Chapter 3: School

Stroph accelerated his pace and walked as much as 100 meters, then he slowed down again, he didn`t liked to rush anywhere.

After a couple of seconds of leisurely walking, he suddenly remembered the Bookmark`s words.

<Hey, explain me what those points and coins were for>

[For points and coins you can buy a huge number of all sorts of things. There are points of different types, certain types of points may be needed to purchase specific skills and things for which only one specific type of points is needed, there are also common points.]

[All points can be converted to each other at a ratio of 1 to 3, the conversion of common points into other types of points occurs in a ratio of 1 to 1, for example: 30 points of harm can convert into 10 benefit points or 10 wish points or 10 total points. If it is converted 50 common points into wish points, then you will get exactly 50 wish points].

<Of course, it means it's better to save the total points. Bookmark, and how earn points coins, really only by histories?> Asked Stroph, thinking about the information he received.

[Points and coins are awarded, according to performing tasks and participating in special events, there are other ways, but you will learn about them later].

<Okay..., 100 oh right, I have points in total, don't think it's worth spending them now>.

After thinking about it for a while Stroph went to school, 15 minutes later he was already at the gates of his school and has only 5 minutes left before the test. A very large, seven-storey building appeared in front of him. It was his school, which he every day goes to, at least that's how it was supposed to be, but such a crazy pace he supported only when he was in the elementary school. Now it is maximum once a week. Before the exams there was still a year, Stroph was only in the second year of high school. They did not have any vacations, and, or indeed, what`s to talk about, if their teachers say, "Every second of learning will increase your chances in the war or on the battlefield!"

"Uh... well, why couldn`t I get a more sleep today, and what fucking tests...."

Stroph slowly approached the entrance, AI checked his identity, confirmed all the other parameters and quietly missed him. Then Stroph went straight to the roof.

Naturally, Stroph would not decide to walk on the stairs of the all seven floors, his road was straight to the nearest lift.

"Where are you going, lazy face?" Charles was waiting for him at the lift, he knew his best friend well enough to predict that Stroph will go to the roof to eat even knowing that very soon will be the test.

"Oh, you're here, Charles, and all dressed up as usual, but why are you here? Shouldn't we start a test soon?" Strophe was in a slight embarrassment. Charles never skipped school, and never was late, just a role model, so he did not understand why he was here now.

Charles had thick brown hair styled back, hazel eyes, a slightly sharp face and nose with a small hump. He always wore a suit and a white shirt, but without a tie, he also wore glasses with a rectangular frame, looks just like white collar.

"I know you too well, you don't care that the test is coming soon, the food is sacred to you, but that's why I had specifically lied you about the time," Charles was calm, speaking these words with a light smile on his face and slightly sparkling eyes.

"What`s? It's 11:57, after 3 minutes there should be a test according to your words," Stroph mumbled quietly and then started to think about it, but Charles interrupted his deep thoughts.

"The test is at 12:30, as you are not often at school, you could not know this, I was just sure you won't calculate everything so that you can come on time and have time to eat, okay, we still have exactly 32 minutes, let's eat, I hope you haven`t forgotten my request" Charles said calmly, then came up and called up the lift.

"Oh, I communicate with a genius of this world... I`ve got you a cinnamon bun and iced tea."

The moment Stroph stopped talking, the lift arrived.

They went up to the seventh floor, and then to the roof pretty quickly. There they began to eat, Stroph gave Charles a cinnamon bun and iced tea.

"You know, it's certainly bad that you don't go to school, but who else would have brought me a bun with cinnamon and iced tea right before the test?" After these words, Charles opened his mouth and bit off a piece of buns.

"That's right, by the way, how much time do we have left?" Asked Stroph, while drinking tea with the bun.

"Another 10 minutes, they say it won`t be an ordinary test, we are high school students more than a year so that we are gradually being prepared for the harsh reality. Rumor has it, that this time we won`t be sparring with each other, the Phantom Association has provided monsters for practical trainings at school. They say we will be given to fight with some trivial things to check our skills as well as the invited guest will deal with someone bigger", Charles continued to eat, telling Stroph about the current situation.

Phantoms were called people who had their own special skills and techniques. From wizards, commanding elements to walking 3 meter warriors with impenetrable skin and steel muscles. Naturally, not everyone could become a phantom, for this, although you don`t need to pull a happy ticket at birth and get skills from the first days, but talent, money, tenacity and resources could play a role in whether you become a phantom.

"Fighting against monsters? We`d already done it on the exam at the end of high school, I thought I wouldn't see them again until graduation," said Stroph, chewing the last piece of bun and drinking his tea.

"Well, we'll see everything on the exam, we have to go, the test will take place in the underground hall for training" After these words, Charles picked up the tea bottles and buns packaging and took them to the nearest garbage can, then they headed to the lift.

"I never understood why you throw away garbage, a drone-cleaner would come and take everything, why for so much fuss" asked Stroph waiting for the lift.

"If I don't even throw your trash, then because of your influence, I'll soon turn into you, I can't stand it" Charles answered with a light smile on his face.

"Oh, you…"

Shssssssssss!

"Get in the lift faster, I don`t want to be late " Charles interrupted him abruptly.

5 minutes later they were already in the underground hall, it was 12:28, approaching to their class they immediately heard the girls` yelling.

"Oh, it's Charles, he's beautiful as usually."

"Charles, can you help me with the ballistics after lesson?" It was a girl about sixteen years old. She had a very cute face, red hair tied in a bundle, a small number of freckles, as well as bright green eyes.

"My apologies, but I`ll be busy after lesson, this time I won`t be able." Charles politely refused.

"Okay, I got it, I'm sorry if I disturbed you," said the girl and quickly ran away to the side.

<Yeah, Charles is quite popular with girls, and some of them are just like this one, constantly trying to get close him somehow. It a pity, that they don`t understand there aren`t any chances for Charles' heart. Unlike me, don't know what kind girls he likes, or maybe it's all the best, because he's fucking pervert...> Looking at this scene a huge number of thoughts appeared in Stroph`s head, and Charles had to pull him a little to bring back into reality.

"Stroph, it soon begins, let's come to all," said Charles and hurried to class.

Stroph slowly followed him, after a couple of seconds, they, together with the whole class, were waiting for the teachers` arrival.

The underground hall for training was incredibly large, about 50 feet high, and several soccer fields by size.

Also apart from their class, there was another class here, all were about the same age.

Exactly one minute later the eastern gate opened, the height of it was about 25 feet, and the thickness of the doors was about 12 inches, it was made of incredible hard metal alloy. To everyone's surprise, the first person to come into the hall was not Mr. Hardy, but the tall man in the burgundy shirt and black pants, with long purple hair, sharp face and a very serious look, he had an aura of a very strong man.

Mr. Hardy followed just after him, he was dressed in a gray vest and skinny black pants, he had short curly blue hair, there was some light bristle on his face, his look was very strict.

Another person followed them, and to everyone's shock, he was leading a huge number of monsters, at least a hundred, they all looked almost the same, their height was about 5 feet, they were similar in body structure to people, but there the similarities ended : dark purple skin, very skinny bodies, long arms and legs with long and razor-sharp nails, completely black eyes and an incredibly toothy mouth. Each one was wearing a special collar and thick handcuffs.

After some time, they went up to a low podium in front of the students, the first was a strange man in a red shirt, who began to speak.

"Hello, my name is Tyrone Owens, I was sent here by the Phantom Association, I am a second rank fighter, today I will watch your fights with monsters. As you can see, quite a large number of Purple Ghouls have been prepared, to pass the test you must defeat the monster in a 1v1 battle, if somebody does not want to kill, the main thing is to leave him unconscious. " His voice was very loud, and he spoke distinctly and quickly, everything was clear and audible.

Purple Ghouls were rather weak monsters, almost at the very bottom of the ranking table, but it doesn`t mean that they were not dangerous, if the most ordinary person stumbles upon them, he will die within two seconds, he will simply be cut into pieces and devoured.

You need to understand that not every person could fight with monsters, in elementary and high school there is a selection of those who can become fighters in future and fight against the monsters. And only those who were qualified enough enter high school, so absolutely all high schools were taught how to fight against monsters. Every student here was much stronger than the average person, thanks to the special training and various resources provided by the Phantom Association for all high schools.

Tyrone was a second-rank fighter, at least several times stronger than an ordinary person. Everyone could not become phantoms, there were quite a few of them, but this did not mean that they were the only support in the fight against monsters. The fighters were below the rank of Phantoms, but they killed a huge number of monsters every day for the benefit of humanity.

After his words, Tyrone Owens gestured to the man leading the monsters to bring one to him.

A couple of seconds later, one Purple Ghoul stood to the right of him.

"Please everyone pay attention, this is what you can achieve in the future if you work hard." After these words, a terrifying bloodthirsty aura began to pour out of Tyrone, and the next thing the students saw was his clenched fist in place of the monster's head, no one even saw how he stretched out his hand and squeezed it with such incredible force that the monster's head shattered into pieces. Brains and pieces of skull flew in all directions, and Tyrone's hand was elbow-deep in blood. But on his face there was still a slight smile.