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Truly, there were thousands of questions in his mind, none of which he had answers to, and they only grew more and more numerous, the stronger he got.

The system had mentioned that the academy was ignoring him even though he was a treasure worth dying for, and that brought about the question: just why did the academy choose to ignore him?

He might be considered trash, but an entity like the academy should be brilliant enough to realize he was a trash with an incredibly useful ability.

Yet, they still ignored him.

What was the reason for that?

Were they scared of him?

But why would they be scared of him?

He was weak, and didn\'t even have any reputable background.

And talking about that...

\'What even is my background? What is the background of this body?\' Nolan mused as he dived into his consciousness, yet he found nothing.

He had no idea which family the original Nolan came from.

Was it an ordinary family, or was it a powerful clan?

Did he have a mother, a father, or any siblings?

Nolan couldn\'t tell at all.

Everything was just an empty black hole of darkness, that wouldn\'t give him anything.

And ignoring that, there were even more important questions, like why he had a cursed body.

The system kept reminding him that the God\'s Slave physique was one in a billion and incredibly rare, if it even existed before.

Yet, Nolan often wondered if the God\'s Slave physique brought anything but harm and danger to his life.

Was there a usefulness to it that he didn\'t realize yet?

Aside from allowing others to dominate him, Nolan didn\'t think the physique offered anything else.

But another thing also piqued his curiosity sometimes.

The system mentioned that for some reason, it couldn\'t find a host who fulfilled the criteria for bonding with it.

But Nolan could bond with it!

Why was he able to bond with the system?

Was it due to his special God\'s Slave physique, or was it because he was the only reincarnator among the millions of Celestial Heirs that existed?

One didn\'t need a lot of reasoning to understand that an ordinary mortal cannot and should never be a Celestial Heir.

If it was possible, the Celestial Heir would just leave all of the responsibilities to the ordinary mortals.

Yet, Nolan himself knew he was an ordinary mortal from a mortal plane of existence, yet he was also a Celestial Heir!?

How did that even happen?

Why was he even given a second chance in the first place?

What was his purpose in this new world?

What was he supposed to achieve or do here?

It was like there was a force, some sort of invisible hand that was pushing him around.

And it had not been pushing him around just here, but for two lifetimes straight.

Nolan\'s luck had just been exceptionally bad, so bad it was eye-raising even to him.

In his first life, he was given the slave contract, where he could be a slave until his death.

In his second life, he had been cursed with a physique that made him the "trashiest" of trash in the world, making him only able to serve others and never benefit himself.

And then he had also awakened a physique with the special word "SLAVE!" associated with it.

Why was he so doomed with the topic of slavery? Just what did he do to earn this for himself?

[It\'s already 1 in the night. You sure you want to keep staring at the ceiling all night long?] The notification suddenly appeared, derailing Nolan\'s train of thought.

"Yes, I should probably get to sleep..." he replied, tucking his head into the pillow, and slowly, his eyes closed themselves up.

Yet, a resolve laid in Nolan\'s head as his consciousness slipped away once more.

\'One day...one day. I\'ll find out who is behind all of this. And bring an end to them. I promise....\'

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"He really went all out, didn\'t he?" a masculine voice boomed through the darkness, where nothing but craters and blood splattered all over the area could be seen.

Beside him, another figure could be seen. A figure with golden hair and golden scales covering her face.

If Nolan had been able to see her, he would have immediately recognized her as Instructor Tiamat, and the man was none other than the one who had directed Nolan into the training area.

Together, they both stayed in the place, their eyes scanning the destroyed room.

It just happened to be the exact place where Nolan had battled with Quinn and his goons...

"Judging from the bloodstains, it is pretty clear many students died, but then, their corpses are nowhere to be found, and then there is the mark of a devouring darkness in the area."

"That could only mean one thing..." Instructor Tiamat mused, with furrowed eyebrows.

"They have all been devoured by a person. And if there is a single person who could devour others, it will be Quinn himself."

"Nolan must have killed the remaining Shadow Ones, but he ended up devouring them, casting their souls in eternal pain and grief, and using them to strengthen himself.\'

"He brought them a fate worse than death itself..." The man mused out loud.

"Still, it is unbelievable how Nolan had grown in the past few days. It is nothing short of a miracle."

"And if Quinn is currently in the hospital, then Nolan must be alive, or else Quinn wouldn\'t be, due to that Death Guardian of his..." Instructor Tiamat mused, taking her eyes off the walls and staring at Gerald, who was also dazed from the scar on the ground filled with blood that he knew belonged to none other than Quinn.

"The Young Master is awakening too, and it\'s only a matter of time before the true glory of his lost clan will be revealed once more..."

"We all can\'t wait for that day. The day when hell will descend to the Celestial Realm!"

Instructor Tiamat concluded, and in the next instant, both of them faded away into the void of space, and a second later, the entire building collapsed, the proof of the battle swallowed up in its destruction.