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In the academy, there was an ample supply of bullies who sought to enact their insecurities on other students, and there was a very high demand for weaklings.

Unfortunately, that didn\'t lead to any positive interactions at all. Once you\'re weak, you\'re doomed.

The only way to avoid being weak was by attending classes, learning from the experienced teachers, and then visiting the training area to practice your abilities and find new ways to use them.

Fortunately, the various training areas had nothing missing for the students.

So, if you\'re weaker than others, it can never be blamed on the academy—it truly went all out in equipping the training areas with massive, efficient facilities for training.

All you could blame was either your own lack of potential or your laziness. Nothing more.

That was why the schedule for the students in the academy was to first attend class at 8 in the morning.

They would close at 4 in the afternoon, then head back to their dorm rooms to leave their bags.

Afterward, they would go to the cafeteria to eat, which would roughly take an hour.

Once it was 5 in the evening, every single student went to their respective training area to improve their skills and practice their abilities.

By 7, the majority of them began leaving.

Then, they would rest up for the day or meet up with their loved ones in the dead of night.

That was the average schedule in the academy, even though the academy only officially supported coming to school at 8 and closing at four.

The remaining activities were an unspoken agreement among the various students.

Nolan, wanting to avoid too much attention, decided to tweak his own schedule a little.

He would go to school at 7:30 and come back at 4 in the afternoon.

Then, he would eat and snooze off until 8:00 in the early night.

He would wake up and go to the training area after all of the students had just left.

This would leave the training area completely open for him, a promising opportunity when he reached the large gate of the training area and wasn\'t stopped by the curfew.

The majority of the students could be seen returning, and they cast strange glances at Nolan, noticing he was just going in.

But they didn\'t care much and simply headed their way.

Quickly, Nolan arrived before the Greek Deities training area and entered it.

Just like before, he met with the staff, and amongst them was the man with the monocle whom he had met a few days ago.

The man\'s eyes lit up strangely when he sighted Nolan, but he made no comment and simply pointed to the distance.

Nolan gave a simple nod before heading down the direction where he was pointed.

Just like previously, it led to the Kratos training area, a place Nolan had missed a little. It was in this place he had begun his early steps of growing stronger, and he could still remember his struggles.

But this time, he didn\'t plan on going to the Kratos Pressure training room and instead decided to go around to check every training room instead.

After half an hour, Nolan knew every single area in the Kratos training area like the back of his hand.

As expected, the Kratos training area focused on every form of training that improves physical strength.

The majority of the facilities and rooms were used to test strength, and some were focused on improving one\'s strength through extreme means.

There were rooms where gravity increased with every passing second, and there were rooms where one was required to carry small dumbbells, which the system told him were heavier than a 500-meter-tall mountain!

What populated the area after those were arenas where one could choose the opponent\'s abilities and power levels and duel with them.

It was one of these rooms that had caught Nolan\'s attention, and he had decided to check it out.

Quickly, he walked toward the sealed glass room, and his hand reached for the door.

But soon, he felt a hand grab onto his, also just about to open the door from the other side.

With wrinkled eyebrows, Nolan raised his head at the figure, finding him also looking at him with the same irritated eyes.

It was a white-skinned young man of around 18 or 19, short and spiky crimson hair, with crimson eyes too match, in quite the luxurious attire, that showed an unoridnary status.

"Fuck off!" the figure said to Nolan as he tried to yank Nolan\'s hand off the doorknob, but before he could, Nolan\'s hand found its way to his shoulder and lifted the young man off his feet, flinging him to the side.

"I had the knob first..." Nolan called out with an uninterested expression, feeling the young man crash into the distance.

He opened the doorknob and stepped in—or at least he tried to, when he also felt his legs hanging in the air.

Shock appeared on his face upon finding his body had been carried up completely.

Turning his head back, he sighed as he sighted the crimson-haired man looking at him with a grin.

"Fuck off!" he repeated once more before trying to fling away Nolan too.

But unfortunately, his shoulder was also grabbed by Nolan at the last second, and they both ended up throwing themselves away, slamming hard on the walls of the second floor and easily rolling off, soaring downwards with speed.

"Hehehe," a sinister laugh rang out in Nolan\'s ears as he felt his body grabbed while mid-air.

He was turned over with a figure above him.

A sinister smile laid on the young man\'s face as he placed Nolan\'s body downwards.

In such a way, Nolan would be the first to crash headfirst into the hard ground.

Nolan also knew that, so he patiently waited for the last second before he was to crash onto the ground.

Suddenly, he wrapped his body around the young man and rolled, turning both of them upside down in the air and both their heads heading for the ground!

"What the hell are you..?"

BAAAAAANGGG!