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"Uncle, I can explain everything that happened," Egon pleaded, wincing as his uncle released his grasp on his ear.
"What do you want to explain?" his uncle asked, his voice stern.
Egon was surprised that his uncle wanted to hear him out. "Really, Uncle Rex? You want me to explain?" he asked.
"Stop repeating what I just said and get to the point," Uncle Rex shouted, keeping his hands on his lap.
"I'm sorry, Uncle. I just didn't expect you to be so understanding," Egon said, taken aback.
"Understanding? I haven't heard anything yet," Uncle Rex said dryly.
Egon took a deep breath and began to explain what had happened. As he spoke, Uncle Rex leaned back in his chair and called out to his robot, "Mega, get me some popcorn. I'm about to listen to an interesting story."
Egon couldn't help but wonder what kind of middle-aged man would listen to children's gossip. "Seriously, Uncle? I'm not acting in a drama," he said, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment.
"Actually you have already done one, so I would love to hear the narration of the (enticing love couples)", his Uncle replied.
Egon had no other choice but to come clean. "It all started after I insulted Freya Blaze," he said, feeling a sense of shame wash over him.
"The Freya Blaze? The one I know?" Uncle Rex asked, his eyes widening in astonishment.
Egon nodded slowly. "Yes, that Freya Blaze," he said, bracing himself for his uncle's reaction.
Uncle Rex got up from the sofa and walked over to Egon, patting him hard on the back. "Man, I'm proud of you. You're truly the boy I raised," he said, his voice booming with pride.
Egon winced in pain as his uncle's pat felt more like a thundering slap. "Ouch," he groaned, rubbing his back
"What's the scream for, man?" Uncle Rex asked, looking confused.
"Its nothing, I just felt like screaming", Egon said, turning his head backwards and letting out a silent cry.
Egon was amazed,
"Uncle Rex, are you serious? You're always the type that whenever, there's a talk about pretty ladies, your ears are wide open.
Egon took a deep breath before continuing. "Uncle, I have to be honest. Whenever we're at the mall and you see an attractive woman, you always stare at her and never take your eyes off her," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
"And if staring isn't enough, you walk up to them and say all sorts of things. God knows what you're thinking," Egon added, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Uncle Rex's face turned red with anger. "What the fuck? You've been spying on me, you little shit?" he yelled.
Egon knew he had to get out of there before things got worse. He made a run for the door, but Uncle Rex was faster than he anticipated.
Before he knew it, Uncle Rex had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and was ready to hit him.
When Egon cowered in fear, he instinctively raised his hands to protect his face.
"Uncle! I'm going to be late for school!" Egon whimpered.
"Why did he have to call out for school? I was just enjoying this comedy show," let out, as he was annoyed.
"You were lucky this time. You can leave now," Uncle Rex said, finally.
Eager to get going, Egon quickly ran out of the door, followed by Mega.
"How are we supposed to get to school now? Uncle Rex won't lend us his cars. He kept me trapped inside, explaining all these useless things," Egon grumbled, kicking the floor in frustration.
"I didn't even have a chance to shower after my workout," Egon cried out, "This is the worst day ever..."
As he was halfway down the street, he heard someone calling his name.
"...Egon...," his uncle shouted from the doorway.
Uncle Rex threw a key card towards Egon and he quickly caught it.
"Take this key card to my car, it's your first day at your new school. I want you to show off to that girl," Uncle Rex commanded.
Egon jumped up with excitement when he realized it was a car key card.
He was thrilled at the prospect of driving one of his uncle's cars.
Although Uncle Rex wasn't exceedingly wealthy, due to his role as a military official, he had been given various cars as gifts from his wealthy acquaintances.
"This is the best day ever!" Egon yelled with excitement.
Eagerly, Egon tapped the key card and the car icon, which worked similarly to a mobile phone but was much lighter.
Instantly, the garage door opened, and an impressive-looking hover mobile self-drove out.
It was a stunning orange hover mobile, unlike any other car. It appeared to be a part of a special series and it looked like a custom-made car.
"It's gorgeous," Egon exclaimed in amazement.
"It's yours," Uncle Rex replied. "I no longer need it."
Overcome with emotion and gratitude, Egon ran over and gave his uncle a warm hug.
"Thank you, Uncle Rex. You're the best," he said before being interrupted.
"You're quite filthy, go wash up quickly," Uncle Rex said.
"Yes, sir," Egon quickly replied before rushing off to tidy up.
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As Egon's car entered the school's courtyard, it caught everyone's attention with the distinctive sound of its tires and the hum of its engine.
Through the car's tilted glass, people could see Egon as he opened his door. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes were his stylish, high-top sneakers. While they weren't a luxurious brand, they were still quite captivating.
He stepped out of the car, and all eyes were on him. He was impeccably dressed in the school's uniform: an orange, turtle-neck, long-sleeved shirt, a long double-breasted black jacket with his family sigil on it, and orange leather pants.
Each student's uniform varied based on the sigil of their house.
In the Mystical School, every Clan had their unique individual color to identify them; House Terrene had green color, House Blaze had red color, and House Zephyr was known for white color. The colors were a source of pride for each house and influenced their identity.
Everyone in the school could see Egon right from their class window. He was a dashing figure who swept all the ladies off their feet. The school was primarily for the rich and influential, so it was no surprise that almost everyone belonged to the upper class.
The main reason behind Egon's attention was that he exuded a certain charm that resembled only one other person in the school - Freya.
"Who is he? I have never heard of him. Maybe he came from overseas. I'm sure if he had that much wealth, he would have been quite famous," Lydia scrutinized.
"Wait a minute, isn't that the guy from the video with Freya? This is great, maybe I can make fun of her now. I have been waiting for this!" she exclaimed.
Lydia was one of the aristocratic ladies in Landon Brooke Citadel. She preferred not to associate with anyone from a lower social class. She had always prided herself on being the most beautiful girl in the school. Nevertheless, she intensely disliked Freya because her own beauty paled compared to that of Freya.
However, due to her ranking among the top ten strongest individuals in the school, Freya's weakness only made her more arrogant and impossible to deal with.
The ranking system of the school was designed to make it difficult for students with below-average intellectual capacity to keep up. The school was primarily for the strong and influential individuals. The higher one moved up in the ranking, the more benefits and opportunities were made available for leveling up. As a result, training resources were allocated more for the stronger students, leaving the weaker students to struggle to keep up.
Despite this disparity, Landon Brooke Citadel still remained among the best schools for the elite.
Egon slammed his car door and briskly ran towards the school building.
The school's architecture was a magnificent sight to behold. The angular glass façade of the building with an open, multi-floor lobby was a source of fascination.
The glasses had a unique wavelike design that served a purpose more than just an aesthetic choice. The building's styling was designed to block the sun's rays where they would most intensely fall, thus aiding in the passive cooling of the building.
The school building seemed to give an illusion of motion, as if it was mid-transition to being cocooned into a sheet of glass. On the beautiful building,
"LANDON BROOKES CITADEL ''
It was inscribed on the building, named after its founding father.
"Wow! This building is leagues above the architecture of this world," Egon exclaimed, awestruck.
He quickly ran inside and was yet again overwhelmed by the magnificent sight before him. Marble and onyx paved the entrance of the hallway in the sunburst pattern.
The school was extremely spacious, yet there wasn't a single beam visibly holding up the magnificent structure. "Welcome, Egon Smith, student," a voice announced loudly, catching everyone's attention. Egon wasn't expecting such a loud announcement for his welcome, which made him slightly uneasy.
Some ladies were staring at him with admiration while the guys gave off an intense vibe of disgust and walked past him with coldness. In reality, he didn't mind at all because it wasn't his first time encountering people who hated him at first sight.
As Egon walked further, he realized he didn't know where his classroom was located. Though, he noticed an arched hallway entrance that everyone was passing through. As he moved towards it, a striking beam of light suddenly beamed right into his eyes, momentarily blinding him.