The shitty day before the academy starts

The rewards hidde—Safe kept by the shitty system was returned to the rightful owner. It was over 60 rewards. Though most of them were pretty useless items like low-grade health potion and stamina potions, it was still good to have. He stored those items in the dimensional space within the system. It was like an inventory inside some games. Not only it can store the system's bought items and received items, but it can also store other outside materials too.

Some of the rewards were useful but none of them came close to the first reward. That was understandable as the 'Rank Booster' was just a gift rewarded for the very first quest given by the system.

'Hey virus, can you also copy movements from dead people?' Desmond was sipping his coffee while channel surfing the T.V.

[…]

'Virus?'

[…]

'Are you mad… virus?'

[Fuck you, don't you fucking dare call me a virus, you ungrateful bastard. I'm the heavenly system from the celestial world and you… you fucking donkey from some shit hole dare to call me a 'virus']

'Ah… seems like I've struck some nerve.'

[…]

'Why aren't you replying?'

[…]

'You on period?'

[Fuck you, you illiterate and uncultured bastard]

'Whoa, how vulgar.' He suddenly stopped on a particular channel. It was a news channel.

"…The supervillains who were terrorizing the downtown were brought down by hero Home Bringer. He was alone on this mission, as the other members of the vagabonds were on different missions across the world. We have the live footage of the brutally mutilated victims by the hands of the supervillains…" Then the video of some people who were brutally mutilated was playing. Some of them had their head turned unnaturally, some of them were skinned and their dead body without their skin was being focused on.

[Whoa, don't you guys have something like a censor board or something for censoring these brutal scenes before playing them on the international news?]

"Why would we need to censor those things?"

[What do you mean? Doesn't this footage would be seen by kids?]

"Uh… yes, it would be seen by them. So, what's the harm?"

[I mean they are kids, right? Won't they be… you know, 'influenced' by this?]

"Yes, they would be. That is why they chose to become heroes so that they can save people from suffering more at the hands of the villains." He rolled his eyes. "What is it? Doesn't your celestial world have something like this?"

[Of course, no. My world is a peaceful world and even if there is something like this, it wouldn't be broadcasted before censoring for the general audience.]

"Oh… interesting."

[Also, wouldn't the kids be influenced by this and turn evil rather than a hero?]

"It can happen, but that is where the 'academies' arrive. They either mold the young ones to be heroes or monitor them for any suspicious move until the end. And even after the end and they are the same, they will be put down by the academy themselves." He took a sip from the coffee while watching Home Bringer delivering a speech.

"… Justice and peace will always prevail. And if it doesn't, then I'll make sure it happens…" With that, he flew away.

"What an actual fucking trash." He threw the empty cup into the bin, which actually missed the bin entirely.

[Pff… with your aim, you could join the shooting competitions and could win the cup… of course, for cleaning the shooting areas.]

"Wow, that is actually some high-level jock. Does your celestial world have some course or degree for these types of… dog shits?"

[…]

"Ah… I might as well visit that place one day and shall learn the heavenly comedy of my shitty system, too. This I promise on my shitty system."

[Whoa… You really thought some shitty wanker from this shit hole could enter the divine world full of gods and goddesses]

"If a little shit like you're from that planet, I don't really see any problems for a saint like me to enter that planet. And I can already imagine what level of standards I can expect from your people."

[Fuck you, dumb fuck!]

Their bickering continued throughout the day. It was the next day, the day when his academy starts. Again.

"Wake up, sir, it's already time for the academy to start its inauguration ceremony," John called out to his young sir, who was sleeping like a little baby on the bed. He doesn't want to wake him up seeing the peaceful look on his sir's face, but since this was his first day at the academy, he didn't want him to be late.

After some time of calling, Desmond eventually woke up and took a bath. He wore some casual dress since the uniforms were not mandatory on festival days.

[Wow… Look at you, you look like a chimpanzee from the 'animal universe' program.] system honestly complemented Desmond while he looked in the mirror.

'I'm not in the mood for your shitty comedy, Shit fuck. So shut up.'

[Whoa… SO SCARY! Why are you pissed off, you on period? He he he]

Desmond just rolled his eyes after hearing the dog shit comedy in this early morning.

"…"

"Have you packed all the essential stuff needed for the dormitory, sir?" John asked as he sees his young sir was ready for the departure.

"Yes, I've John," Desmond replied as he entered the car with a backpack.

"What about the books and stuff?"

"… I've." He played on his tab.

"You know if something happens you can always call me, right Sir?"

"… John."

"Yes, sir?"

He looked at John, with dead eyes. "… Stop acting like my father."

"Uh… Sorry, Sir." John looked a bit sad, but he knew better than to leave it like that since his young sir was just a child.

[Wow. Look at you, Desmond Shepheard pissing people off who genuinely cared about him since past life.]

"Shut up!"

"Wha- what, sir?" John was surprised by the sudden rise in the voice.

"Oh… no, nothing, John."

"… As you say, sir."

[Pff.]

'You haven't answered what I asked about yesterday?'

[What did you ask?]

'About copying moves from dead people.'

[… I can do it. But I need to properly analyse it. If the video doesn't meet all the criteria, then it might not be possible to learn it… completely.]

'I see. Can you analyze this?' He quickly played a video of his father doing some martial arts from the 'Me Tube.'

[… Give me time to analyze the video.]

"Okay."

John was feeling really overwhelmed as he watches his young sir watching his late father's video.

He must be feeling lonely. Poor kid. And it is not some cute or fatherly video, it was Graham's training video.

Such a strong will, young sir is really the hope of the world, just like his father boasted.

[Analyse has completed. You can learn the move. Should I send it to your brain?]

'Yes, proceed.'

[Proceeding]

Unbeknownst to John, the shitty system and the trash hero were just stealing his beloved Sir's private mega moves without any remorse or guilt toward the dead.