Instructor Fatima snapped her fingers. The holographic whiteboard behind her shifted from phonetic formulas to a world topographic map filled with pulsing red dots. In the center of the map, a giant black hunk of rock from outer space, "The Meteorite Outbreak," was seen splitting itself into millions of fragments hurtling toward Earth.
"Listen closely," Fatima's voice deepened, its vibration making skin crawl.
"You are not trained here to be lonely heroes whose names smell sweet only to vanish into the swallow of history. You are the last line of defense against organic mutations that should not exist on this planet."
She touched the screen, bringing up a monster classification structure that silenced the entire class.
"The meteorites that fell hundreds of years ago weren't just rocks. They were biological seeds that absorb whatever DNA they touch," Fatima explained while sliding through visual rows of monsters.
TIER E (Domestic Pests): "Pet mutations. Human-sized chickens or horses with fangs. In settlements, these are just pests to adults, but they can still rip your throat out if you're careless."
TIER D (Wild Predators): "Wild animal mutations. Twice the size of a regular lion or shark. Mountains and the deep sea are their playgrounds. Without a magical foundation, you're just a snack to them."
TIER C (Botanical Terror): "Now, this gets interesting," Fatima smirked. "A mix of plants and animals. They are highly active at night. In the mountains, the tree you lean against might just have a hungry digestive system."
TIER B (The Sentient Storm): "They have intellect. They use elements without chanting, exactly like pure magic. Their birth is usually preceded by tectonic earthquakes. If these appear, the mid-level military steps in. You? Just run."
Arcadiaz swallowed hard, while Adam noted the appearance coordinates of Tier B on his tablet.
"But..." Fatima paused, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper.
"The world goes truly insane when we talk about Tier A. They take human DNA, grow up to 1,000 meters, and have magical capacities equivalent to a military general. They can shrink into ordinary humans for one hour to sneak among us—maybe even sitting in the canteen with you right now."
Reva immediately glanced toward the classroom door in horror. "Don't scare us, Ma'am..."
"Then there is Tier S," Fatima continued, ignoring Reva. "Born from EggyRock, meteorite eggs that absorb fossils of mythological creatures. If you see a Dragon or a Garuda made of space material, that is Tier S. Very rare, but equivalent to legends in history books."
"What about Tier SS, Instructor?" Davina asked, her eyes fixed sharply on the cross symbol between humans and monsters.
"That is both a disgrace and a disaster," Fatima replied coldly. "The result of cross-breeding. Possessing the strength of a monster with the cunning of a human brain. 99.9% of them are pure evil. Only one in a million has a conscience."
"This is the pure monster that falls directly from the sky without needing to mutate, or the final evolution of a Tier SS that has consumed too many victims. They don't need intellect; they are destruction itself."
"Remember one thing," Fatima closed her presentation with an 'ULTRA' symbol blinking yellow.
"These tiers are not static. Every monster can rank up based on the number of victims and damage they cause. Our robotic AI system will calculate their threat in real-time. So, if you meet a Tier E that suddenly glows gold, run as fast as possible before the AI declares it has risen to Tier S."
Gibran cracked his knuckles. "So, basically we're being trained to be space pest control, huh? Cool."
"Not pest control, Gibran," Fatima interjected while staring at the hole in the wall she had made earlier. "You are being trained so you don't become the food for those pests."
The Digital Slendro school bell rang, signaling the end of the morning theory class.
"Class dismissed. Please enjoy the rest of your afternoon before Sunday's selection. And please... no one order martabak through military communication lines again. Your Atma points are precious."
The Aftermath at the Canteen
Building C Canteen, 1st floor. The midday sunlight shimmered through the polymer glass roof, creating a rainbow effect over the metallic dining tables. The aroma of wagyu fried rice and premium instant ramen mixed with the noisy chatter of hundreds of students blowing off steam. Davina, Reva, Adam, and Gibran sat in a circle at their favorite table, surrounded by plates that were nearly empty.
"I still can't get over Tier A," Reva started the conversation while sucking her Vur-booster juice until it made a slruuup sound. "Disguising as a human for an hour? What if my old landlady was actually a monster in disguise just to collect overdue rent?"
Gibran laughed out loud until he almost choked on a piece of chicken. "If your landlady was Tier A, Re, she wouldn't collect money. She'd swallow you whole along with the boarding house! But seriously, Dam, statistically, how often does Tier B appear in urban settlements?"
Adam adjusted his glasses, his fingers dancing over the hologram table displaying real-time data. "The probability is only 0.02% per year in urban zones. But considering the tectonic plate movements of New Jakarta are getting increasingly unstable... well, you guys better practice physically more often than waiting for Mobile Legends skin discounts."
"Why be afraid? As long as there's me and this fire fist, even a Tier B I'll turn into satay!"
Davina only smiled thinly, her eyes watching the water droplets on her glass. "Numbers are important, Gibran. But Vur control is far more crucial. That short chanting technique Instructor Fatima explained... that's the key if we want to survive out there."
"Hello, elite warriors!" A cheerful voice broke their chat.
Adelita appeared with her usual graceful style, but this time she wasn't alone. Beside her stood a girl whose aura felt cool, almost cold, like morning dew.
The girl had straight black hair that fell perfectly on her shoulders. Her eyes were sharp, yet calm. Her Sakti Student Council uniform looked perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle.
"Meet my fellow council member," Adelita introduced enthusiastically. "Shinta Sefira. She's from Kuala Lumpur. She's quiet, but don't mess with her—she's Rank Silver 6."
"Shinta," the girl said briefly. Her voice was low and elegant. She sat with movements so efficient, as if every inch of her motion had been logically calculated.
"Silver 6?! Crazy, two more levels and you're Gold?" Reva gaped. "How does it feel to be in the Student Council, Sis? Is it fun?"
"Exhausting," Shinta replied shortly. "But... the Atma is good. I need it for future savings. Property investment is more promising than just a warrior title."
"Wow, so visionary!" Gibran exclaimed in admiration.
Adelita laughed softly while resting her chin. "So, how was your first day in A-1? Still feel like paradise or already feeling like a nerd simulator?"
"A paradise full of landmines, Sis," Davina answered calmly. "The knowledge is incredible, but the pressure is no joke."
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the service counter.
PRANG! CLANG!
"CHEF! COME ON! Give the rendang a little extra seasoning, why don't you? I need intake to accompany my cricket's martial arts training!" Vasky shouted while trying to snatch the spatula from the chef's hand.
Noval stood beside him, busy tasting the sauce directly from a giant pot. "True, Chef! If Vasky gets hungry he starts biting randomly, better feed him now!"
Strangely, the chef wasn't angry. He actually laughed hysterically while occasionally swatting Vasky's shoulder with a napkin. "You two little rascals! Take it, but wash your own plates afterward!"
"Aye aye, Commander!!!" Vasky saluted like a military member, followed by Gibran who immediately grabbed a plate.
Davina unconsciously kept watching the interaction. There was something interesting about the way Vasky acted—he could be very dangerous in the arena, but very human in the canteen.
Shinta Sefira, who had been silent, suddenly glanced at Davina with a probing look. "You... interested in that prehistoric one?"
Davina started, her face suddenly feeling hot. "Huh? Who? Kak Vasky? No... I just... it's just weird seeing a senior as absurd as him."
"Halah, Vin! Your eyes haven't left him this whole time!" Reva teased while nudging Davina's shoulder.
"Ciee... Davina has a crush on the 'Martabak Thug'?" Adelita chimed in with a mocking, sarcastic tone. "Be careful, Davina. He's hard to predict. Sometimes a genius, sometimes just tofu dregs."
Vasky, who somehow could hear the conversation from 15 meters away, suddenly turned toward their table. He gave a 'V' sign with his fingers while smiling cheekily, then went back to fighting over sausages with Noval.
"See! He noticed!" Reva cheered, making Davina even more flustered as she hid her face behind her glass.
BRAAK!
The sound of a table being slammed hard made the whole canteen turn. Nadia Asri stood from the table across from them with a face full of rage. Her eyes flashed with hatred.
"You guys are seriously noisy!" Nadia snapped, her voice piercingly sharp. "You think this is a market?! Lowly students who can only gossip and laugh mindlessly... you're making me lose my appetite!"
Nadia snatched her expensive bag and stomped away, leaving the canteen atmosphere suddenly awkward.
"Whoops... Is the Princess having PMS?" Gibran whispered.
Shinta Sefira just watched Nadia's back coldly. "Poor emotional logic. She lets anger consume her own Vur capacity. Wasteful."
Davina took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart which was still racing from her friends' teasing. "This world is getting weirder," she thought.
The Shadow of the Past
Nadia Asri stepped out of Building C with the heels of her expensive boots clicking against the metal floor, creating a rhythmic 'Tak! Tak! Tak!' full of emotion. Her black hair billowed as she grumbled softly, parting the crowd of new students who immediately moved aside for fear of her cold aura.
"A bunch of losers," Nadia thought, her fingers squeezing the strap of her neon-glowing synthetic leather bag. "Laughing, gossiping, eating rendang as if the world won't end tomorrow morning. They don't know the burden a real warrior has to carry!."
Her steps stopped right under the shadow of a giant pillar connecting Building C and Building D. The afternoon wind blew, carrying the scent of ozone from the academy's central cooling engines.
"Stop right there, Nadia."
A low voice, cold as polar ice, cut through the hallway's silence. Nadia froze. She recognized that tone—the tone that always demanded perfection.
Nadia turned slowly. There, leaning against the metallic wall with arms folded, stood a young man in an impeccably neat Sakti Student Council uniform. The Secretary-General (Sekjen) badge on his shoulder glinted in the sunlight.
"Brother Ryan," Nadia murmured. Her arrogance faded slightly, replaced by a stiff sense of respect.
Ryansyah Putra did not move. His sharp eyes watched his sister from behind his perfectly styled bangs. Around his feet, a few specks of dust and pebbles seemed to hover—a passive effect of his extremely stable Earth element.
"I heard the commotion in the canteen. You lost emotional control again," Ryan said without intonation. "An Asri does not explode in public just because of noise, Nadia. It's not logical. It's... weak."
"They provoked me, Kak!" Nadia defended herself, her eyes flashing. "They talk about martabak and puppy love as if this academy is a playground. They don't know what we went through!"
Ryan stepped forward. His steps felt heavy, as if every footfall carried the weight of thousands of kilograms. Bruuum... A low-frequency vibration was felt in the floor.
"They have the luxury of being stupid. We don't," Ryan stopped right in front of Nadia. "Remember your goal here. You must enter Sakti Student Council. Not for power, but for access to military intelligence data."
Nadia fell silent. Her head bowed, dark shadows of the past spinning in her head.
The Tragedy of Five Years Ago
The visuals fade to sepia; the background sound turns into a painful static hiss.
Five years ago. Bangladesh. The sky was deep red due to the appearance of a Tier SS. A young Nadia saw her eldest sister, Shalasiya Aswanisa, standing on the front line. Shalasiya was the family pride, a genius with abundant Vur. However, the monster did not stop attacking.
Nadia remembered the sound of Shalasiya's panting breath as her Vur Plate reached zero. Cring! The sound of an energy container shattering. Then, the monster pulled Shalasiya into a dimensional rift before the military arrived. Gone. Without a trace.
"I won't let Kak Shala die in vain," Nadia whispered, her voice trembling but full of resolve. "I will be number one. I will surpass Sister's Silver Rank, surpass Gold, even to Obsidian if necessary, just to bring her back."
Ryan looked at his sister for a long time. His cold nature thawed slightly as he placed his hand on Nadia's shoulder. Instantly, the warmth of his Regeneration element flowed, calming Nadia's wild heartbeat.
"I miss her too, Nadia," Ryan said softly, so soft it was almost swallowed by the wind. "But ambition without control is suicide. Don't let your hatred for other students drain your Vur Plate before Sunday's exam."
Ryan turned, his Secretary-General cape billowing. "Fulfill your requirements. Get into the Council. I'll be waiting for you at the meeting table, not in Namarta's punishment room. And one more thing..."
Ryan turned slightly. "Don't underestimate that Davina girl. She has the same 'scent' as Kak Shala when she was young. The scent of someone who can do anything for her goal."
Ryan walked toward Building B, leaving Nadia frozen under the shadow of the pillar.
"Davina, huh?" Nadia curved a thin, cold smile. "We'll see, Brother. Who will survive when the real monster appears."
The Obsidian Table
Building D, 4th Floor—The Supreme Command Center. The atmosphere here was a stark contrast to the bustle of the canteen. The walls were made of anti-vibration crystal glass showing the view of the entire academy from the heights. There was no sound, only a fine hum from the pure Mana filtration machines making the air feel light and fresh.
Behind a desk made from polished black meteorite sat a living legend.
Fiko Alexie Anguis.
Though his age had passed 70, he looked like a gallant man in his early 30s. His skin was tight, and his eyes emitted a faint golden light—a side effect of his power. Every time he took down a Tier S, his body cells underwent total regeneration, resetting his biological clock ten years back. He wasn't just a principal; he was a monument to human victory over space.
Klik. Klik. Klik. (The sound of Natasha's high heels against the white marble floor).
Natasha, the Student Council Secretary-General, stood perfectly before Fiko's desk. She handed over a hologram tablet containing the list of new participants registering for the Sakti Student Council Union.
"Registration report completed, Mr. Fiko," Natasha's voice was calm and professional. "The new students this year have interesting Vur fluctuations. Davina Seika and Nadia Asri are two names prominent on our monitoring radar."
Fiko received the tablet, his fingers sliding through the hologram screen with very calm movements. "Good, Natasha. But our main focus right now is next month. The Cross-Academy Sakti Warrior Tournament."
Fiko looked deep into Natasha's eyes. "How is our elite team's readiness? You, Ryan, and the 4 others?"
Natasha took a deep breath, slightly adjusting her glasses. "I have performed simulation calculations, Sir. Personally, Ryansyah Putra, Mitha Nur Aini, and Adelita have reached 95% element synchronization for team combat. However..." Natasha paused, her face showing a bit of restrained frustration. "...regarding the last two slots, Vasky and Noval."
Fiko chuckled softly, his laughter sounding wise yet authoritative. "The Odd Duo again?"
"Correct, Sir. Just last night they hijacked the dorm communication system just to order martabak. This morning they were punished by Namarta in the middle of the field," Natasha reported while massaging her temples. "Disciplinarily, they are a disaster. But technically..."
"But technically, they are our trump cards, aren't they?" Fiko cut in with a thin smile.
Fiko stood from his chair, walking toward the large window facing directly toward Candra and Surya Towers. His white cloak, decorated with gold thread embroidery in the shape of constellations, seemed to glow.
"Natasha, the Obsidian 5 Rank I hold isn't just a title to show off in history books," Fiko said without turning. "The world out there is getting darker. Tier SSS can appear anytime from the New Jakarta sky. We don't need soldiers who can only follow rules. We need warriors who have a 'soul'."
He turned, staring at Natasha with a gaze that seemed to pierce through time. "Ensure Vasky and Noval stay on track. Let them stay silly, as long as in the arena later, they can give birth to miracles that no model student can achieve."
"I understand, Mr. Principal," Natasha answered firmly. "I will ensure they don't cause trouble in the tournament."
Fiko nodded in satisfaction. "Go."
Natasha bowed respectfully, then stepped out of the room filled with magical aura. The sliding door closed automatically, leaving Fiko Alexie Anguis alone with visions of the future that only he could see.
The Legend of Niwatakawaca
The majestic Theater Hall of Building A. The main lights dimmed automatically, replaced by 3D hologram projections filling the entire room. Golden light particles hovered, forming a replica of the night sky split by the fall of a giant meteorite thirty-five years ago.
In the center of the stage stood a middle-aged man in an impeccably neat gray tuxedo. His skin was dark, contrasting with his hair which was turning white at the temples, giving an aura of both an intellectual and a respected veteran warrior.
"My name is Rohim Smith," his voice was heavy, echoing with a thick New York accent yet fluent in Indonesian. "I am not here to teach you how to memorize chants. I am here to tell you how this world almost ended at the hands of something we call... Niwatakawaca."
BZZZZZT! A static sound followed by a terrifying roar that made the hall's windows vibrate.
The hologram in the middle of the room changed into the figure of a giant monster as tall as a skyscraper. Its skin was like glowing iron crust, with hundreds of eyes blinking all over its body.
"Exactly 15 years after the first sky slab fell, in the heart of New York City, the first Tier SSS revealed itself," Rohim continued, his face suddenly grave. "He didn't just attack; he spoke. Using Ancient High Javanese that caused all AI translation systems at the time to crash."
The projection of Niwatakawaca opened its wide mouth, and a heavy magical distortion voice thundered.
"Wonten pundi panjenengan, Keriya?! Wonten pundi panjenengan, Tama?!!! Sampun kinten bilih panjenengan saged ngalahaken kula!"
(Meaning: Where are you, Keriya?! Where are you, Tama?!!! Don't think you have defeated me!)
"Who are Keriya and Tama, Sir?" Adam asked while raising his hand, his fingers busy recording the monster's voice frequency.
"That is the greatest mystery, Adam," Rohim replied, walking slowly between the rows of student seats. "That day, there were 7 Great Warriors who fought. Four of them are now principals at the four major academies... including Mr. Fiko, our principal. However, the other three... they were the keys to sealing Niwatakawaca."
Davina leaned forward, feeling something strange about those names. "You mean, the four principals don't know who their own comrades were?"
"The last request of those three warriors was very specific, Davina," Rohim stopped right beside Davina's desk. "After Niwatakawaca was sealed at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, the three of them vanished as if swallowed by light."
Arcadiaz snorted, crossing his arms. "Probably they were just mercenaries who didn't want to deal with politics. But why did the monster look for them using Javanese if it fell in New York?"
"Good question, Arcadiaz," Rohim smiled cryptically. "It proves that this invasion isn't just a random attack from outer space. There is a connection between ancient Nusantara history and the meteorite that fell in America. Something that even a Platinum 4 Rank like myself still hasn't been able to solve."
"Mr. Rohim," Reva interrupted, her face looking a bit pale seeing the visual of the monster. "Were you there when it happened?"
"I was a teenager then, living in Queens," Rohim looked up at the hall's ceiling. "I saw the darkness brought by that monster. That is why, when I received this gift of the darkness element, I used it to develop young seeds—not to be evil, but to understand how to defeat it. My dream is simple: to give birth to students as great as those three mysterious warriors. So that if Niwatakawaca wakes up again, we don't have to look for heroes who have to hide."
Davina fell silent. The words "Keriya" and "Tama" kept spinning in her head. Why did that space monster sound like it held a personal grudge against humans?
The Digital Slendro bell rang softly, ending the chilling history session.
"Enough for today," Rohim turned off his hologram. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Student Council Union Selection. Don't let the history of the past interfere with your future in the arena. Class dismissed!"
Students exited with faces full of questions. Davina walked at the very back, staring at her own hands, wondering if her name would one day be recorded in history... or simply vanish like those legends.
Selection Day: The Storm and the Shield
The sky over New Jakarta this morning seemed to pour. Deep gray cumulonimbus clouds hung low, interspersed with purple lightning striking Mana transmitter towers. A storm lashed the glass of the Great Hall Building with a noisy sound—Syaaaaaa—Dhuarr!—creating a thick water mist in the academy's open areas.
In the midst of the storm's fury, about a hundred students didn't care. They ran through the curtains of water, their combat uniforms soaking wet, their military boots splashing through puddles as they crossed from the dormitory to the hall. Their resolve was hotter than the plummeting air temperature this morning.
Bzzzzt—Klik!
The giant doors of the Student Council Hall opened automatically. Davina and Reva entered panting, water dripping from the ends of their hair. As soon as they stepped inside, the warmth of the room's heating system immediately welcomed them, paired with a sight that would stun anyone. The vast hall had been transformed into a tactical command center. Giant holograms hovered in the air, dividing the room into strict selection zones.
On the left side, Team A was dominated by an aura of high discipline under the supervision of Natasha, who stood tall with hands behind her back. Above her zone, a majestic holographic Balinese Barong growled silently, marking the territory of the Barong Division. There, Sekar Sari and Julius appeared to be checking weapon logistics lists, while Adam Sebastian and other students stood stiffly in line. Not far from there, the aura turned dark and mystical as a terrifying Rangda hologram appeared with a long protruding tongue. Under Rangda's shade, Davina immediately separated from Reva to join Mitha and Shinta Sefira. Shinta only glanced at Davina briefly with her signature cold stare, while Bayu Rengga and Beni An Fu looked uneasy beside her. At the end of Team A, the atmosphere was slightly more relaxed yet still authoritative in the Dewi Sri Division, where Noval was seen joking with Adelita in front of Gibran, who was impatient to start the action.
"Vin, I'm going to Team B! Wish me luck surviving those eccentric seniors!" Reva waved slightly before jogging toward the right side of the hall.
Team B was under the command of Ryansyah Putra, who emitted a very heavy Vur pressure, making the air around him feel dense. Reva swallowed hard as she saw a Shiva hologram carrying a glowing trident above Vasky's head. The odd youth looked a bit different today; though still leaning lazily, his gaze as he saw Nadia Asri and Reva join his division was very sharp. Beside him, Milan Shalsabilla was busy tuning communication devices. Next to them, the holograms of Vishnu and Indra had also activated, overhanging lower-class students like Ahmad Sofian and the C-2 class group led by Miko.
TUNG... TUNG... TUNG... (The digital slendro sound echoed, this time with a faster and more thrilling tempo).
Cinematic orchestral background music with ethnic percussion thumps began to fill the room, boosting every participant's adrenaline. The Division Heads began to step forward to the front of their respective lines.
"Welcome to our little hell," Natasha's voice sounded clearly across the hall through the spatial audio system. "You have received your respective divisions. So immediately enter the lines according to your divisions."
In the Shiva Division, Ryansyah just stood frozen, but the ground under the feet of the Team B participants vibrated slightly, providing a real sensation of intimidation. Meanwhile, Vasky suddenly pulled an Atma coin from his pocket, flipped it into the air, and caught it deftly.
"Okay, sweet children of the Shiva Division," Vasky grinned cheekily at Nadia and Reva. "First rule here: Don't die stupidly before getting a chance to see me win the tournament next month. Now, prepare your weapons."
Davina in the Rangda Division clenched her fist. She glanced toward Shinta Sefira, who began to flow small sparks of lightning between her fingers. The competitive atmosphere began to burn the hall's air, blurring the fact that outside, the storm was still raging fiercely. The Sakti Student Council Union Selection officially began.
The Selection Protocol
All the main lights of the Great Hall dimmed simultaneously, leaving stage spotlights focused on a single point on the highest podium. There, flanked by the large Kidul Academy flags fluttering slightly due to air Vur manipulation, stood the Student Council President, Aditia Shafwan. He wore the full Sakti Student Council uniform paired with a short dark blue cape—the color of absolute leadership.
Aditia stepped forward. Every footfall emitted an authoritative echo, making hundreds of new students instantly hold their breath. His firm yet symmetrical face was caught by macro cameras and projected in giant size via the hologram behind him. In the Shiva Division line, Reva almost dropped her weapon. "Vin... I think I need extra oxygen. Kak Adit, when he's serious like that, is illegally handsome," she whispered softly, receiving only a flat stare from Nadia Asri.
"Good morning, future gatekeepers of humanity," Aditia thundered, low yet permeating every corner of the listeners' souls. "You stand here not because you want to be popular. You are here because you feel you have something others do not: The courage to stand when others kneel. Welcome to the Sakti Student Council Union selection of Kidul Academy."
In the front row, Vasky in the Shiva Division and Noval in the Dewi Sri Division, instead of being stunned, were throwing secret hand gestures to each other, like children teasing via morse code. Before Vasky could stick his tongue out any further, Milan Shalsabilla and Adelita synchronously gave a lethal pinch to their respective leaders' waists.
"Aduuuh!"—"Sssshhh!" (The sounds of Vasky and Noval's muffled groans as they immediately stood back up straight with reddening faces).
Aditia was unmoved. He continued building the narrative about the great responsibility awaiting their shoulders, about how OSIS Sakti is the academy's backbone when Tier A or S begins to peek from behind the clouds of New Jakarta. His speech closed with thunderous applause that seemed to vibrate the hall's glass.
As soon as Aditia stepped back, Natasha and Ryansyah Putra stepped to the front of the podium simultaneously. Natasha with a lethal yet authoritative thin smile, while Ryansyah stood like an ice statue ready to freeze anyone.
"Listen carefully, because I will not repeat these instructions," Ryansyah said coldly, his voice brief and no-nonsense. "This selection will take place over the next three weeks. One stage each week. Failing one stage doesn't mean you are out, but it means your chances shrink to zero."
Natasha continued with a sweeter but emphasis-laden tone. "The first stage you will face today is the Team Ability Test. Here, your ego is the greatest enemy. Next week, we will see your fangs personally in the Individual Test. And finally, as a decider, you must prove your brain is as sharp as your sword through the Written Test."
"The scoring system is simple," Natasha added while playing with the hologram in her hand. "A team victory in today's simulation will give you a large score, equivalent to fifty percent of your total graduation score. So, if your team wins, you already have one foot inside the Union gate."
Ryansyah interrupted, his eyes glancing sharply toward the Team B line. "For those of you whose teams are destroyed or lose, don't give up immediately. We still provide a twenty-five percent scoring slot for those who become the Losing MVP—whoever is most useful during a critical situation. And the remaining twenty percent will be taken from your written test results in the third week."
"Your performance reports today will be written directly by your Division Heads," Natasha glanced at Vasky, Noval, Sekar, and the others. "Then we will review them together with the Student Council President before finally being legalized by Mr. Fiko at the Obsidian table. Now..."
Natasha snapped her fingers.
KREEEETTT—DUUMMM!
The hall floor in the middle of each division's zone suddenly shifted and opened, revealing a large lift that would take them down to the Underground Combat Simulation Room.
"Please enter your respective simulation arenas. Rangda, Barong, Dewi Sri, Shiva, Vishnu, and Indra Divisions... show us that you are worthy of wearing the gold badge on your shoulders!" Natasha exclaimed.
Davina clenched her fist in the Rangda Division line.
( To Be Continue )