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WARNING! BOOK CONTAINS SEX/BRUTALITY/RAPE/KILLINGS/GORE/SUBTLE HAREM/ROMANTIC SUBPLOT IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH THE AFOREMENTIONED TAGS, THEN PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Other Ongoing Book: The Immortal's Wine * * * Friction between several big countries escalated in the year 2040 when the world almost ran out of natural resources. In the same year, a terrifying group of unknown individuals surfaced in the world. They numbered more than several hundred thousand, appearing literally out of thin air. To think that such a monstrous group had managed to hide away without anyone's knowledge was inconceivable. The group wreaked havoc in the world with their futuristic weapons. Laser guns, fighter robots, and other advanced weaponry were included in their arsenal. Billions of humans died in the war causing liters of blood to flow in the once flourishing world. The year 2050, Major General Cale Sylvann, a 49-year-old elite and one of the leading figures of Earth Alliance died in battle. "Where am I?" "Calee! Get up or you will be late for school again!" *** Message me on discord: Condemned#0294 Join my discord server to chat with me and other readers on this link: https://discord.gg/JJTF89

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Exam

Day of the first exam, inside the Earth Alliance Academy.

"My lord, are you here to spectate the student's exam?" Santharus asked a silver-haired man who was wearing a noble-looking silver wolf mask.

The latter smiled and shook his head.

"Spectate? You could say so, but I just want to get some fresh air. And maybe I will visit a class or two." 

Santharus became nervous all of sudden. If Cale will go inside the S-Class section, his students will be pressured or unfocused which might affect their overall scores.

The masked Cale glanced at Santharus, his expression indiscernible. 

"Santharus, our students must learn to withstand pressure. And we are not training some random students here. Have more trust in your students. You have been teaching them for more than a month, do you not trust them?"

Santharus hastily bowed his head. 

"I apologize, my lord. You are indeed right, our students must learn to withstand pressure."