2025-02-18 01:00:56Oliver 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.
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Chapter 315. The Watchers
The next day felt different. It wasn’t just the glances. It was the silence that followed him everywhere.Conversations stopped when Oliver entered a room. Laughter dimmed when he passed through the halls. Even the teachers, who used to look through him, seemed to hesitate before speaking his name during roll call.He had become something else, someone people whispered about but didn’t dare approach.The System’s faint hum was ever-present in the back of his mind. Its interface flickered from time to time, little digital sparks dancing across his vision like static.[Warning: Observation detected.][Source: Unknown.]Each time, the words vanished as quickly as they appeared. By lunch, Oliver was starting to feel the weight of those invisible eyes. Every corner of the academy seemed to breathe. The cameras on the walls. The students whose gazes lingered too long. Even the shadows under the stairwell seemed to watch him.It wasn’t paranoia. He knew it. The System didn’t lie. Someone,
Chapter 314. Sparks Of Defiance
The memory still burned. It wasn’t just a single moment, it was a wound replaying itself every time Oliver walked down the corridor. The laughter. The sneers. The way they had knocked his books to the ground and kicked them across the floor as if his dignity were something to toy with.The worst part wasn’t the pain. It was the look in their eyes, like he wasn’t even worth hitting seriously. That day, something inside him broke, but something else… woke up.The morning sun spilled through the academy’s tall glass windows, painting long stripes across the polished floor. Students hurried past, chatting, laughing, and pretending the world made sense. Oliver walked alone through the crowd, his steps quiet, his eyes fixed ahead.He had changed, though most couldn’t see it. His hair was slightly longer now, falling over his forehead, his back straighter, and his expression calm, too calm. Inside, the System whispered, faint like wind brushing through his mind.[Physical energy resonance
Chapter 313. The Return of the Lost
The battlefield was quiet. Too quiet. The Crown hung in the air, black and still, like a dead star. Its once-blinding light had vanished, leaving only faint ripples of energy that shimmered like heat above the shattered ground. The wind no longer screamed. Even the mist had fallen, curling in thin, dying streams around Grelich’s boots. He stared at the floating relic with hollow eyes. “Mara.”Garrick limped closer, his armor cracked, blood trickling from a wound near his ribs. “She’s gone, isn’t she?”Grelich didn’t answer. His throat felt tight. His hands, once alive with runes, were dim and trembling. The runes had burned out, empty vessels now. The price of too much magic.He sank to one knee, clutching the dirt. “I told her not to go that deep. I told her.”The ground trembled before he could finish. A pulse. Soft at first, then heavier, like a heartbeat made of thunder. Garrick spun around. “What was that?”Grelich looked up. The Crown. It was moving again. Not spinning, breath
Chapter 312
The mirror Mara stared into rippled like a living thing. Her reflection grinned, wide, confident, wrong. The crimson glow in its eyes pulsed in time with the heartbeat that still thundered through the air.“You always wanted to be strong, didn’t you?” the reflection whispered. Its voice was her own, only smoother. “Strong enough to save him. Strong enough not to need anyone.”Mara backed away. “You’re not me.”“Oh, but I am.” The reflection stepped closer to the glass, movements perfectly mirrored. “I’m the part that didn’t cry when you thought Oliver died. The part that liked killing the Wraithborn. The part that knows power feels good.”“Stop talking.”“You can’t stop what you already are.”The mirror’s surface began to bulge outward, like something pressing from behind. Her reflection’s hand reached forward, fingertips pushing through like water. The glass cracked, spiderweb fractures racing across its surface. Mara took a deep breath, tightened her grip on her daggers, and whisp
Chapter 311
Mara woke to the smell of dust and burned air. Her body ached; every breath felt like broken glass. The dawn sky hung pale over a field of gray glass that stretched to the horizon. No birds. No wind. Just stillness.She pushed herself upright. Her palms stuck to the surface, it was warm, faintly pulsing under her fingers. “Oliver…” she whispered. The name came out raw.A few steps away, Grelich knelt beside the sword. It jutted from the ground at a perfect angle, wrapped in a faint halo of gold and crimson light. Around the hilt floated the half-formed crown, spinning lazily as if it breathed. He didn’t look up. “Don’t touch it.”Mara staggered toward him. “What is it doing?”“Listening,” he said.She frowned. “To what?”Grelich finally turned. His eyes were bloodshot, the skin beneath them bruised. “To us. To him. To whatever is left in between.”Garrick stood farther back with the few surviving rebels, weapons drawn but useless. The air around the sword felt thick, like invisible
Chapter 310
The air in the void cracked with every movement. Oliver swung his sword through another reflection, splitting its chest in half. It dissolved into smoke, but before he could breathe, two more appeared, one with eyes of fire, one with chains of shadow winding around its arms.They didn’t roar or speak. They simply attacked. The clang of metal echoed across the glass plain.Each hit burned Oliver’s skin with heat that wasn’t real. Every strike from them felt like fighting himself, same stance, same weight, same rhythm.He parried a slash, countered with a knee, then pivoted and brought his blade down through another’s shoulder. The light burst outward, searing his face. “Enough!” he shouted, voice echoing through the hollow world. “I’ve had enough of ghosts!” But the reflections didn’t stop.They circled him, hundreds now, their glowing eyes watching, waiting. Each one looked more distorted than the last. One had horns, another wings, another a mouth filled with black flame. They wer
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