While the Alpha Class was glowing in the golden glow of Alex's little party, the atmosphere in the senior training grounds was vastly different bitter and thick with the scent of unfulfilled ambition.
In the West Wing Academy, age was a ticking clock. If a student reached forty without achieving the Early-Phase Gold Stage, the dream of Ascension died. They were left with two grim choices: stay as "Helpers" or junior professor if you somehow evolute to golden stage, or other option is be cast out into a world that had no mercy for the stagnant.
In the center of the Senior Arena, a circle of students stood in a tense, brooding silence. Most were nobodies like Silver Early or Middle phases who had lost hope years ago. A few were even Bronze Peak cannon fodders, desperate for any scrap of mana. The rest of their peers had already vanished, some taking jobs as helpers others simply disappearing.
At the head of this desperate pack stood Gideon. At thirty-five, he had less than five years to trigger a major evolution to Gold.he was at silver Peak from last five years, His odds were plummeting, and his heart had become a cauldron of jealousy.
"Look at them," Gideon spat, his voice rasping. "Feasting on Snow-Leopard Carp while we count the days until we're kicked into the dirt."
i wish alex was girl so i can atleast fuck her!! damnit those arrogant bastards...
He paced the stone floor, his eyes burning. "These juniors are monsters. Give them two years, and they'll be ordering us around like servants. If we want to maintain our dignity—and their resources now is the time to show them their place."
Amy, also a silver peak stage a prominent member of the Mage Club, leaned against a nearby pillar. As one of the brightest in the magical arts circle, she was more analytical than the rest.
"And what exactly do you propose, Gideon?" Amy asked skeptically. "You saw the duel, Rank 1 and Rank 2... I don't have the confidence to stand against them in a straight fight. That Ragnor boy is a seasoned killer, and Kellen has a Great House behind him."
"Who said anything about a fair fight?" Gideon sneered. "Haven't you heard of bullying the weak, Amy? We gang up on them. Even Kellen can be broken if we swarm him. But his voice dropped, "we don't touch that Ragnor bastard. He has Olivia as a backer. We touch him, and we won't even live long enough to remember how we died."
"But is this even allowed? How is it fair?" asked Jones, a Silver Early-Phase student.
Gideon's aura suddenly erupted, slamming into Jones like a physical weight. Jones hit his knees, gasping as the pressure crushed his lungs.
"Fair?" Gideon snarled, his eyes bulging with suppressed rage. "Nothing is fair in this cut-throat world! And secondly, who told you to speak when your father is talking, you bastard?!"
Amy sighed, pushing off the pillar. "Fine. What's the plan?"
"James," Gideon barked, looking at a Silver Middle-Phase Boy. "Take ten of these Silver Early trash with you. Start with the Bronze freshmen. Collect their stones, then move to the Silver Newbies. Leave Kellen to me and Amy."
i really want to see look on that rich asshole when he sees the higher world.
Gideon's face twisted into a dark, predatory grin. "They are talented, yes, but they are green. They haven't faced the 'Initiation' yet. The statutes allow 'instructional sparring' for resource challenges. It's not bullying; it's survival. We take their stones, and we make our final push for Gold."
"And the Professors?" another asked nervously.
"Noah and Valerius love a fight," Gideon laughed harshly. "As long as we don't kill them, the Academy calls it 'tempering' the blades. Tomorrow, when they head to private training, we strike."
Unaware of the vultures circling above, the freshmen were finishing their banquet. Ryan sat at the head of the VIP table, his eyes occasionally drifting toward the dark glass of the canteen windows. His corporate-trained instincts were prickling; he knew that a sudden rise to power always invited a counter-push.
"Ryan, you're unusually quiet," Jasmine said softly, leaning toward him.
"The wine is fine, Jasmine," Ryan replied. "I was just calculating the cost of this banquet."
Alex laughed, overhearring him. "Don't worry about the stones, Ryan! My family allowance is more than enough."
"I wasn't talking about Mana Stones, Alex," Ryan said, his voice dropping an octave, silencing the table. "I was talking about the target you've painted on our backs. We are 30 alpha class freshmen eating like kings while the Seniors watch through the glass. In their eyes, we aren't students. We're walking treasure chests."
The table went silent. Lucas stopped mid-bite. David's hand instinctively moved toward the saber resting against his chair.
"Let them come," David muttered, his eyes turning into shards of ice. "I've been looking for an excuse to test my new Ragnor techniques on someone who can actually take a hit."
Ryan swirled the dark red liquid in his glass, watching the reflection of the canteen lights dance like a distant fire.
"They will come. And when they do, we don't just win. We break them. If we want a peaceful ten years here, the first lesson we teach must be the last one they ever need."
after party was over, in room of Ryan , " are you sure that they will not target me and you?"David
"yes they don't have guts to do it with olivia here, but they will chew down rest "ryan says
"so are we going to help ?" asks david and looks at ryan, he also looks back and they both starts laughing hahahaha
are we fucking saints hahahaha , "no we will watch everyone go down one by one and can you deliver one message to lucas for me before going to bed" ryan
david "sure"
at lucas room , "knock, knock"
lucas opens the room and sees the david, " hey david listen i am not that type of person i am into ladies"
david veins starts to show at his heads"you asshole just listen and keep your mouth shut, my lord have one message for you".