"Dude, that guy over there... is he ok?"
"I don't know man, it's like he's drinking the food, did you see how that turkey leg just went into him? I think he swallowed the bone!"
"Man's built like a vacuum cleaner..."
I heard many jabs thrown at me from across the hall, mainly from those near me but I didn't pay them any mind, this food was simply too excellent to focus on anything else.
The bread was fluffy yet somehow dense, the meats delectable and juicy, the fruits tart and sweet... each flavour building onto one another like a complex jenga tower of deliciousness! Yes, I ate fruits with my meat, and yes I love pineapple on pizza, so what? Gonna cry?
Engrossed in the food, I didn't even reply back when someone called out for me, the closest I got to disrupting my meal was when I shoved an entire turkey leg into my mouth and some bastard had the gall to say "head game must be crazy". Almost killed a man on my first day, he's damn lucky the cinnamon rolls distracted me from seeking retribution.
It took no less than 3 plates piled high with food to satiate my hunger, even now I felt like I could go for another chicken leg or two but I held back as I saw one of the golem cooks giving me the stink eye... metaphorical of course, the golem chefs don't have eyes!
Oberon Academy has invested its money into having nothing less than the best resources and facilities available, food fuels the next generation, and having it be anything less than extremely nutritious and delectable meals would be a travesty! Specially created golem chefs populate the hall, refilling the food whenever something gets emptied out. They stand at about a meter in height with a rectangular body and a spherical head floating a few inches above, the flashing pink runes added a mystical charm that I enjoyed viewing while enjoying my feast.
After leaning back into my chair I noticed that I had a lot of eyes on me, most eyeing me down with a scrutinising glare while others seemed amused.
Ugh, just a few minutes ago I promised to not let my bad habits get in the way of living a proper life and here I was, eating like a death row inmate trying to clog his arteries before the electric chair got to him.
Food never came easy to me so seeing something as delicious as this just spread out for me to eat... I couldn't hold back. Most of these kids here would never understand the pain that came from scathing hunger, if they did, they wouldn't be looking at me like this. So what, fuck 'em. I don't care either way, I'll be eating like this 'till the end of the world!
'Which is actually not that far away.'
The cafeteria is not where I wanted to have this train of thought but I was here now and it didn't seem like I was gonna be able to stand up anytime soon, I'm pretty sure I must've doubled in weight since I stepped into the room, digesting this won't be fun.
I turned my attention from the horrible experiences awaiting my toilet in the future and focused on what I was thinking about previously, the apocalypse.
'The academy arc goes on for 4 years and then there are 2 more until the war starts in full swing...'
'If I really wanted to I could just coast these 4 years and once the time's up, jump off a tall building... not too bad of a plan but...'
I turned my head and stared at the pile of food that had been replenished by the hardworking golems.
'I wanna eat for more than just 4 years! At least 10! No... 50... no wait... 60! No...'
The bottom line is, I don't want to die. Not only is there the food, but now that I was in this world there were too many oppertunities for me to not take advantage of.
While I stared at the food, a few hushed gasps erupted around me.
"No way... is he going to for round 4?"
"The golems are blinking really hard for some reason..."
"His poor toilet..."
Ignoring the rude children around me, I made up my mind.
I need to change this world's future.
I need to become strong.
I need to eat-
I mean, I need to live.
For all that to happen, I must begin my planning now, there's little to no time to waste before the invasion begins and even less until the academy starts to get intense. I know this world more than most of its current residents, my path to strength and eventual freedom will not be easy but I am determined to traverse it. I will live.
"No way, look at how determined he looks! Maybe he can even reach round 6!"
"He actually looks kinda inspiring to me right now..."
"Snap out of it dude!"
"Right right..."
Maybe I should let this world die for real.