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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FULLY SELF SUSTAINING.
Jolene returned for good on the hundred and seventy-first day.Not for five days this time, not for a report and a departure. She arrived at the upper platform with her full pack, the specific quality of someone who had made a decision rather than a visit, and Flint met her there before she had fully crossed the stone."The maritime network is stable." She said, without preamble, the way she delivered everything. "Fully reconstructed. Twelve governance councils running their own audits with my framework, and now training their own people to extend it rather than needing me to run it for them." She set her pack down. "I am not needed there anymore. Not in the daily sense.""So you came back." Flint said."I came back because the thing that needs documenting now is here." She said. "The network with no boundary. The Collective's observation post. What the module is becoming as it spreads.
FIRST TIME IN WEEKS
The fifth external settlement's practitioners arrived that afternoon, and Flint spent most of it in the practitioner hall alongside Dylan, watching the framework do what it had now done four times before — meet people where their training had left a gap and let the gap fill itself in with a question rather than an answer.It was routine now, in the way that significant things became routine when they were repeated enough times to lose their edge of novelty without losing their weight.He was tired in a way that had nothing to do with the day's work.He recognized it that evening, sitting alone at the eastern window after the fifth settlement's group had settled into the guest quarters and Dylan had gone to review the day's session notes and Terra had gone to read the substrate one more time before dark.It was not fatigue in the channel. The channel ran clean, the same as it had f
MISSING SOMEONE AND FUNCTIONING
Dylan found him there an hour later, still at the window, and read the quality of his stillness the way he read most things now — precisely, without needing it explained in full."Caravan." He said."Yes." Flint said.He told him. All of it. The other final regressions. The entity's long attendance. The specific quality of this one — the one that would hold.Dylan was quiet for a long time after."Every other final regression the practitioner has ever faced." He said slowly. "They went home, and it went back to needing to start over.""That is what Caravan understood, yes." Flint said.Dylan looked at the field through the window."That means all of this—" He gestured, not just at the field but at everything beyond it, the vein, the module, the network with no boundary but time. "This has never happened before. In any of the ninety-nine, or however many other worlds the entity has watched across however long it has existed.""I don't think so." Flint said. "Not the way it's happened h
THE GEOLOGICAL NETWORK
Caravan's next communication came on the hundred and sixty-third day, and it was longer than any he had sent since leaving.Flint listened to it standing at the eastern window with the morning connection already run and the field quiet below him, the thing at the far edge unmoving in the specific stillness it held most mornings now, less a presence requiring attention than a fixture of the landscape the way a mountain was a fixture."I have been at the Ascent for two months." Caravan said. His voice carried something different than it had in the six-sentence and two-sentence transmissions before. Fuller. The specific quality of someone who had been changed by what he encountered and had needed the time to find words for it. "I told you the Ascent is the entity. I did not tell you the rest because I did not understand the rest until three weeks ago."Flint waited."The entity has been attending final regressions for longer than I can express to you in a duration you would recognize as
ONLY BAD WORK FEARS BEING WATCHED.
The Collective's review took nine days.Reyes and her two colleagues spent the first three with Terra, going through five months of substrate documentation with the specific thoroughness of people whose professional reputation depended on getting the assessment right. Terra answered every question without defensiveness, showing her raw data alongside her interpretations, making clear which was which.The next three days were spent with the twelve, individually and in small groups, and then with representatives from the southwest settlements who happened to still be at the academy finishing their framework adoption.The final three days Reyes spent, unannounced, simply present. Sitting at the field's edge for hours at a time. Attending a session six run for the fourth external settlement's arriving practitioners. Standing in the practitioner hall listening to Dylan teach.On the ninth ev
THE COLLECTIVE'S ACQUISITION
The Collective's formal inquiry arrived on the hundred and fifty-first day.Not a communication. A delegation. Three senior representatives from the Collective's independent oversight channel — the same body that had been documenting the governance review, the maritime network reconstruction, the army recovery — arrived at the academy's ground gate with the specific formality of an institution that had decided a conversation needed to happen in person rather than through relay.Dylan met them first, because Dylan had become, without anyone officially assigning it, the person the academy's various threads ran through.He brought them to the practitioner hall, where Flint was reviewing the fourth settlement's framework request with two of the twelve.The lead representative was a woman perhaps sixty years old, grey at the temples, the specific composure of someone who had spent decades adju
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