After following William from behind, Wilder ended up going through twists and turns until finally making his way out of the area.
At this point, The head instructor had disappeared due to an 'emergency." Though he didn't tell them what the emergency was, the look of worry on his face was very clear.
"Where are we going?" Wilder inquired
This William guy had become a pain in the ass almost immediately after Wilder signed the contract; he just kept ignoring Wilder.
Wilder thought that maybe it had something to do with the emergency, but he didn't know what it was, and Willam didn't want to tell him anything about it.
"Even though you still maintain your status as a special grade cadet in the Warhawk Academy, you also have to maintain the reputation of the Blackhawk faction, meaning you can't slack off." William finally spoke after a long period of silence.
Wilder couldn't help but shake his head after hearing this. All of a sudden, after signing the contract, this dude was behaving like some sort of big shot, speaking in riddles and withholding information.
"lets go" After a brief pause, William started walking once more.
Slowly, they made their way past several buildings.
The Blackhawk faction's inner gate was much grander than it looked from inside a car; the infrastructure was superb; the only thing was that the place looked quite desolate as there didn't seem to be anyone around the area.
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"hello?" wilder greeted
"ah Wilder? What are you doing here?" A voice resounded from inside a gymnasium-sized room.
Wilder was flabbergasted. The person in front of him was called Troy. He was tall, had long blond hair, and had a nice build. He was there with a few other cadets of the special grades class though there were a lot of them that Wilder couldn't recognize
He had spent some time with them during and after the 3rd year graduation party and had come to better understand his peers.
Most of these guys had special backgrounds, hence their incredible talent. After all, to display a certain level of talent, one needed some sort of investment in that talent.
Even Wilder, who was an immortal, had some help in terms of training with Liam's family equipment.
"blackhawk?" Troy lifted his left arm and showed It to Wilder, and Wilder in turn showed his to them
The difference between the tattoos was so subtle that only someone who had seen and compared both could tell the difference.
There were about 3 others Wilder could recognize in this room, and all of them were from the special grades class, and they had very high standings in society, hence their positions in the Blackhawk faction.
"Hmp," one of the cadets from the special grades class scoffed at Wilder before walking off from the group.
This Wilder couldn't help but sigh; the previous owner of this body had made quite a few enemies.
"I figure that you got an invitation." Troy, who had just observed his scene, spoke in a light tone, completely ignoring what had just happened.
"Well, yh," Wilder responded with a nod as he walked to the side of Troy. He was the most down-to-earth person in the group and was always welcoming.
Meanwhile, Troy smiled. The administration had seen Wilder's talent and invited him. It made absolute sense; Wilder didn't need any standing to join the factions; his talent alone was enough.
Beside Troy, Wilder observed his surroundings; there were faces Wilder didn't know. The Blackhawk faction, of course, had members in Wilder's age gap that didn't need to join the academy to get discovered and recruited; some even had family members that were long-standing members of the faction.
"isn't that?" Wilder paused as his eyes scanned the surroundings.
To the side, there was a lady with a hoody sitting on a bench with her back against the wall. She had her cell phone in her hand and was currently buried in it.
"Yup, the president. Now," Troy said to Wilder while trying to change the direction where Wilder was looking.
The class president was the most prominent person in this group, unlike the others. Troy knew for a fact that she had broken through to the enhanced human stage with a black core, setting her apart from the rest of them by leaps and bounds.
And although Wilder said the same thing, most of the cadets didn't believe him. It wasn't that they thought he was lying; they just thought that he might have been mistaken.
After all, he didn't have any standard techniques that he could use in forming the core and probably just used the basic ones the academy thought
It would be a miracle if Wilder could even form a crimson one with that kind of technique, but he did, hence their admiration.
Troy took Wilder and introduced him to people in here, and to Wilder's surprise, most of them had broken through with a crimson core, and even though Anya had done the same, she wasn't invited to join the Blackhawk faction.
Wilder, of course, asked Troy why this was the case.
"Um, I really don't know the criteria, bro." Troy shook his head as he answered.
It was strange. She didn't get in, but Wilder could only sigh in relief. The main reason he had asked was because he didn't want to get caught off guard by Anya.
After what had happened, he had not heard a word from Anya, but when she came to the dorms looking for him, he understood that she was pissed from her expression.
"Clang!" All of a sudden, a sound echoed inside the place.
Wilder traced the sound to a platform hanging on the side of the gymnasium. There was a man standing on this platform, and beside him was a sort of lever that seemed to have been pulled down.
"hm?" Not long after, Wilder felt his body tightening and his surroundings tense up. This feeling was familiar.
It was the feeling he got when he was in the guest room at Anya's house.
"This is a gravity room." Wilder thought to himself:
This was a gigantic -size gravity room, and forgetting about the size, the amount of money and resources it took to create one of these was enormous.