AN OUTCAST-III

A gorgeous metropolis with tall glass skyscrapers and vertical gardens, flying pods, people commuting using special devices, and a city that is 100 percent sustainable and powered by renewable energy was proudly dubbed "The Future."

Because of the existence of the obelisk, the city was highly expanded; the obelisk drew a lot of people upon its arrival, and a lot of people sought to examine it, culminating in a major economic boom.

The city is also recognized for having an academy that conducts study on obelisks and also the power they bestow, as well as a training center where those who have been blessed by the obelisks may learn how to control their blessings (Authority). This institution claims to be the best and is known across the world as "THE FUTURE ACADEMY."

Against the city's cries of misery, frustration, laughter, and discussion, "haaa haaa..." was the voice that stood out amid the multitude. Aiden was the person behind this voice.

while everyone else was using special equipment or flying pods He was only sprinting to go to school.

"Shit, I'm going to be late."

Cursing so, he rushed as if his life depended on it, and he barely made it to school on time.

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The Future Academy, as the name suggests, was far ahead of its time, with seven buildings that mimicked the seven wonders of the world. The admin building, which resembled the Taj Mahal, was called FT-1, the Colosseum, where students were trained, was called FT-2, Chichen Itza, where classes for the blessed were held, was called FT-3, Machu Picchu was the library, Christ the Redeemer, and Petra were the locations where research was conducted, and this vast academy was surrounded by a massive wall resembling the Great Wall of China.

You could be thinking, It's great that I, Aiden, get to go to such a prominent college, or anything along those lines.

"HAHAHA"...

I looked at the structures in front of me and laughed mockingly.

"Hey!! Is it not loser?"

So there you have it, my day is destroyed right from the start.

I turned around and glanced at the caller, dad bod with brown hair and a uniform two sizes too tiny to suit that physique, I don't recognise him. In other words, he had never met me. So it's that scenario where bullying always starts with one person and spreads from there, with many others joining in even if they don't know the victim.

"Who are you?" I inquired.

The individual sneered at me and asked, "Why does it matter?"

"Huh?" was all I could say before he punched me in the face.

"Fuck that stung like shit", I thought before passing out.