feel like a stranger." The place had a warm atmosphere, and those who saw him immediately started coming over to him; he had become the center of attention in the room.

Everyone came over affectionately and greeted him. Their attitudes were not like the snobs outside, but rather friendly.

Eric also introduced himself nicely. A tall, stocky boy from the crowd came over, shook his hand, and said,

"Hello Eric, I'm Manas, the student administrator here, and this is the nameless section. Everyone here, including myself, came from the interviews a month ago. We're just waiting for the new year to start. Training starts next Monday from onwards. I hope we spend the next 5 years well."

Eric thanked Manas for the explanation. Manas pointed to a chair for him to sit on. After he sat down, they continued the fun right where they left off. The vibe of the place resembled an inn; those sitting by the fire were singing songs and talking about tales and legends.

Turning to Manas, Eric asked, "Is the situation of every section like this?"

Manas, looking surprised, replied, "There's no such thing as 'every section', only the nameless are kept in a different building and trained. Everyone else stays in the same building and enjoys the same conditions. It's much more luxurious compared to here, but trust me, you won't find this kind of fun anywhere else. The other sections have discipline and oppressive instructors."

Looking at Manas, Eric asked, "So aren't there any duty instructors here?"

Manas laughed and said, "Of course not, instructors only come here to give lessons. According to what they say, it was a mistake for us to study anyway; even if we become hunters, since we're on the front lines, we're going to die."

Eric now understood the situation of the nameless; their duty was usually to stall and tire the hunted monsters by throwing them into danger on the front lines. When Eric understood his situation, he realized his bad luck still hadn't changed.

Toward evening, Manas stood up, turned to those in the hall, and said, "It's time for dinner, line up and follow me." Everyone lined up behind Manas in a single file, left their section, and went to the academy's common cafeteria.

The cafeteria was a single-story, quite large, rectangular place with white marble walls.

When they stepped inside, Eric couldn't believe his eyes; tables meters long with all kinds of food on them were beautiful enough to mesmerize anyone.

When the other students sitting in the hall saw the nameless arriving, the voices stopped. The whole group went to the table in the furthest corner and sat down.

Eric could feel the piercing gazes upon them down to his bones.

Turning to Manas across from him, Eric asked, "Is it forbidden to sit across from them?"

Manas replied, "Do you think they'd want to take us in? Just look at them."

Eric agreed with him; they were ostracized by everyone. After eating, everyone formed a line and began to leave the cafeteria.

The nonchalant attitude of the nameless made them the center of attention as usual.

At that moment, Eric's eyes caught Kayn, who was the center of attention; everyone was racing to talk to him. Kayn also looked quite pleased with himself.

When the line of the nameless and Kayn tried to leave the cafeteria at the same time, due to a brief scuffle, Eric lost his balance and felt like he had bumped into someone. Turning around, he realized the person he bumped into was Kayn. He felt lucky that he hadn't bumped into someone else.

When Eric looked at Kayn, he was astonished by his expression; he saw a frown and disgust on his face. Wanting to ask how he was doing, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a punch he took to the face. The atmosphere in the hall had tightened; a fight could break out between the two groups at any moment.

Eric still couldn't believe what was happening; could a person change this fast? Maybe he had been like this from the beginning and was just waiting for his time.

One of the instructors arrived, stepped between the two groups, and said to the nameless, "You good-for-nothings, are you trying to start a fight now? Go back to your building immediately." Since the group members were used to such biased treatment, they didn't care about these words, except for Eric, who suddenly started laughing. "So that's how things work here. Honestly, I like this. It means you want war, but know this: you've chosen the wrong person as an enemy."

Right at that moment, with a kick to the head, he hit the ground again. The red-haired girl he had seen at the entrance was the one who delivered the kick. "How dare you threaten Class A, who do you think you are?" she said, her voice showing she was angry. Just as she was about to punch him, Manas blocked her path and shouted, "Leave my friend alone!" His voice echoed throughout the hall. He grabbed Eric's arm and they 

went back to their building