God-Level Dominance

Chapter 004

“Is that something that should matter in an academy that has a bold mandate of ‘Equality is our priority?” Riley inquired pointed at the text that was boldly written on the walls but it only made the face of Jackson to deepen even more.

“Equality is only met for people that classify as human and not people that were spat out by the slum.”

“Again, I will ask you, who are you?”

“I'm simply Riley, and if you must know, I'm on a special recommendation by Sir. Edward.”

The man's hand stopped moving. 

He looked up slowly, his eyes doing that familiar sweep from head to toe.

Riley knew that look. The kind that decided your worth in two seconds and found you lacking.

"Sir Harmon," the man repeated, his lips pulling into a cold smile. "Right. And I suppose you also had breakfast with the Champion Council this morning?"

A few students passing behind snickered.

“He really claimed to know Sir. Edward.”

“Definitely another sick dude that is trying to fit in!” They snickered as they slowly walked past him without heightened disdain.

"I'm Jason," the man continued, leaning forward on his desk. "Front desk administrator for the elite division. And I can smell trash from a mile away."

Riley's brows twitched slightly. "Can you now?"

"People like you make me sick," Jason's voice dropped into something darker. "Crawling out of whatever waste link you came from, throwing around names that are way above your worthless head.”

“People that you couldn't even dare to sniff around!”

“If you need some recommendations of somewhere that could fit in, I have a few on the list.”

“Wasteland, slum hub, whatever name that has trash or dustbin in it!”

“And to make matters worse, you don't even have an essence core to display magic!” The desk officer almost spat out of irritation.

“The audacity makes me sick!” He growled further.

His fingers started moving again. A faint red glow appeared around his palm, swirling into a tight formation circle.

"This academy is for the elite," Jason continued, his eyes turning shady and cold. "Not for diseased rats who think they can force their way into high society."

The spell was growing stronger. Riley could feel the heat from where he stood.

"I'm going to turn you into a rocky-breathing corpse right here," Jason smiled, his tone turning deadly. "Then drag what's left of you back to whatever hole you crawled out of."

Riley looked at the spinning formation. Then at Jason's neck.

A short laugh slipped out of his mouth.

Really brain. This is certainly the best time for one of those random lessons, isn't it?' 

He could see the exact pulse point. One quick step, slight touch and he could snap this arrogant fool's neck before the spell even left his palm.

Riley's hand moved slightly toward his bag. His eyes settled on Jason with something cold and with a death intention that made him stiffen instantly. 

He could move, he couldn't react and he was barely using his whole strength to breath.

The aura he felt was suffocating and the only one around him was Riley.

Confusion carved into his senses in an instant, and his feet turned into jelly.

He tried to sense an aura, for the source of the fear that made the powerful officer of the Arcane Academy frozen in his steps.

But even with his trained senses, it got nothing, causing his heart to drop to the bottom of his feet.