The lost child of Bernstein

"Hey asshole" a boy splashes a glass of water on Drake, who was disturbed from his sleep.

"It's time for school, wake up" the bully had no sympathy for the boy, whatsoever.

4 years ago, before Drake met Alma, the guy who woke him up was Zen, but he's just an underdog.

"Yoo, Drake, did you piss yourself this morning" a bully in his class spoke, the whole class laughed at him, he was also quite talented himself, being a high-tier psionic at a very young age gave him the edge among his peers.

"No I didn't" he replied calmly, Drake never felt fear even though he was a high-tier psionic user.

"What did you say? you fucker" Leon fumed with a red face, it was a look of intimidation. Drake was scared, but he still stood up.

"I said, I didn't do it" he replied.

"Who do you think you are," Leon said, as Drake was flung to the other side of the classroom, everyone who saw the predicament inside was shocked.

"Ugh" Drake was bleeding from head to toe, and his skull was fractured even, but luckily without his knowledge, the healing factor effects him in days, all thanks to his unique physique.

Although he never knew about it, he thinks he's weak just because he's told so, there was no one standing up for him, no one looking after him. Days get longer and longer, he wants to escape this suffering until one day, after 2 years.

"Hi, my name is Claire Holland, it's nice to meet you all" the girl was considered a genius 3rd tier mage, Drake's suffering was about to end, or so he thought, one day he meets the girl at the park, which is a couple of meters behind the dorms.

"What are you doing here, alone," Drake asked her, both of them were at the park after lunch hours.

"It's peaceful to sit beneath a tree shade, cozy even, wanna sit next to me?" Claire suggested to him.

"Sure" Drake slightly glowed, as he sits.

"So what do your parents do for a living?" she asked.

"I'm an orphan" he replied monotonously.

"I..see.." said Claire, she felt sad about him, maybe he's just as lonely as her, perhaps to her, she felt like they were a lot similar.

Days went by, Claire became his childhood sweetheart, and likewise, Claire got a soft spot for him as well, even if she had sadistic intentions.

Drake and Claire shared all of their secrets, it's as if they became best friends, and both of them were a little mature for their age. Even if she had blood in her hands, in Drake's world, she was the perfect girl.

"How cute" Claire smirked looking at him during class, which visibly flustered Drake even more.

Although his dreams were almost crushed when he found out that Claire, with her friends, was hanging out with Leon, Issac, and Jenson. The bullies his class, he was shocked but he couldn't care less about it anymore.

Drake knew that Claire wouldn't hang out with them if they were perverts. So she didn't know about them much. Drake was determined to break the friendship between her and the bullies, he couldn't care less about anything, he just wants to talk to her. Of course, it was stupid of Drake not to tell her about the bullies.

A year later, in his classroom itself, a terrible situation happened.

"hey Drake, where's the money I told u to bring," Issac asked him.

"I don't have any money," he said truthfully.

"Stop lying, I know you're earning money through girls, how dare you sell their panties," Issac said with a grin.

"Wha-what are you talking about" Drake was confused, being a naive child, he shouldn't have uttered those words.

"This" Issac zips out his bag, throwing all the stuff outside, as many undergarments show up. it's been wiped with mayonnaise, it had a rotten smell, the Mayo was old enough to be spoiled, which had been smeared on these garments. what caught Claire's attention wasn't the garments but the corpse inside the bag. There was a dead body of a cat, Drake and Claire used to give it alot of food in their spare time. Claire broke down in tears as she saw the corpse.

Everyone saw what Drake had in his bag, but then Claire also witnessed that he had stolen hers, which was surely her undergarments. later made her even despise him more.

"Disgusting mutt, ugh it stinks." Ronda cussed, looking at him while holding her nose.

"it's him, am I right Sol," Issac said with a sorrowful expression, his acting skills were top-notch.

"I'm more concerned about the carcass" Sol said. one of the girls that Claire hangs out with, she wasn't a bully type but is usually known to be a meanie, most kids are scared of her, although she does have a heart of gold.

Then, there's Kevin, Issac's dog, who had a bad reputation for being a pervert, who makes fun of her by spinning her garments in a circle, Sol beats the crap out of him until he begs him to stop.

"How could you?" Claire thought to herself, she hated how everything crumbled because of him. She already had a bad perception of men because of her trauma, but now it reminded her of that same incident again, she can't look at him in the same way, then again she tries her best to act like nothing has happened ed, as if he gets everything back.

"it's not me, someone set this up, please trust me Claire " Drake was sharp with his instincts but too bad, Claire scowled at him visibly. He felt like his soul had left his body.

It was over, everything crumbled because of his bullies. They didn't do anything to him because of Claire, so they used her as a scapegoat to end his relationship with her, but doing so only makes her distrust worse on men.

"Drake, can you meet me up at the park this evening, we need to talk," Claire asked, her eyes had a blank expression, as if she would kill him any moment now, more or less she was looking at a dumpster than Drake in person.

"Fine..." Drake didn't speak up, the complaints about him were all over the school, Drake became a laughing joke since everyone knew about him.

Being known as the panty-nut thief. he meets up with his teachers about this issue, endlessly getting scolded until it was evening, the school time was over.

And so he meets her in the same park, as always but this time, it's with a group of girls that Claire had befriended, Sol and Ronda.

"Well, now what? are we gonna beat the crap out of him or just talk him out of it?" Said Ronda.

"I'll decide that Ronda, but what if he's telling the truth that it's not him," asked Claire.

"Then I guess we should.." before sol could say anything Ronda interrupts her.

"He's using you Claire, don't believe him, all boys are the same, such a disgusting pervert like him shouldn't be alive in the first place, he needs to suffer miserably," said Ronda, holding Claire's hand.

"You're right," said Claire agreeing with her, "oh well, speak of the devil" smirked Ronda, Drake came into the scene, just as Ronda expected him.

"It wasn't me Claire, I know that you won't believe me, but I'm being set up by the bullies, I can explain more and confess i'm wro-" before he could say anything, Claire used magic to push him to the tree, which they used to sit on.

"Pathetic loser" Claire fumed, Drake felt fear for the first time, she was glaringly superior to him in powers.

"it's not me..." as he said this, his right hand was twisted beyond recognition, not only that she was a mage, but also a transcended psionic user. It was rare for anyone to be on that rank.

"wait stop.." Sol tried to stop Claire, but she was pushed out.

"What if he's telling the truth," sol thought to herself, another girl who was with her, healed Sol.

"I told you, not to get involved with her," said Ronda, ironically she's the one who set up everything, which Sol doesn't know.

"ugh..whatever" Sol said with a glower.

"AAARGH" Drake screamed as he was close to tearing up, just because she misunderstood him, but he had to hold it in, not be weak, at that moment, everything about his life flashed right through him, about the people he encountered, the people who treated him badly. His classroom ridiculed him every single day, And kids in his Dorms bullied him, it was all because he was weak.

"you can punish someone, but isn't she killing him?" Sol fumed at Ronda.

"it's for the better, I hated him ever since I first met, so I'm satisfied with this outcome" Ronda replied with a cynical smile, which annoyed Sol even more but she kept quiet.

"you're insane" sol growled at her. Meanwhile, Drake kept fighting his inner demons.

"I won't cry," Drake thought, as his left-hand gets turned, cracks could be heard, Drake holds all of the feelings he had at the moment, hatred from being mistaken, anger from not being listened to, and sorrow from loneliness.

"Say it, did you do it or not, you disgusting fuck" Claire said savagely.

"I DIDN'T DO IT, I SWEAR.." Drake squealed like a rat, he tried his best to make her admit the truth, sadly he was out of breath, and couldn't muster up himself from such an injury, his throat was crushed, his legs turned backward, each part of his body contorted like a spring.

Profusely bleeding, Drake got unconscious, almost out of breath, he could die any moment by now. Until he woke up at night, this time, all he cared about was survival.

"ugh...help..." Drake tried to scream, as his consciousness returned, but endless pain coursed through his body, although his healing factor reacted fast to his injuries, it was failing him, if he was completely healed by himself, he'd be a corpse by daytime.

He cried endlessly that night since there had been a magic seal, laying between the tree branches, nobody saw what she had done to him, until midnight that's when Alma witnessed his struggle.

"This boy...." she muttered to herself.

"This ain't just a normal injury, that I can heal with the lowest-grade spell. I guess I need to use that" Alma thought as she uses the heal spell to counter the transcendent's power.