Oliver picked himself off the floor and wiped the dust off his body. He straightened his shirt before heading to his class room. After walking down the hallway for a few minutes he finally arrived in front of the classroom and he walked in slowly.
Stepping into the class, Oliver found the students already seated and a teacher standing in front of the class. All eyes shifted towards Oliver the moment he walked in, and everyone all had a look of disgust after realizing who it was.
"Look would finally decided to join us." The female teacher muttered as she glared at Oliver in hate and disdain.
"I'm sorry..I had to run all the way here and then got into an accident." Oliver explained in a timid tone, and his head facing the concrete floor in shame.
"Of course, you lack money to use the public transportation. A trash like you can't even afford $5 to board a cab or an Uber? You are a disgrace, Oliver Beckett." The teacher known as Mrs Jane spat without holding back, and all Oliver could do was bury his head down with his blood boiling.
Since Oliver failed to awaken a talent on his sixteenth birthday, everyone turned their backs on him and also began to treat him like trash. His parents and family members who once loved him began to push him away the moment they realized he has no talent, and in no time he became a stranger to them and was forced to live all on his own.
Even the students and teachers only sees him as a trash that isn't worth to be living, and no one skips an opportunity to make him feel less of a human and remind him constantly about how unless he was in this world.
"Why is he even here anyway? We are having a test that requires us to display our talents, but this trash has nothing so I do not see any reason for his presence here!" A female student who sat in the first row of the class retorted, and her voice dripping with disgust as she glared at Oliver.
The girl's name was Davina Lee. The class's most beautiful and powerful female student. Her talent was almost on par with the teachers in the academy, and everyone treated her with respect.
"Davina is right! This trash would only be a waste of space here! He should go clean the toilets or sweep the school's premises instead of being here!" A girl who sat beside Davina chimed in, backing up the words of Davina.
The girl was known as Lydia Sparrow, the lackey of Davina and one of Oliver's top bullies.
"I understand how you all feel...believe me when I say I do. If it was up to me I would have sent out this trash to go wash the toilets and take out the trash, but the law states that all students should participate in this test." Mrs Jane remarked in a respectful tone.
"Is this guy supposed to be considered a student here? He's more of a nonliving thing! Anyone with no talent aren't refered to as living things anymore!" Davina retorted.
"I'm afraid it's the rule, Davina. All students should participate in the test." Mrs Jane responded with a slight bow, before shifting her gaze towards Oliver and glared at him in hate. "Go sit down, worthless human being." She spat.
Oliver nodded before walking to the extreme end of the class and sat down. His sit as isolated from the rest of the student's sit, and sometimes he could hardly hear the teachings of the teacher due to the distance.
Oliver sat on his seat, his blood boiling in both anger and sadness, and tears also gathered up in his eyes. But Oliver tried his best to not let it flow, afraid that if the students found out he was crying it would only add to his humiliation.
"Let's begin the test please!" Mrs Jane declared. "Once you hear your name please step forward and give us a glimpse of what your talent is all about!" She added,and the students gave a round of applause.
The teacher began by calling the names of the students one by one, and as their names were called, they stepped forward and displayed their abilities. The students displayed several abilities once they heard their names.
The ones with telekinesis ability were able to repeal chair and lift it into the air with their minds. The ones with elemental abilities like Fire, air, water, Earth, were able to create a glimpse of the ability. The fire users created a small flame at the top of their finger. The air users made the whole class filled with winds and caused the books on the desk to fly around.
The water users controlled the water inside several students water bottles and was able to bring it out the bottle and formed a weapon. While the earth users stomped their foot on the floor and a round earth rose.
The test carried on with students displaying several unique abilities, until it finally got to Oliver's turn.
"Oliver Beckett, please step forward!" Mrs Jane ordered. Oliver stood up from his chair and walked to the front of the class sluggishly. The students he walked past kept laughing at him as he made his way to the front.
Oliver stood in front the whole class, and his gaze glued to the floor, afraid of making eye contact.
"Oliver, please show us your ability." Mrs Jackson e instructed. Oliver nodded sluggishly as he slowly joined his palms together and shut his eyes.
He knew nothing would work, but he was really hoping for a miracle that would save him from all these humiliation. If he could manage to produce something peculiar, it means he won't get humiliated for not having any ability.
"You know what, that's enough, trash!" Mrs Jane shouted in anger after watching Oliver just stand there doing nothing for several minutes.
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Chapter 927
The command bridge of the Radiant Vanguard was a place of ghosts and static. The air tasted of ozone, burned copper, and the phantom scent of long-dead gardens. Everywhere Oliver looked, he saw the flickering, glitching edges of a reality that was being unstitched. His metal-fused right hand rested on the console. The dark, oily veins that snaked up his neck felt cold, not the cold of ice, but the cold of a dying star. He was the Anchor, yet he felt himself slipping, becoming less of a commander and more of a coordinate in a vast, uncaring calculation. He needed to be precise. He needed to be absolute."Status," Oliver said. His voice was a flat, grating vibration that seemed to make the very air ripple.Billy sat huddled over the navigation array, his fingers moving in frantic, jerky motions. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the exhaustion of someone who had watched his own mind be raided by a god. "The rift is ahead, boss. The Chasm of Erasure. It's… it’s not just a hole in
Chapter 926
The giant, burning sun looked down at Commander Oliver. The boiling white star cracked open. A massive, slitted pupil stretched across the entire sky.The Overlord was staring directly at him through the eye of a dying sun. The heat was apocalyptic. The light was blinding. Oliver did not freeze. He did not drop his weapon. His human left hand gripped the glowing gray sword of pure data. The sword hummed with silent, deadly power. The Chief Medical Officer kneeled on the deck in front of Oliver. The monster wearing the doctor's face smiled. It waited for Oliver to surrender to the giant eye in the sky. "You are just a bug looking up at a god," the doctor whispered. Oliver stared into the massive sun. "A god is a biological error," Oliver stated cleanly. "Errors must be deleted."Oliver swung the glowing gray sword downward. He did not aim for the giant sun. He aimed for the doctor's neck. The blade sliced flawlessly through the monster's flesh. The doctor's head fell to the metal
Chapter 925
The smiling face of the Chief Medical Officer glowed in the blinding light of the dying star. Commander Oliver stood at the very front of the rusted flagship. He held his invisible shield of pure logic. The shield blocked the deadly spears of fear and sadness. It kept his crew safe. But the smiling doctor raised a clipboard made of pure white light. He tapped a finger against the glowing glass. "A shield can block a weapon, Oliver," the doctor whispered. His voice bypassed the vacuum of space and echoed directly inside Oliver's helmet. "But a shield cannot block a memory. A memory comes from the inside." The doctor tapped the board one final time. The invisible wall of logic cracked. It did not shatter into pieces, but tiny, glowing fissures opened in the barrier. The psychic spears of the Wraithborn did not wait. They slipped perfectly through the cracks. They rained down on the silver ship like silent, invisible lightning. The spears did not break the metal hull. They phased
Chapter 924
The giant, rusted heart beat slowly in the dark void. Black blood dripped from its massive veins. Standing on top of the awful thing was the corrupted ghost of Lira. She looked at Commander Oliver with eyes full of weeping black ink. "You left me in the dark," the broken ghost whispered. Her voice carried the sound of crying children and grinding stones. "Now you will drown in it."Oliver stood on the bridge of the rusted flagship. He looked at the ghost of the woman who had saved his life. A tiny, painful spark tried to ignite inside his human chest. It was a memory of her pure white light. It was a memory of her beautiful sacrifice. The Overlord had taken her beautiful sacrifice and turned it into dirty magic. The dark god wanted Oliver to feel guilt. The Overlord knew that guilt made human hands shake. Guilt made commanders hesitate. Oliver did not hesitate. He forced the tiny spark of sadness deep into the locked metal box inside his mind. He turned the key. He became perfect
Chapter 923
The word bounced around inside his skull. “Murderer.” It did not sound like the booming voice of the Overlord. It did not sound like the cold, robotic hum of the System Administrator. It sounded exactly like his own voice. Commander Oliver fell to his knees on the glass floor. The terrible weight of a trillion erased lives crashed into his nervous system. He felt their final, silent screams burning inside his chest. He felt the terror of the mothers and the fathers. His human heart beat so violently it felt like it would break his ribs. His lungs gasped for air. He was drowning in a sudden, massive ocean of pure grief. He looked at Captain Iris. She was weeping on the floor, her hands covering her face. He wanted to reach out to her. He wanted to tell her that the math was a cruel lie. But a bright red warning light flashed inside his dark visor. [CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE. EMOTIONAL COMPROMISE DETECTED. PURGE IMMINENT.] Oliver closed his eyes. He forced the human feelings back
Chapter 922
The cold hand on Commander Oliver’s metal shoulder faded away. The frantic tapping on his spine stopped. The ghost of Billy from five seconds in the future vanished into the white light. The warning was clear. Run. Oliver did not run. A machine does not fear the future. A machine drives straight through it. The silver flagship tore out of the violent singularity. The massive fleet of human and mutant ships burst into the quiet, frozen space of Sector Zero. The roaring noise of the dimensional tunnel instantly died. Complete, absolute silence wrapped around the ships. Oliver stood at the front window of the command deck. His human gray eye and his burning red eye scanned the new battlefield. Sector Zero was not a normal sector of space. There were no stars here. There were no black holes or burning suns. The space was a topology of pure paradox. Huge waterfalls of black liquid flowed upside down into a white sky. Giant staircases made of glass twisted around each other, leading
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