The God-Tier Beast Architect

Chapter 9 Class E : The Gathering Place of Losers

The Class E dormitory was not a building, but a series of underground cells located behind the school's mana waste disposal pipes. The atmosphere was stifling, a musty odor dominating the air, mingled with the poor-quality mana residue from heaters that were constantly breaking down. There were no light crystals there, only cheap, flickering magic torches that cast desperate, dancing shadows against the damp concrete walls.

Kenzo pushed open the creaky metal door. As he stepped inside, at least twelve pairs of eyes, hollowed by malnutrition and stress, turned toward him. The room was vast but packed with rusted folding cots squeezed tightly together.

"New loser," muttered a gaunt, skinny man who was busy trying to repair the mechanical spider legs of his Beast. "Take bed number 24. The only one left is near the main vent. The air from there will sting your eyes if you don't wear goggles."

Kenzo did not respond. He walked to the designated cot and tossed his backpack, which contained only a few emergency combat supplies. He sat down quietly, his eyes scanning the room. He spotted a girl named Mia, who was crying silently while trying to feed her silkworm. There was also Hans, a stocky boy with an aura of dejection, stroking a small, malnourished black mouse.

Class E. A gathering of teenagers whose Beasts were declared genetically defective, or whose mana integrity was deemed stunted. In the hierarchy of Aethelgard, they were the dregs of society.

"What's your name?" Hans asked, without looking away from the mouse.

"Yulian," Kenzo replied shortly.

"I'm Hans. That's Mia. The others are just waiting in despair for tomorrow's academy cleaning excavation schedule." Hans chuckled bitterly. "In other classes, they're taught high-level dragon summoning or elemental fire control, and us? We’re just given the disposal quota so if there’s a poison gas leak in the lower labs, we’re the first to be sacrificed."

Kenzo stayed silent for a moment, his hand hidden in his coat pocket, gently stroking Nihilus as it resisted the urge to devour the stray energy in the room. "Why do you stay here? If the system considers you trash, why not just leave?"

"Leave?" Mia looked up, her tear-filled eyes staring at Kenzo with hatred. "The outside world is worse than this. If we leave without an Aethelgard diploma, we’ll be hunted by the Goldenthorn clan for owning 'illegal' Beasts. Here, we’re forced to die slowly so the clans above don’t have to get their hands dirty."

Kenzo felt his blood boil. This exploitation wasn’t just about the caste system, it was the systematic theft of a future.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Three students in academy armor, all from Class B with conspicuous gold emblems on their shoulders, entered without permission. One of them carried a stun baton that crackled loudly.

"Yo, look at these E-Class rejects gossiping," shouted the Class B leader, an arrogant youth with blonde hair shaved on the sides. His name was Rogen. His Beast, a steel-scaled Cobra, coiled around his arm, hissing hungrily. "Today is sparring practice. The instructor said one of you needs to end up in the infirmary for the class evaluation. Keep the class power average in check."

Mia shrank back, clutching her silkworm in terror. Hans stood up, his hands clenched tight, though his mouse looked helpless against the aura of Rogen’s high-class Cobra.

"Leave Mia alone." Hans stood tall in front of his friends.

"Oho? So you want to be a hero? You low-caste piece of trash!" Rogen laughed. His Cobra spat a cloud of poison gas that made everyone in the room struggle for breath.

Kenzo remained seated, pretending to be indifferent. He allowed his Eye of Origin to process every muscle movement of Rogen and the response of his Cobra. Rogen wasn’t a great fighter, he relied purely on aura superiority. His movement techniques were sloppy, and his center of gravity leaned too far to the right, the result of instant, forced training from his clan.

Rogen approached Hans and slammed his stun baton into his stomach. Hans staggered and collapsed to the floor. Before Rogen could land a second blow on Hans's head, an oil-stained boot pinned the tip of the baton just an inch from the floor.

Kenzo stood up. His face was lowered, but the aura around him felt static, as if absorbing all the noise in the room.

"Boring," Kenzo muttered.

"What?" Rogen’s eyes widened, then he smiled condescendingly. "Ah, the new kid who registered with that cat, right? Want to die too, Yulian?"

"You're awfully loud for someone whose Beast can only crawl." Kenzo took a deep breath. Before Rogen could swing his fist, Kenzo moved with unnatural speed. He pivoted his body with an incredibly efficient center of gravity, a maneuver never taught in Aethelgard’s elite classes.

THWACK!

A heavy blow landed on Rogen’s temple. It wasn’t a burning mana strike, but a mechanical blow aimed precisely at the central nervous system. Rogen reeled, his vision darkening for a moment.

"You bastard!" Rogen’s Cobra lunged at Kenzo with venomous fangs.

Kenzo didn't even glance at it. Nihilus, appearing only as a thin black wisp from Kenzo’s pocket, moved faster. With a micro-dimensional twitch, it created a spatial barrier around the Cobra’s fangs. The snake was repelled, smashing into the wall and passing out instantly as its energy was drained clean by Nihilus’s small nihilism.

Silence instantly smothered the Class E dormitory. Rogen, sprawled on the floor, looked at Kenzo with sheer terror. He had never seen a low-caste fighter who used zero aura but possessed the precision of an Imperial elite soldier.

"Training session is over," Kenzo said in a cold tone. He stared at Rogen, who was shivering violently. "Take your beast and tell your instructors. If you step foot in this room again with the intention of bullying, don't blame me if Class B is empty tomorrow."

Rogen dragged his comrades and his unconscious Cobra, fleeing the room as if pursued by death itself.

After the door closed, all the Class E students stared at Kenzo with wide eyes. No one spoke for ten full seconds. Hans, still sitting on the floor, finally broke the silence with a low laugh.

"You ... you just defeated a Class B student with your bare hands without a hint of mana detected? Yulian, who the hell are you?"

Kenzo didn't answer. He simply returned to his cot and lay down, pulling his coat over his face. He heard footsteps in the hallway. Instructor Hauer. The enigmatic old man had been standing by the door the whole time, watching the brief performance with narrowed eyes.

"Quite interesting," Hauer muttered softly, though his voice was audible to Kenzo through the cracked door. "A man without a shadow, with an undetectable Beast ... this academy has just been visited by a very dangerous virus, or perhaps the omnivore we need."

Kenzo did not look toward the door. He closed his eyes. He knew tonight was only the introduction. Tomorrow, a greater challenge awaited in the forest exam.

"Listen, everyone." Kenzo spoke without opening his eyes, his voice now echoing in every corner of the drab dorm. "You say you want to escape this fate? You say your Beasts are weak because you're cursed? You're wrong. You’ve just never been taught how to manipulate the rules. Tonight, I will show you how. But remember one condition,  there is no turning back once we start this."

The mood in Class E shifted within minutes. The despair that had bound them seemed to vanish, replaced by an aura of dark determination, something radiated by a Yulian who had no aura, but carried an authority that could make even kings kneel.

That night, in the dirtiest room in the entire academy, Kenzo started his revolution. There was no bloody rebellion that day, but within every loser’s Beast in that room, seeds of Void evolution were secretly planted by the Architect of Trash. They wouldn't become model students, but they would become a storm ready to sink the ivory tower of Goldenthorn without anyone realizing it.

Life in Class E had just begun, and Kenzo Julian had locked the door tight. He was no longer one of them; he was their commander. And everyone who had tasted the poison of resistance could no longer turn away from his cold gaze, directed toward the ruins of the empire he had already designed in his mind.

Tomorrow, the forest would be the witness. The exam was no longer about survival, but about moral slaughter for every arrogant aristocrat. Kenzo took a deep breath, letting the residual energy from the fight be absorbed back into Nihilus, preparing everything for the true Forbidden Forest Exam. For the residents of Class E, this was a glimmer of hope, for the Goldenthorn clan, this was the end of the comfort they had built upon the suffering of others.

Now, it was time to rest, for tomorrow would be the darkest day in the academy’s history. And in that darkness, their clan would vanish without a sound, consumed by the monsters they had created as trash.