Noble's

Darkwing City was a huge metropolitan city, a city that millions of people called their home, a place where new things were constantly being explored.

However, the city was entirely cut off from the outside world, so the outside world remained oblivious to the happenings of the city.

The people who resided in the city were either born here or came here from the outside after a rigorous inspection of many days.

Just like everything in existence, all wasn't fine and dandy, although Dawn had only been here for some hours but he was able to witness the dark side of the city.

Inequality!

The city was highly unequal.

And how did Dawn know about it?

When he parted ways with Amelia. He did not only receive the map to his house, but he also got to know about a very unusual practice in this city.

Or more specifically a class of people called Nobles.

For the highest-ranking Nobel everything in this city was free, it didn't matter how expensive it was, the state would bear its expense the noble didn't have to pay anything from his pocket.

He could have anything and everything that he wanted.

When Dawn first read about it, he was shocked. Why would the authorities do such a thing?

Now, Dawn also wanted to become a Nobel and enjoy these privileges.

Furthermore, the nobles were divided into 5 categories.

Rank 1 -Dukes

Rank 2-Marquess

Rank 3-Earl

Rank 4-Viscount

Rank 5-Baron

A Baron got a discount of 20 per cent on anything that he wanted to have, and the discount increased by twenty per cent as the rank of Baron increased until it reached a complete hundred discount at rank 1 Duke.

From the information he was given, there was nothing about how to become one, he will get to know about it when he reports to the academy ground next month for the ceremony.

Dawn continued to walk through the roads following the directions on the map. His house was situated in the outer city, yes the city was divided into outer and inner city.

The inner city was a place where only Nobles lived.

Walking Dawn looked at his surroundings carefully, most of the people around him were cultivators at the body refining rank, and there were also a few Channel Construction Realm cultivators among them.

After 15 minutes Dawn finally reached the house that was given to him.

It was a single-story house surrounded by walls from all sides with a little garden in front of the house.

There were many houses similar to his, Dawn guessed they were probably of other students of the Academy.

Dawn walked to the main gate that led to his house, it seemed to have recognised its owner as it automatically opened.

Dawn walked through the garden and entered inside.

From the inside, it was similar to any modern home.

Dawn was easily able to find a room to rest and meditate, to his surprise there was no need to sleep.

He couldn't wait to directly teleport to his tribe, but he decided to be cautious and ask Sugar if anyone was looking at him.

"No one is looking at you." Before Dawn could even ask Sugar spoke in a plain voice.

"This bitch! Was she reading through his thoughts all the time?"

Dawn gritted his teeth and thought in his head.

"No, I just guessed, you dummy." Came the teasing voice of Sugar.

Sigh! Dawn was relieved.

Wait a minute, can he really trust her words?

What if she was lying?

Damn it.

Dawn's thoughts moved at lightning speed, he couldn't help but curse in the end.

He decided to teleport. It was useless to waste time here.

Dawn felt the pace around him twist and turn, and he disappeared from his room.

Dawn was back in his room in the luxurious castle.

Not wasting his time, he walked out of the castle to take a look at the city.

To his surprise the city was completely deserted, he couldn't find a single soul on the street.

Dawn started to frown, did something happen while he was absent?

Things weren't looking good.

Dawn rushed toward the outer wall of the city where he had fought the Havok tribe.

"Don't lose hope!"

Harmon shouted at the top of his lungs while seeing his word at the nearest soldier.

His body was covered in wounds from head to toe, with blood flowing out of them.

The sword that he was holding in his hand was broken and chipped.

Zampa looked at the White-haired man shouting at the top of his lungs from the corner of his eyes.

He couldn't believe the actions of this man.

After losing so much he was still willing to fight.

Suddenly his expression grimaced as a bone sword pierced his leg.

"You dare to think about other things while fighting with me." A ghostly voice came from the front of Zampa.

Zampa looked at the man whose body was nothing more than a skeleton with a dark expression on his face.

"Why should I fight this monster from the Ghost tribe?"

"Should I just run away?"

As soon Zampa had the thought of running he suddenly felt a forceful pain in his chest that almost made him cough blood.

Damn!

He had almost forgotten that he had submitted to someone else.

The image of Black black-haired youth flashed through his mind. If he was here why would he have to go through all of this trouble?

"Die! You bastard." The skeleton man launched another attack, this time aiming at his heart.

Zampa hurriedly raised his sword to intercept the attack, he barely managed to divert the attack from his heart to his side.

"Che! Che! Let's see how long will you last," the skeleton mocked Zampa in a voice that was similar to the ravings of the ghost.

"What is going on here?"

Zampa suddenly heard an emotionless voice coming from behind him.

Zampa couldn't help but smile at the voice.

Everything was going to end soon, he finally will be able to rest.