Chapter 3 Acceptance...

Aryan's pov.

Wasn't that enough for me to have that rubbish method, it was like an insult to all, I will be humiliated,

I wanted to run away from that place, I don't want to go back for the acceptance, it was better for me to die rather than get ridiculed by those taunting monsters

When I left the tomb, I prepared my mind to get out of this mess as soon as possible, I have no place to go or nowhere to hide but no matter whether a forest or a river it will be better for me than that arena where everyone around me will be ready to laugh at me and my father will be ready to make me accept that ridiculous method of cultivation.

I rushed out of that tomb in anger and rushed towards the mountains, but within just a few minutes I heard the fluttering sounds of wings and a screeching shout of a garuda, it was him...!

I can't escape from him,

My dad was the Garuda cultivator, he can easily find me no matter where I hide from his keen eyes.

Soon I found my legs parting from the ground and something clenching me from behind,

I was taken by that time eagle back to the arena where my father was staring at me with a deadly look, I stood on the arena looking down at the crossbow that I tossed before running away from there,

All these people are piercing me with their disgusting laughs.

"Do I deserve this...!" I felt in my mind as I looked at my father, who was standing before me in the arena, with a fierce look ever,

"How dare you disrespect the elders..! Aryan...!" his staid voice sent shivers through my body, I hung my head as I don't want to show him my anger, though reluctant to, I have to accept this rubbish fate of mine.

I closed my eyes as I clasped my hands and kneeled on the arena.

"I am sorry to disrespect you all, headmaster...!" my voice was trembling when I said those words in fury if I do have an option, I would like to run away from here to exile than be humiliated like this with a stupid cultivation method.

But unfortunately, I don't have any option.

"Extend your hand and accept your method...!" he grunted and I extended my hand for acceptance.

Acceptance, it means that I agree to be trained by this method and I respect it, but I couldn't accept it with my heart.

Never...!

Ever...!

He took out the badge and tied it to my hand and instructed,

"As you don't have a master you will be under my watch from now....! I hereby declare you to be the practitioner of the spell cultivation method"

I stood up and moved out of that place to the platform just to get annoyed by the mockery,

Alia hurried to me and grabbed my hand,

"It's ok Aryan, I am happy that you have a method to cultivate now...! don't worry no one knows how that cultivation method works and what we can achieve there, as there was no one before... but I am sure there might be some good luck for my dear brother....!" she assured me but her assurance didn't work though, it made me feel even worse,

All those students who are my classmates, even my sister were able to find their masters and better methods, but, I don't even have a master... that can train me, all I could do is to sit on that pile of spell books and recite those stupid spells.

I feel like yelling out my anger but I couldn't do that now, because the only place I used to go to let out my frustration was my grandfather's tomb and I will never go there from now on.

As that selection was completed, I strode away from there to my room avoiding all those pointed fingers and nauseating laughter,

That whole day was like a nightmare for me because wherever I go all were looking at me either with taunting faces or puzzled faces, making me feel awkward. so I preferred to stay in my room all the time to avoid all of those things, that made me mad.

Even being called several times for lunch and dinner when I didn't show up, Alia brought food for me to my room but I didn't want to face her, I was ashamed of myself for being incapable.

The next day morning I have to face them, no matter what I try I won't be able to avoid them anymore, this thing was killing me all night I do not remember when I felt that my eyelids grew heavier and I closed my eyes.

I was in a dark room with a small light in my hands, I could only see the area of about I feet ahead of me, that place was so different, it was the first time that I have been here, but I couldn't understand why and how did I end up here, I walked forward to see if I could find a way out but there wasn't any door for that room, I felt a shabby feeling because of that,

"Is anyone there..?"

"Hello....!" I called out but there was no one except me, I extended my hand with that little light to look around more clearly, that dark place was like a maze but those huge things that I thought were walls were not walls but shelves filled with books, as I moved forward I saw I was in a maze filled with uncountable books,

It feared me, it was scarier than finding a ghost...those shelves filled with books were everywhere, I was surrounded by them.

Are they book ghosts...! my ability to think further has gone blocked and I was standing in the middle of the room trying to find a way out but couldn't find any...

My struggle came to end when someone called me,

"Aryan...!!!"

I was sure that I know this voice, it was so familiar, I turned around but suddenly that voice continued and a pair of hands hit my butt,

"Aryan... you lazy ass....get your butt up...."

"It's getting late...!"

I opened my eyes and found myself on my bed and Alia hitting me to wake me up.

I jolted up and stared at her,

"What the hell happened to you? aren't you going to school?" she grabbed the blanket and was trying to drag me out of the bed, I heaved a sigh, it was just a dream...

Was that just a dream?

Am I going to that place in my real life too?

A shabby place with no one around except books everywhere...!

"Come on you lazy ass, it's already late... father will kill you, did you forget that he asked you to follow him...! get up...!" I jerked as if a high-voltage current was passed through my body, how could I forget?

That the monarch of hell is going to be my teacher from now on?

Being selected by that ridiculous method wasn't that enough for my life struggle, now I had to face the most serious teacher in the whole school.

How could I be the most unlucky boy in the world?

"Will you be sitting in the class with Dhruva and Nira? huh?" she asked me that reminded me that, those two were from

accepted by my father's class, the talented people's class of course, if I end up sitting beside Nira, I can befriend her, and maybe we can get closer,

At least in this life, I could find a little happiness out of the floods of unwanted miserable things that came to me.

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