Sorcery

Evie's eyes remained rooted to one of the huge guys, who looked like they were trying to intimidate them. Tera on her own part was still wondering what to do so that they would no longer be on this guys trap every single time. Mostly, someone who usually don't have anything doing, but instead waste his time bullying ladies.

What a shame.

Finally Blake walked over to them, his eyes holding the expression of a grim reaper who usually don't announce when the next soul would be ripped apart.

They instantly felt the domineering aura.

"Com'n ladies, the registration is about to commence."

Tera's joy instantly escalated.

"Great, Evie let's get going."

And she pulled Evie with her heading down the hallway and disappearing out of sight.

Blake smiled, about to leave but he was suddenly pulled back.

"Who the heck do you think you are?"

Blake shrugged.

"Am Blake... Blake Listerio!"

The other guy clenched his fist into tight balls. Right now, they were three in number and these three we're furious and this was not good!

"You came for the second trial huh?!"

Blake's eyes roamed lazily around and then back at these three.

"Relax bro, I've got classes to pick and you guys are kinda... delaying my registration."

The last guy smirked oddly.

His hand palming his other fist.

"No need to fight here, we shall meet in the [Imagination Realm] so, chill out all you want. Just two more weeks..."

"And some days."

The other guy corrected and all Blake did was to yawn.

He tskked and walked away.

Right now, Blake was alone. Even the girls were currently dealing with the Registerer so Blake walked into the small hallway and into a gigantic vault door.

The short man stared at him with a weird look, as though he was confused.

He had golden short hair with brown lilac eyes. But despite his short stature, he had that well defined muscles and sturdy chest. He looked to be a powerful immortal already. Blake could already tell with the way the man sent impulses of [velvety essence] to and from the crown of his head down to the sole of his foot, plus every contour of his muscles and fiber.

"You are..."

Blake coughed.

"Blake!"

The man's beautiful eyes gazed upon him.

"Oh, Blake Listerio..."

The man got out a slightly sunburn parchment and scribbled the name, before applying it into the system. And then after that, he got him registered.

"Pick your classes..."

The man spoke, only to pause and speak again.

"We have several classes. Let me give you a sample."

He searched a few parchment and handed just one of it to him and Blake looked into the papers.

Blake tskked seeing the classes.

"Teo-generation...PSH, uhm Combat? Yeah combat add that. What is a tevolutional ire? Whatever I don't Care... Humph! Sorcery? Sorcery!!"

Blake looked up.

"You mean I can learn sorcery?"

The short man smirked.

"Sorcery isn't actually learnt in few weeks but at least, you would get a hang of it."

Blake smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"Add that!"

The man typed on his system and smiled.

"Now pick your last class and choose wisely."

Blake thought for a while.

"Survival. Add that!"

The man chuckled after that.

"You are indeed smart. Now, you're all set! Your room is room number 56, here is your key."

Blake immediately collected the bronze keys from him and gave a pleased smile.

"Can I have... like, the schedule for the week until it's time for the second trial?"

"Oh, yeah. I have that!"

He rummage through his drawer and got out a single piece of paper forged from tiny obsidian. And then gave it to Blake.

"For now, you have to freshen up then, come for lunch before the first class starts."

Then Blake walked out.

His head held high, but still his mind couldn't contain what package would come from learning sorcery. Yes, it was a really powerful course and this one would take one years to perform so he needed much time, but at least, if he could learn anything tangible no matter how small, at least it was something.

Blake smiled as he walked upper towards the very heart of the Imperial Academy. Then before him, the number 56 was boldly written.

He barged in.

There was a massive king sized bed with nice pillows. It was so warm and comfortable that Blake felt that overwhelming sensation to fall on it and sleep.

In his room, there was a large mirror on the wall with a single desk and a small chair placed for him there. He had his own bathroom and most importantly, he had to quicken up in order to fill himself with some tasty food.

He could feel the hunger rising so morbidly, he couldn't tell when last he even ate a normal food. Even the abnormal food was hard to get. In the last three days of walking on that path sea Blake knew he hadn't eaten. He managed to eat something only when Jotham took him to the lounge/resort. But it wasn't all that heart catching. It was only all Jotham could afford.

Blake sighed stepping into the bathroom.