Chapter 4 Journey to the Magisterium Military Academy (MMA)
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»Dash- level 1
(Ability to increase current speed by 15 for ten seconds )
»Regeneration- level 1
(Recover from injuries ten times as fast)
»Stealth- level 1
( Daemon ability- Moving silently and remaining undetected)
»Toxin immunity- level 1
( protection against not-so-serious toxins)
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Jacob gazed at the screen before him, his brows furrowed with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The intricate glyphs and pulsating energy emanating from the display seemed to beckon him closer, but a sense of unease held him back.
"Hold on a second," Jacob muttered, his voice tinged with skepticism. "What's this daemon ability I've been seeing on this screen? Isn't that supposed to be our soul, which settles as an ability?" His mind whirled with questions.
Just as he thought about this, the characters before him disappeared and were replaced with new ones.
[I must say, this is the first time you guessed something right since we met]
"I waited and hoped all my life that maybe the heavens will hear my cry and grant me an ability, and this is what I get? Some sort of system I don't even understand!" he voiced out in an angry tune.
[Yes, you are right, Host]
[And one more thing, you are only allowed to scream at me when you are in a life-or-death situation]
[I can easily kill and dispose of you]
Jacob got scared as the system threatened to end his life.
"Ok no problem, I will not raise my voice at you not ever, but you said something earlier about using unlocked skills right?" he asked.
[ Yes, just as I said before you can use them just by calling out the name of the skill in your mind while adding ACTIVATE behind or in front of it].
He read it out, and his eyes squinted, " ACTIVATE, which skill do I try out first? He questioned in excitement.
Just then, the skill and abilities panel was made visible. He stared at the status before his eyes, scanning through it in anticipation. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that only "Dash" would be a plausible skill to try out for confirmation.
Excitement tinged with nervousness coursed through his veins as he contemplated the possibilities of this newfound ability.
With a deep breath, he prepared himself to activate the Dash ability, ready to embrace the unknown and explore the boundaries of his potential.
But just as he was about to call out the skill, he was startled by loud knocks on the door, shattering his focus and interrupting his moment of revelation.
"Who could that be?" Jacob thought, his mind momentarily distracted from the immense power that lay within his reach. He hurriedly made his way to the door, eager to uncover the identity of his unexpected visitors.
As he swung open the door, his eyes widened in surprise. Two muscular men dressed in military uniforms stood before him, their stern expressions hinting at a serious purpose.
"Holy sh**t! I forgot I'm supposed to leave today, and I haven't gotten ready yet," Jacob thought, panic rushing through his veins. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
In the midst of his internal turmoil, he managed to compose himself enough to greet the men at his door. "Good afternoon, sirs."
One of the military men stepped forward, his voice firm and authoritative. "Jacob Francis, we're here to escort you to your assigned location. You're running late, and we can't afford any further delays. Please gather your belongings quickly," he stated with a sense of urgency.
Pushing aside his inner turmoil, Jacob nodded to the soldiers and took a deep breath. There was no time to waste.
He hurriedly gathered his belongings, hoping that amidst the chaos, he would find a way to navigate the impending challenges and embrace the newfound abilities bestowed upon him.
After packing, he left his orphanage and followed the two men outside.
Jacob reached a large bus parked just outside of his orphanage. The bus stood there, its doors open, inviting him inside.
As he stepped onto the bus, he immediately noticed that it was already filled with students who appeared to be around his age. They chatted and laughed, their voices blending into a cacophony of youthful energy.
To his surprise, he didn't recognize any of the students on board. Their unfamiliar faces indicated that they must have come from different schools.
The realization brought a tinge of relief to Jacob's mind. Perhaps with these new people, he had a chance to escape the torment of bullying. Nobody knew him here, giving him an opportunity to make a fresh impression and potentially form new friendships.
Considering his options, Jacob decided to take a seat at the front of the bus. It was the only available seat amidst the bustling crowd.
The atmosphere among the students was vibrant and filled with excitement as they engaged in lively conversations with each other.
Their voices echoed throughout the bus, creating a buzz of anticipation. However, the joyful chatter abruptly ceased as the two Sergeants stepped onto the bus.
The presence of the two sergeants immediately commanded attention and respect. The students recognized their authority and understood that their carefree conversations had to be put on hold. A hush fell over the bus, and a palpable tension filled the air.
One of the sergeants took charge of the situation, making his purpose clear. He announced in a commanding tone, "Alright, it's time for us to head to the military academy." With a nod, he signaled the driver to initiate their departure, setting the journey in motion.
As the bus jerked to life and began moving, the students, now aware of the seriousness of the situation, remained silent. They realized the importance of adhering to the military discipline expected of them.
Throughout the journey, a sense of restraint prevailed. The once lively bus was now engulfed in an eerie silence. The students, sitting in their seats, refrained from uttering a single word. The fear of the sergeants penetrating glare prevented anyone from even attempting to break the silence.