2026-11-08 22:23:25Dawn light cut through the haze over the slums and fell across the hall of the fortress.
Arthur looked down at the black armor covering his body. Powerful. Unbreakable. A perfect killing machine.
But today, he had school.
The law of the underground city was clear. Anyone without a System, or any drifter who failed to register, was hauled off by the garrison and sliced open for study. His student record and the fake life-class loser he had invented were the best umbrella he had.
And school hid its own predators. Old foxes like Mr. Davis, with depths he couldn't read.
"Ring. Disarm."
Hmmmm.
The black exoskeleton came apart. It melted into streams of silver-blue liquid metal, ran back up his arms, and vanished into the plain silver ring on his finger.
Subspace folding.
Arthur flexed his wrist, satisfied. The ring was not just a fortress core. It was a pocket warehouse. His trump cards sat hidden at his fingertip.
Before leaving, he gave the fortress one last order. The thick alloy plating on its outer shell folded inward, and rust and cracks bloomed across the surface until the whole structure looked like nothing more than a half-collapsed old air-raid shelter.
He changed into a washed-out gray school uniform. Apart from the killing chill buried deep in his eyes, he looked no different from the joke the whole school had laughed at yesterday.
"Let's go, Sam." Arthur nudged the fat boy, slumped on the floor, with the toe of his shoe. "Time for class."
Sam swallowed and scrambled up. When he looked at Arthur's back now, he felt more awe than he would have felt for the lord of hell.
First Middle School. Senior Year, Class Two.
The classroom boiled with a tense, feverish energy.
"Did you hear? The Blood Axe got slaughtered last night!"
"Wiped out! Even Bill, the second-in-command, got turned into a puddle! There are bullet craters and giant mechanical claw marks everywhere!"
"The garrison sealed off the warehouse this morning. All they found was a collapsed shell!"
"Who did it? Maybe a super rare S-rank Mechanic?"
Arthur walked to his seat without a flicker of expression and sat down. Sam cowered beside him like a diligent lapdog, afraid to breathe. He had watched that S-rank Mechanic turn men into sieves with his own eyes.
BANG.
The front door flew open under a brutal kick.
Victor charged in, eyes shot with blood. Violence rolled off him in waves. His uniform was wrinkled, and his huge fists were crusted with dried blood.
The Blood Axe was gone. His father's empire had evaporated overnight. He had fallen from a gang prince who ruled the streets to a lone commander who could be torn apart by his enemies at any moment.
The class went dead quiet. Nobody dared provoke an A-rank Berserker.
Victor's red eyes swept the room and locked onto Arthur.
He covered the distance in three strides, seized Arthur by the collar, and hauled him bodily into the air.
"Trash! You live in the Ninth District! What did you see last night?! Who did it?!"
Arthur did not resist. He even made his eyes look panicked and cowardly.
If he wished, one thread of liquid metal from the ring over his knuckles would let him punch a hole through Victor's heart right now.
But it wasn't time. Killing someone in front of the whole class would bring far too much trouble.
"I... I don't know." Arthur put on a stammer and let his body tremble in perfect rhythm. "The gunfire was so loud. I hid under my bed. I didn't dare look."
"Garbage! You pathetic pile of trash!"
Victor threw him to the floor like a bag of refuse.
He never suspected Arthur at all. A life-class nobody whose System couldn't summon a spoon could not possibly be tied to a mechanical massacre like that.
"Sit down, all of you."
An old voice, rough and powerful, rang from the doorway.
Mr. Davis walked in carrying a thick stack of forms.
Victor ground his teeth, shot Arthur a venomous glare, and stalked back to his seat.
Davis stepped onto the podium and let his gaze drift slowly across the room.
When it reached Arthur, who was just getting up from the floor, the old man's eyes narrowed a fraction.
He was watching Arthur's hand brush off the dust.
Yesterday on the platform, that same hand pressed against the Awakening Stone had shaken like a sieve, full of fear and despair.
Today it was terrifyingly steady. Not a tremor. The muscles of those fingers lay completely relaxed, yet ready, at any instant, to kill.
The hands of someone who had seen blood. Who had taken lives.
Davis looked away without a word, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote two large characters on the blackboard.
Three months.
"The Awakening ceremony is over. Next, you will fill out your System skill breakdown."
"After that comes your graduation exam, three months from now. The Frontier Combat Assessment outside the walls."
His voice was ice. No feeling in it at all.
"Every graduate will be enlisted into the temporary garrison and sent out to face real beasts. There is no passing or failing. There is only life and death."
"Victor. If you want to live out there, I suggest you swallow that pathetic young master temper. Without the gang to shield you, you are just a piece of meat that smells of blood."
Victor shuddered, jaw clenched tight. He whipped his head around and stared at Arthur, killing intent pouring off him.
Three months from now. Outside the wall.
The perfect time to kill this trash.
Davis went on.
"Now, report your specific skills. The garrison needs them on record."
The students began to report one by one.
When it was Arthur's turn, the room swung toward him again, eyes sharp with mockery.
Arthur stood, voice calm.
"Life-class. Basic scrap metal repair."
The room erupted.
"Fixing junk? That counts as a skill?"
"Going outside to fix the beasts' teeth? I'm dying!"
Arthur tugged the corners of his mouth up along with them, a dull, harmless smile.
Fixing junk.
That was exactly right. By day he was a handyman who mended pots and pans. By night, he repaired machine guns, turrets and a tide of steel.
Under the desk, Sam slid a crumpled strip of paper against Arthur's knee. Scrawled on it in shaky letters: Davis's heartbeat jumped when he looked at your hands.
Arthur kept smiling, and didn't look down.
Three months.
Enough time to turn the whole underground city into his private arsenal.
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