Becoming a close combat mage.
"You are pleased, I take it." Dex told Ning Chu.
The cold class goddess smiled like a flower in full bloom and nodded, accepting that indeed she was pleased. Not just pleased, she looked very proud of Dex for what he had accomplished here.
He had faced the dean, other teachers, high level mages and he held his ground firmly. He looked so dashing and heroic, it made her fall for him all over again.
"I will be sure to take you along with me when I get into more trouble again." he told her.
With a hunting system like this one, there would be no end to battles in his life. He didn't care how many came to cut him down, he would crush them all.
A dangerous glint reflected in his eyes and quickly disappeared. He smiled at Ning Chu and stroked her head gently.
"You should go to class now,"
"Let's go together." she answered.
She put her hand in his, intending to make it clear to everyone in school that Dex Atticus was her territory, no encroachers allowed.
He however pulled his arm from hers and shook his head.
"I am going in a different direction and then I have to go and begin my punishment."
Curious, Ning Chu looked at him quizzically.
"Go." he told her.
He followed those words up with a chuckle. How did people call her cold when she could pout so cutely? Was this the same Ning Chu from his last life?
"I will come and find you." she told him.
"I have no intentions to hide." he held his arms open and said.
She left, turning back occasionally to wave with a smile on her face.
He stayed there and watched her leave, a doting smile on his own face but as soon as she faded away, the smile disappeared and a cold aura too the place of the warmth which had been there.
Dex walked to a different building quickly, ignoring the curious stares of the few students he met along the way. Soon, this curiosity would die down and they would be interested in something else.
He went to a classroom that was inside the task hall building and shoved the door open.
This was the class of close combat mages, the magicians who were not excellent at weaving spells but using the strength of their physical bodies as weapons and an extension of their magic.
It was not a popular class compared to the other one. In a few years however, that would change.
The appearance of mages like Sid Sorenson, Brock Livingston, Deidre Ding and others would change that.
"Hey dude, are you searching for someone?" one of the students in the classroom asked him.
It was a tall bare chested boy, with arms firm like rocks. His body was glistening, as sweat covered every exposed part. He was the standard combat mage, well built and strong.
Dex recognized him and he smiled. This was Brock Livingston, the greatest combat mage whose ice fists could shake and collapse an entire city like an earthquake. He could turn his entire body into a living, breathing and walking ice man covered in sharp icicles that could slice as perfectly as any sword.
What was a villain without capable minions? In this moment Dex had just picked his third minion.
"I want to sign up for the class." Dex told him.
Brock looked Dex up and down and he smirked.
Despite having experienced changes in the last week, Dex was still on the slim side. His arms were toned but his physique did not resemble that of someone who engaged in any form of physical exercise.
"Are you sure? I don't mean to be rude but you kinda look scrawny. Wouldn't you rather be with the spell casters?"
Dex knew everything or almost everything there was to know about spell casting. What he needed was the knowledge on how to turn his body into the perfect magical weapon.
"I find them boring and lazy. Anyone can chant, but one good spell to take away your voice or if you lose your tongue somehow it's game over.
Combat magic on the other hand is different. If I am strong as a the deepest and tallest mountain, I will be invisible."
He did not need spell casting magic, he had a system for all that. What he needed was a strong and fast body that was as hard and impenetrable as steel or rock.
Brock shrugged, "It's your funeral. Sign up sheet is over there and you will have to get in the middle of the fighting circle immediately for initiation."
Brock slapped Dex on the back really hard and Dex gasped for breath. It was as if a shard of ice had just stabbed him through the back and come out through his chest.
"If you can't even take that then you are going to die out here red." Brock chuckled.
"We will see." Dex replied.
"Gather around, we have a newbie, time for initiation." he bellowed.
Dex signed up for the class and walked into the middle of a circle. This class had around fifty students and they all found different positions that gave them the best view of what was definitely a fight waiting to happen.
"Wake the teacher up." Brock said.
Someone tossed a ball in the corner, it hit the wall and exploded. Water came pouring out and landed on a figure that was huddled and sleeping down.
Whoever it was, they sat up and shouted, "You brats. How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?"
It was a male voice, an angry male.
"Teacher, initiation." a girl shouted.
The man stood up and removed the large cloak which was covering most of his body. He yawned loudly and dragged a hand through his brown hair.
He noticed Dex and scratched his dirt brown beard which had one white streak as he approached him.
"Oh, you are that brat that almost killed your classmates then threatened them. I watched your trial in my mirror, and you got away with it. Good for you kid."
He slapped Dex on the back just as Brock had done.
Dex winced and glared at the teacher. Was everyone here seeing him as easy pickings or was this their way of greeting?
"Who is the kid fighting?" he asked.
Dex looked around with curious eyes, waiting to see who his opponent would be.
"Me." someone stepped forward.
It was a big boy with short purple hair and a large gold nose ring.
"What is he, a bull?" Dex asked himself.
"Congratulations, you get the salamander." the teacher said, in a bored voice. "In initiation, everything goes, but no weapons just hands, fists, legs and magic. Try not to die new kid."