Evan Godfrey

(Evan's pov)

A student was observing the situation of the new student ' Rudra Reddy' from behind a corner silently.

Rudra passed by the group of students without so much as flinching. From what Evan felt Rudra isn't even a 1st Ascension yet but the feeling he gave off was like a blood mountain, unmovable, unshakable, unbreakable.

' From the day I was knew that I am God of time's legacy inheritor, I kept having strange dreams of my death. But something changed from a year ago, I stopped seeing the same dream of my death. I was relieved. My peaceful days returned, I enjoyed the peace I found after all the suffering but...'

' But today, during the class when Rudra introduced himself, I saw a vision. In that vision, I was staring at the mangled bodies of my classmates, everyone one of them was dead, torn flesh and the blood which spurted everywhere, the gruesome site I saw made my body shiver.'

[ Skill ********** is in effect. ]

I am sure of it, the vision I saw is the future of my class and It definitely has something to do with Rudra.

' Is he the reason my classmates are going to die?'

' Or is he the one who is going to kill all of them?'

" Argh..."

I need to figure out these things.

They have suffered so much, I can't let anything happen to them. Not while I am alive.

Haa.... let's start from here.

' Status Window.'

[ Name : Evan Godfrey.

Race : Human(60%), Elf(40%)

Title : God of Time's inheritor, ***********

Bloodline : None.

Physic : None.

Affinity : Time(Godly).

Level : 108 ( 4,356/10,900)

Realm : 3rd Ascension.

Strength : 313/ Agility :313/ Stamina : 123/

Perception : 123/ Mana : 223/ Health : 123.

Extra SP : 00

Charm : A-

Skills : Time manipulation(M)( level 01), Duration Empowerement(U) ( level 01), Chronokinetic Swordmanship(U) ( level 02), *********(U) ( Level 01), Intermediate Communication(M)( Level 10).

Weapon Arts : None. ]

' Just what is this ********* skill?'

I wiped the sweat on my forehead and came out of my hiding spot.

I watched as his back slowly disappeared from my vision.

" The skill he used is terrifying."

I couldn't help but think as his opponents were 2nd Ascension and he himself isn't even 1st Ascension.

" Haa... that guy is a Monster."

There are geniuses who can fight those who are above their own rank with hard work, skills and courage.

This is the Star Verse Academy, here only those who have what it takes to be the best survive. For others, it's just a nightmare which will haunt them till the rest of their life.

Although, it is still no where near the level of the main academy. I heard that some of the students of the main Star Verse Academy commit suicide because they couldn't handle the enormous pressure.

And here we have a guy who isn't even a 1st Ascension scaring away the 2nd Ascension students who are amongst the best of this area like it's nothing.

Haa..

Just what type of skill is that?

As per the restrictions set up by The Records, a being below 5th Ascension cannot use skills or items above Magic grade. Which means the skill he used just now must be Magic grade or below. But how is it possible to have this much of an effect by a Magic grade skill?

" Fuu.. let's not think about negative things. Let's just hope he doesn't mess with any one from the class or I..... "

A cold glint passed through his dark black eyes as he stared at the direction where Rudra went.

" .... will kill him."

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(Rudra's pov)

As soon as I entered my room, I searched for the bed.

Today sure was exhausting.

I threw my body on the bed, I kept sinking as the soft and spongy bed contracted and adjusted to my size.

My whole body became loose and lost all the strength.

Knock knock

'Ugh...who is it now?'

Letting out curses after curses, I picked my body and dragged it towards the door.

I opened the door.

Smash!

A fist came smashing down straight on my face.

" Argh...."

' Who is it now?'

" Who are you?"

A deep voice echoed in the whole room. A black masked person stood in front of the door as his hands trembled.

The black masked person spoke as he closed the door carefully.

" That's my line, you fucker."

Who the fuck is he? Barging into my room and smashing my handsome face.

" I asked, who are you? you weren't supposed to be here. How did this happen? Who messed up this time now?"

The figure just kept on mumbling while staring daggers at me. By his tone and shaky eyes, anyone can tell that this person was going through a major amount of stress.

" I should be the one asking you, who are you?"