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The doors of Lord Jordan’s grand hall slammed open.
A lone warrior stumbled in—bloodied, limping, one arm dangling uselessly by his side. His armor was cracked, his blade broken. The stench of burned qi clung to him like smoke.
Guards reached for their weapons, but Jordan raised a hand. “Let him speak.”
The warrior collapsed to one knee, panting. “M-My lord… it’s about… Drake…”
Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “He’s dead. You were sent to make sure of it.”
The warrior shook his head violently. “No, my lord. You don’t understand… he awakened something—someone—inside him. It wasn’t just Drake anymore…”
Jordan frowned. “What are you saying?”
“Fourteen of us,” the warrior choked. “He—he slaughtered them. Fast. Merciless. Like a monster. He fought like an Advanced Master—no, worse. Like something ancient.”
Jordan stood slowly from his throne, descending the steps with calm menace.
“You’re telling me a boy with no background, no family, and no cultivation, killed fourteen of my elite warriors?”
“My lord, I—”
Crack!
In a blur, Jordan’s hand pierced straight through the warrior’s chest.
The hall fell silent as the man’s eyes widened, then dulled.
Jordan withdrew his hand, letting the body fall.
“Lies,” he muttered, flicking the blood off his fingers.
“No brat from the streets can become a threat overnight.”
But deep inside… something stirred. A faint chill of doubt.
“Still…” he whispered, turning to his advisor. “Send word to Koda. Tell him it’s time to pay Erin a visit. And if Drake is alive…”
He clenched his fist.
“I’ll bury him with my own hands.”
**********
Drake stood in the silence of his shed, fists clenched, eyes burning.
The energy inside him pulsed wildly. He could feel it—raw power, dark and untamed. His body had never felt so alive. So dangerous.
“I need to test it,” he muttered. “I need to find someone—anyone—to fight.”
“Stop.”
Sky’s voice echoed in his mind, sharper than usual.
“You reveal yourself now, you attract things you can’t handle yet. Hunters, assassins… or worse.”
Drake gritted his teeth. “What’s the point of power if I can’t use it?”
Sky appeared in the soul realm, eyes glowing brighter than ever. A powerful aura surrounded him—calm, yet terrifying.
Drake’s eyes widened. “Wait… you’ve changed.”
Sky nodded.
“As you grow, so do I. With your first Qi awakening and system sync, I’ve broken into *God of War: Level 1.”*
Drake blinked. “That’s… a real realm?”
“A forbidden one.” Sky smirked. “Long lost. But we’ll talk about that later.”
Knock knock.
Drake’s head snapped up.
Someone was at the door.
He opened it slowly to find a tall man in blue uniform armor. His badge glowed with a warrior emblem.
“I’m Inspector Laren,” the man said. “On behalf of the Warrior Academy, you’ve been selected as a candidate. Report to the South Gate by dawn.”
Drake blinked. “Me?”
Laren glanced at a scroll. “Drake Kairo. Yeah. You’ve caught some attention.”
He handed Drake a sealed letter and walked off.
Sky’s voice hummed.
“Looks like fate isn’t done with you yet.”---
Scene 3: The Academy Gate
The next morning, the South Gate was packed.
Over a thousand candidates stood waiting—young warriors, noble heirs, street-born fighters, and gifted outcasts like Drake.
Whispers buzzed through the air.
Then a sleek aircar landed nearby, and out stepped a striking figure—Syrian Kane.
Tall, confident, with piercing silver eyes and flowing hair, Syrian wore the crest of the Kane Family, one of Star City's top four noble lineages.
He walked calmly through the crowd… and stopped right in front of Drake.
Drake tensed.
“Drake Kairo, right?” Syrian said, smiling. “Heard your name.”
He extended a hand. “Respect.”
Drake hesitated, then shook it.
⟨Ding!⟩
[Alert: Syrian Kane is attempting to copy your ability using Bloodline Technique: Mimic Touch.] [Accept Ability Access? — YES / NO]Drake froze.
Inside his head, Sky hissed,
Drake pressed NO in his mind.
The moment their hands touched, nothing happened. Syrian’s smile faltered for half a second—but he quickly masked it.
“Tch. Strange…” Syrian muttered under his breath before walking away.
“Good,” Sky said. “He couldn’t copy you. Keep it that way.”
Moments later, a loud voice echoed through the area.
“All candidates, line up!”
A tall, powerful woman stepped onto the stage. She wore a long blue robe lined with silver flame symbols, her aura pulsing with terrifying pressure. She was an Advanced God of War.
“I’m Inspector Rina,” she said coldly. “Before you even think about stepping foot into the Academy, we’ll test your strength.”
A massive machine appeared beside her—thick, reinforced, with a glowing plate in the center.
“You will each punch once. Your result will determine your starting class.”
She raised her hand.
“Below 35,000 kg – DC Rank.”
“35,000 to 49,999 – B Rank.” “50,000+ – C Rank and above.”The crowd tensed.
One by one, students began punching. Explosions of energy echoed with each strike.
Then—Syrian Kane stepped forward.
He smiled confidently, stepped up, and punched.
BOOM!
The screen flashed: 51,000 KG – C RANK
The crowd gasped.
“Impressive,” Rina said calmly. Syrian was handed a sleek black academy watch, engraved with his ID.
Then it was Drake’s turn.
He approached the machine. Sky’s voice echoed.
“Hold back. Don’t show your true strength yet. Not here.”
Drake frowned. “Why? Wouldn’t it help to rank up?”
“No. Power invites enemies. And you’re not ready.”
Drake hesitated… then obeyed.
He threw a light punch.
BANG!
Result: 34,000 KG – DC RANK
Laughter echoed from the crowd. Syrian raised an eyebrow.
Drake was handed a gray watch, the lowest rank class.
Sky said, “Good. Now you’re invisible.”
---
Scene 5: Choosing an Ability Book
Inside the academy's outer hall, shelves of glowing Ability Scrolls hovered mid-air. Students crowded around, choosing one each.
Fire, water, shadow, wind, metal, psychic—it was overwhelming.
Drake whispered, “Sky, which one suits me?”
Sky replied, “Ask your system.”
⟨Ding!⟩
[Best match for Hybrid Bloodline: FIRE STYLE – Ashfire Fist (Rare)]Drake reached out and grabbed the flaming scroll.
“Good choice,” said a familiar voice behind him.
Syrian smirked, holding a lightning-style scroll. “You’ll need it.”
Drake said nothing.
---
Scene 6: Combat Class Begins
Later, they gathered on a wide combat field.
Their instructor stepped forward.
A blindfolded man in plain robes, holding a wooden cane.
Everyone whispered.
“Is this a joke?”
“He’s blind…”
Then—⟨Ding!⟩
[Warning: Instructor’s level exceeds Earth Tier]
[Estimated Rank: Unknown – High Divine Class Detected]Drake’s eyes widened.
Sky spoke one word:
“Run.”
-........to be continued
END OF CHAPTER THREE
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