2026-04-24 15:18:26Flint walked through the halls of the room, asking people around.
He ensured that those he met weren't students of Class1A, so everyone he met treated him with understanding and were more than willing to answer his questions.
“Yeah, we know Bale Crown. Oh you mean someone related to him? That guy is like a devil.”
“Everyone is scared of him. His name is Marcus Crown, and he is the head of Class 3A, so you can easily imagine how strong he is.”
Flint got information from everywhere, trying to make it subtle.
“Marcus Crown.” Flint muttered, heading back to his room, “Watch your back Marcus. You'd paid for what you did. I really despise threats.”
The next day, a meeting was called in Class 1A.
“Everyone, I'm sure this is news most of you have heard of but I'd be saying it again.” Kaelen began the announcement.
“As the A level of your class, the school has put in a lot of resources to ensure that you all get stronger, in order to help in the war.” He continued.
“War?” Flint's ears perked up. It was the first time he was hearing about a war.
“Yeah, have you been living in the bush? There's an ongoing war against the humans and demon entities.” One of the students close to him whispered.
It was the first time Flint was actually heading about it.
He ravaged through the memories of the body owner, and he quickly found it.
The demon entities and humans had been at war for over a century.
To think that anytime humans got an upper hand, there was always the arrival of a demon lord who would tilt the war until a stronger human warrior would come to defeat it.
This wasn't in favour of humanity, as even the dead were adding to the army of demons.
If care wasn't taken, the war would be completely in the hands of the demons.
“So that's why they are so particular about getting stronger.” Flint came to an understanding.
“This could be the reason for the world's destruction then. I just need to find a way to end the war, and give victory to the humans.” He thought in his mind.
Meanwhile, Kaelen continued with his announcement.
“To make things more competitive and better, other A level classes would be accompanying you on this journey.” He smiled.
“Sir, are you going to tell us the destination of this journey?” Someone asked but Kaelen shook his head.
“According to the headmaster, we were told not to inform the students about anything as it would reduce the efforts put into preparation. Just ensure you try your best in this competition.”
“Any person that comes at the top would be promoted and if a higher level student is at the bottom, they would be demoted. And you can't afford that.”
Kaelen looked at them, his eyes landing on Flint for a moment, before he turned away.
“There are also good rewards for those who remain on top. The school has come together to provide top notch spells for the winners so do everything to make sure you win.”
As soon as he was done delivering the message, Kaelen dismissed his class, telling them to take their practice seriously.
Flint rushed out of his class into the library.
In true terms, he had no information about what was truly going on in this world.
He had been occupied with basically competitions and training.
“Excuse me, Ma'am. Please can I have some books on the magic types that exist? And also books on demons and beasts? And maybe some spells.”
The librarian looked at the person who was annoying her before pointing him in the right direction.
“Go to shelf thirteen, twelve and ten, and you'll find everything you are looking for.” She said,
“Thank you very much.” Flint gave a nod and then moved into studying.
[Activate Information D******d Mode.]
The monotonous voice rang in his head.
Flint opened a book and flipped through it.
“Oh this mode retains a lot of information.” Flint noted.
“I wonder why you didn't show yourself in my other life.” He frowned, thinking of how much he suffered to read and memorize needed information.
The system didn't give a response and Flint scoffed.
He had more things to worry about.
He picked books after book and their information kept getting stored by the system.
By the end of two hours, he had finished a total of ten large books from front cover to back cover.
And he was fully satisfied.
“There's no other confirmation. If I want to go back home, I need to find a way to keep humanity safe from the demon army.” Flint came to this conclusion.
But he soon realised he had never had experience with fighting such an army before.
The closest he had been to fighting something like this was when he had to deal with a necromancy villain in his twentieth life.
It had been exciting but it was also hard, because the bone skeletons were undying.
“Dylan, how are you?” Flint spoke into a communication device.
“Hey Flint, I'm good, what are you up to?” Dylan asked, sitting up on his bed.
“How do I get to Sky Court City? I need to get some things.” Flint asked.
“Oh, it's simple. You have your student Identity card right? Just speak to the guard that you intend to use the portal gate to visit the city and you'd be allowed to.”
“That simple?” Flint was unsure. In his previous life, he had taken some odd jobs to get money, and he was about to do the same thing again.
Would the Sky Court city have such kinds of jobs? He didn't know.
But it also didn't hurt.
“Yeah it's that simple. And if they question you, just show them that crest I gave to you.” Dylan answered, happy that Flint was taking his advice.
“Okay,” Flint said, looking at the dragon emblem embedded in the crest.
“Thank you Dylan, I'd contact you later.”
“No problem.”
Flint ended the call.
He was going on his next journey, and that would be to experience what the outside of this world looked like.
“Good day Sir, my name is Flint and I'd like to use the transport portal. I need to go to the Sky Court City to get some things.” Flint informed the guard.
The man looked at him strangely, before giving him a nod.
“Take care of yourself out there. Just because you have a student ID doesn't mean the bad guys out there would treat you in a noble way.” The guard said, before powering up the mana of the transportation portal.
“Thank you.” Flint replied, before stepping into the portal.
Closing his eyes and keeping his limbs to the sides of the body, the portal travel felt like he was dipped into a large ocean and brought out.
“You can open your eyes now, young man.” A different and unfamiliar voice sounded and Flint opened his eyes.
“Thank you for your service.” Flint said politely, before he made his way through the large city gate.
“It feels much better to be on the ground again.” He muttered to himself, taking in the full expanse of the city.
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The split happened the way significant things happened when they had been agreed upon the night before — without ceremony but not without weight.Jolene went first.She left at the hour before dawn, before the sky had changed from black to grey. She had her pack and her notes and the guild contact information she had been building since the Northern Highlands and she left the waypoint without waking anyone except Flint who was already awake.She stood at the waypoint door.She looked at him."The maritime operation." She said."Yes." He said."And after." She said.He held her gaze.She was asking something specific. Not about the maritime mission. About what happened after — what the north would look like, whether the group would reassemble, whether what had been built would still be intact when the dust cleared."After." He said. "Find us."She looked at him for one more moment.Then she turned and walked northeast and was gone before the sky changed.He stood at the door and watche
CARAVAN COUNTERMEASURE
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The Dragon Marrow
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DEVELOPMENTAL PROGRESS
It came that night.Not into the camp. Near it. The tooth woke him from sleep at the second hour past midnight with the inverted wave running so fast the luminescence was continuous rather than pulsed. He had it in his hand before he was fully upright.He pressed two fingers to his lips.The camp was dark. He could see Dylan's outline against the sky — on watch, the position he took in the second rotation. Dylan had seen Flint move and had gone completely still the way he went still when he was waiting for an instruction.Flint looked at the tooth.Then north.Then at the camp perimeter.Pack Sense registered nothing. The absolute nothing of something that was not a mana-present entity moving through a field that Pack Sense read for mana signatures.But the
DESTRUCTION METHOD
He told the group at dawn.Not everything from the night before. The Hollow first. The detection, the loss of the sigature, what Valdris had said about its nature. He laid it out the same way he laid everything out — in sequence, without weight added by inflection, and let the information carry its own mass.It carried significant mass.Dylan was the first to speak."Pack Sense caught it once." He said."At the edge of range." Flint said. "Northern bearing. It registered as nothing classifiable and then it was gone.""Gone or suppressed." Jolene said."I don't know." Flint said. "The signature did not fade. It stopped. Like a door closing."Jolene looked at her notes from Valdris's account. She had been reading them since before the group assembled. She had the expression she wore when data was not fitti
NO CONDITION
He sat outside the camp at the edge of the cleared extraction ground and looked at the stars.The stars above the western territory were wrong in the same way everything above it was wrong. The contamination in the ground reached high enough to affect the ambient mana in the air and the air affected how the stars refracted through it. They were the same stars. They looked slightly different. He had spent enough lives looking at different versions of the same sky to find it interesting rather than troubling.He was thinking about his wife.Not the way he thought about the mission. Not operationally. He was simply thinking about her the way you thought about someone you had not seen in a very long time — without agenda, without the forward pressure of wanting to get back to them. Just the fact of them. The specific fact of a person who existed somewhere and was real.Her name was Sael.He did not use it often. He had learned across enough lives that names were the most dangerous thing to
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