Chapter 08

The boy stood up and approached the mirror he had been looking into earlier that morning.

"Well, if Mr. Lucas Wykes had arrogance, then I have adult pride," he mused aloud, fiddling with his pale blonde hair and trying different styles. He brushed it to the left and then to the right, examining his reflection closely.

"Well what happened to him was exactly what he earned, if anyone ever did that to my girl"

"Well, what happened to him was exactly what he earned. If anyone ever did that to my girl..." The boy combed his hair to the left side, only to tousle it again moments later.

"Well, whatever the plan, it will always be the same in every life," he said, switching the comb to the right side this time.

"Gonna fill up the world with narcotics," he muttered, finally settling on his hairstyle.Lucas looked at himself in the mirror and laughed.

His hairstyle featured more hair on the right side, falling across his face in a curvy manner, while the left side was slicked back, giving him a sophisticated and deliberate look.

"Ohhh, I just noticed, it's the same as Bairon's. Change it," the boy muttered, pulling his hairstyle back into a messy one. "This is also nice," he muttered, impressed with the new look.

"So, first thing—change of plans. We'll be delaying the awakening to my eighth birthday, just like the original," the boy muttered, glancing at the flowers in a pot on the table.

"Plan A: Survive the whole ordeal of the war and shit because of my soon-to-be Lance brother. Nice way to survive without doing much," Lucas said, jumping back onto the couch. "But it's risky, considering Lances make many enemies, and some might target me. Rejected."

"Plan B: Make a deal with the final boss... what was his name? Agrona, Argona?" The boy pondered for a moment. "Rejected because I don't have anything to offer other than knowledge, which he could extract easily. And also, why would Agrona even talk to a nobody, considering he is the final boss?"

"Plan C: Stay a bit close to the MC, might as well make friends and get stronger gradually. Hmmm," the boy muttered as he picked up the flowers, holding them close to his face and looking at them intently. "Accepted."

He smiled and rubbed his chin. "Huh, why did I even list these when I don't even intend to follow them? Hmm," the boy mused, placing the pot of flowers back down. In a casual voice, he concluded, "FAKE."

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"Plan D FUCK EM ALL"

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"A Rank!" the examiner exclaimed with excitement and astonishment, her eyes wide as she looked at the pale blonde-haired youth wielding a sword slightly longer than his arm. Embers swirled around his sword and danced around his body.

The entire arena was in awe, captivated by the youth standing there without a hint of exhaustion. "How could he summon two fire guardians of that size and still use mana? DOES HE HAVE AN INFINITE MANA POOL?" a man in the crowd shouted.

"He is strong—absurdly strong," a boy, no older than ten, muttered from the sidelines. Wearing a white mask tinged with blue and dressed in black robes, he stared at the youth in the center of the arena with astonishment. "Would I be able to defeat him with static void?" The masked boy looked again, considering the possibilities. "Maybe," he muttered. "

The youth nodded to the examiner and moved back to his seat in the audience, his cold eyes glistening with an emeraldic grace.

"These multiple core ideas was an absolute banger," I thought as I sat back in my seat. "Now I have the same amount of mana pool as when Lucas consumed the drug Draneeve gave him. It might even be more, but I'm still not utilizing it the best.

"Lucas felt the two cores, like planets revolving around the sun, orbiting his primary core, which was at the dark yellow stage. "It was the best investment I could make," he thought, glancing at the sword in his scabbard. He stored the sword back in his storage ring.

"Next challenger is Mr. Note!" shouted the announcer. Lucas looked up to see a youth with a slightly oversized head, possibly under ten. "So this is our MC, Arthur, or should I say Grey," Lucas muttered to himself. "Well, his head is always a surprise to me, even now. I thought I'd get used to seeing abnormal things, but no, I'm not," Lucas said, shaking his head left and right.

As the examiner prepared to face the challenger, Note let out a surge of bloodlust. The examiner was taken aback but tried his best not to show it.

"I'll be the one taking this one's exam," said a handsome man with an office worker's face as he handed his coat to an assistant nearby. The examiner attempted to confirm his action, but the man scoffed and pulled out his rapier from its scabbard.

"So this is... who was it again? Bladewrath?" Lucas muttered, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Kaspian Bladeworth," said a bald man wearing a red and yellow Superman costume.

"Thanks," Lucas replied. "I didn't know there were Superman fans even in this world."

As the fighters got ready to battle, Lucas drank some water, looked at the arena, and muttered with a smile, "Show me a nice show, MC."

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"Boring," thought Lucas as he watched the match conclude, his hand on his chin. "Where's the blood?" He wanted to scream but couldn't, the disappointment weighing heavily on him. "And here I thought this would be a bloodbath,of how he specially came o exam the little boy." he sighed. "But still, it's an exam, not a real battle."

Lucas stood up and fixed his dark green cloak and his noble attire.

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