Chapter 3: Going to military academy

If someone had said that Ray truly understood what he was seeing, they would be lying. Maybe due to Ray's poor nature or total focus on his studies in school that he hadn't read about a system before. Nevertheless, he did know one thing.

"All these can make me stronger, alot stronger than before"

Ray thought still staring at the message.

"And when I think about this now, this gift from my dad seems more like a program or a game which I believe must have been implanted in my brain or something but what I don't get is it's true use since this skills are from the ear ring so what is the true use of this program, hmmmmmmm, I bet it carries out identification of items, abilities and skills which is quite a useful and powerful thing"

With a smile, Ray clicked on the spatial storage and as he somewhat expected, a tab opened up displaying three slots which one was already occupied.

"Huh? Clothes?"

In the occupied slot was an brown inner shirts, brown jacket, ash and brown trousers and a pair of brown buckled shoes with socks. Clicking on it, golden light shot out of the ear ring onto Ray's bed and soon after the light turned off, the clothes were on the bed and the slot was now unoccupied.

"Cool, this would allow me to carry things without stress or anyone's knowledge"

Looking through the clothes, Ray frown as they seemed to fit into the woman's category.

"Offcourse they are for mum, that's why they are in her ring in the first place, I bet these clothes aren't normal since every other thing wasn't normal but I can't put them on even though some people said I looked alot like a girl, still it isn't right"

Ray thought to himself with a sigh clicking on the slot once again making light shine from the ring and the clothes were in it again. Moving to the door, Ray opens it slightly and slowly, allowing him to peek through enough to see sergeant Philip sleeping on a chair.

"I kinda disappointed since I thought he would be listening in on what I said but he's actually just sleeping there. Oh well, it works for me"

Closing the door back in disappointment, Ray quickly gets ready for his new life at military academy.

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Following closing behind sergeant Philip, Ray could already guess their destination. The central teleporting machines at the city centre, where you can teleport to whatever area as long as you have been authorized and giving the coordinates. The central teleporting machines are made up of the public teleporters, military teleporters, keepers family teleporters, otherworld teleporters.

The Central teleporting centre was currently packed with people going in and out through the teleporters, in particular, the public teleporters. Going past them Ray and the sergeant stood in a line of one going to the military zones.

Sergeant Philip gestures with a nod towards the sergeant before him which he just nods back. Looking to the cylinder shaped teleporter, Ray's eyes wandered to the person who was to enter before him.

A brown-haired beautiful girl with it reaching up to her waist smiles at Ray which makes him blush a little due to her beauty as he quickly looked away. Soon the second sergeant and the girl enter the teleporter, disappearing away.

Sergeant Philip who had currently finished mapping out the coordinates for military zone 4 handed Ray a black watch which on inspection, anyone could tell it wasn't a normal watch as it displayed Ray's name, age, zone, home region, status and so on as blue light from the watch in front of Ray.

'Looks similar to dad's gift but dad's own didn't display from a machine even if it came from one'

Ray thought reading the information

"Go scan it on the teleporter panel"

Phillip said which Ray did just that, going over to the teleporter, Ray slid the watch screen over the panel and immediately it read Ray's information.

"Name: Ray Renard

Age: 16

Home region: Zenrid city

Zone: Military zone 4

Status: Orphan

Ability: Abilityless

Beast weapon: Unknown

Class: Unknown

Level: Unassigned

Credits: Zero

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Ray couldn't really pay attention to the rest because he was wondering how the military academy would be and if he could survive but after some time Ray was brought back to reality by it's question.

"What class do you wish to be?

Fighters class

Researchers class

Hero class"

Hearing the question, Ray was confused not because he didn't understand the meaning of its words but because he didn't know that it was. From here one would chose their direction in life and he has been given three.

The fighters class; those who wish to train their abilities to the limit in order to become a freelance hunter or a faction hunter. A hunter is trained ability user who kills otherworld beasts for their cores named Starites which is the heart of the beast and are of many uses, ranging from creation of beast weapon and armour to power generation and so much more so can be sold for credits which are the new digitalized form of money.

A freelance hunter is one who doesn't join any faction i.e The keepers families, The military, The government and governmental organizations so doesn't need to pay credits from his hunt while a faction hunter is a part of a body and system so must adher to its rules and regulations and pay taxes to them, most hunters join factions for the protection and backing from them.

The researchers class; those who wish to take on the field of science. Identification and creation of new form of equipment and utilities through the use of otherworldly materials, creation of different level ability manuals and creation of quality beast weapons with Starites. This class is usually chosen by people who either have an ability that favors them in it or are abilityless.

The third class is the hero class and is a class that mainly consists of city maintenance either in law and order or overall wellbeing. People of this class learns all consigned in relation with people and emergency situation, they also trained to go against those termed villains, ability user's gone rogue.

Criminals(non-ability user's) are mainly tackled by the police while heroes work with police to take villains down. From what Ray had heard, the police are not allowed to have abilitiless due to the strain of an ability and mistake of killing a common criminal. This class is usually chosen by teenagers who jump at it due to the thought of being a superhero (not those kind who wears their pants on the outside).

Thinking of all these, Ray eyes wandered over the reserchers class.

'This was what I was looking for, a field where ability is not necessary needed. Even though I got some tricks up my sleave to survive military school, that doesn't mean I would make it. I can find out about my parents and the one who was helping me from the dark through the researchers class!'

Ray thought about to press the reserchers class on the screen.

"I don't advise that"

Immediately Ray's hand stopped midpoint of touching the screen.

'That voice again'