System Activated: Divine Talent Granted

Chapter Seven

Oliver uncalled the armor, and it went back into his arsenal in a blink of an eye.

"I better complete the Daily quests and get the rewards so I can add more points to my strength attribute and get more stronger." Oliver concluded as he got down to the ground and began the pushups.

Unlike before when Oliver struggled to complete only one push-up, this time he was able to do ten without breaking a sweat.

[COMPLETE 10 PUSHUPS ✓]

A notification popped up right in front of Oliver after completing the last push-up,and he went to the side of his room and picked up his wooden cupboard, lifting it above his head. He kept bringing it down and lifting it up continuously, until he received the notification.

[lift 10kg ✓]

Oliver then shifted his gaze to the window screen to see the rest of the quests.

"Sleep eight hours a day is what I do naturally, but right now I can't since it's morning already. And as for the last quest, I'll complete it when running to school." Oliver concluded as he glanced outside the window and could see the morning sun already burning brightly.

Oliver picked up his towel and walked into the bathroom to get ready for school. 

In less than twenty minutes, Oliver stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed in his rough white uniform that was stained with both blood and dirt. He straightened his uniform while glancing at himself in the mirror.

"Why don't I feel nervous?" Oliver mused while combing his sporting black hair. 

Every morning Oliver gets himself ready for school, he always feel nervous and panicked about seeing the faces of Christopher and his friends, and also getting bullied by them. But today, he felt nothing like that.

After making sure everything was set, he stepped out of the room and locked the door before heading out. Oliver made his way to the broad highway before dashing forward as fast as his legs could carry him as he made his way to the school.

He ran for several minutes, before finally arriving in front of his school's building.

"I arrived a bit faster than usual. I guess I'm really changing after all." Oliver smirked as he straightened his uniform before walking into the school premisses and made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The cafeteria section was divided into two buildings. One building was for he affluent students with rich families and powerful talents, while the second building to the left was for the low rankers and also those who can't afford a meal.

Since Oliver lacked the money to afford a meal of his own and was also poor, he always eats in the left hand side cafeteria. And even though the cafeteria was meant for people like him, he still got treated like an outcast.

Oliver made his way into the cafeteria and walked towards the lady distributing the meal. There was a long queue in front of the lady, and since Oliver arrived a bit late, he went to the extreme end of the line and stood patiently.

The line began to reduce gradually as students received their meal and went to their various seat. When it almost to to Oliver's turn, three towering student barged into the line and stood in front of him.

Oliver opened his mouth to complain, but after catching a glimpse of the guys faces, he refrained from saying anything.

"Do you have anything to say, trash?" Christopher glared at him and questioned. Oliver shook his head in response. "That's what I thought." Christopher spat before retrieving his meal and walked to an empty seat with his friends.

The students around all had a puzzled expression on their faces as they watched Christopher sit in the cafeteria that was meant for low level students. 

Oliver finally retrieved his own tray and glanced at it with a frown. Sitting on the tray was a single mould of bread that as the size of a baby's fist, and a small cup of watery mango juice beside it.

"What's the matter, trash?" The lady serving the food spat out in anger while glaring at Oliver in disdain.

"This wasn't what you've been serving everyone else." Oliver complained, his eyes still glued to the tray.

"So what? Do you have a problem with that? You expect me to serve you the same quantity as the rest? You must be so joker!" The lady voice out without holding back. 

Oliver stood there for a few more minutes and knew arguing with her would only be a waste of time, so he turned around and began to walk to his seat. 

While Oliver made his way to his seat, he heard someone called him from behind.

"Hey, Olive Oil! Why don't you come sit with us? We wish to get a taste from your food!" Christopher's voice reverberated throughout the cafeteria.

Oliver paused his steps but didn't turn around to face him, and he resumed his steps, ignoring Christopher's words completely.

"Did he just..." Christopher struggled to believe what just happened, and his face became bright red in anger. "You know what to do, Ken." He then turned to face one of his friends named Ken.

Ken rose from his seat and dashed forward, blocking Oliver's path. 

"Are you deaf? Christopher wants a taste from your food." Ken informed in a deep and rugged voice while standing in front of Oliver and preventing him from moving forward.

"T-this is all I've got." Oliver responded honestly. "And I haven't eaten a thing since yesterday morning, so just let me go please." He added.

"Do I look like I give a fuck? I don't care if you have eaten anything or not. We need your tray, and that's final!" Ken voiced out in an audible tone.

"I am afraid that won't happen." Oliver stood his ground and glared right into the eyes of Ken.

"What did you just say?" Ken questioned in disbelief.

"I said that won't happen!" Oliver responded.