Slowly, Nolan turned his head to the side where the figure who sat behind him was, and his face came into contact with that of a chubby young man.
He was light-skinned, just like Mr. Murdermoon, his former boss, and his eyes were a strange color of pitch darkness, with not a single bit of white. On his face, there were slight scales at the side of his huge cheek.
His hair was dark, just like his eyes, and currently, he had a big, evil, and mocking smile on his face, yet Nolan could feel a strange emotion of relief deep in that evil smile.
"You know, I heard that you've been dropped by Quinn. Honestly, I was so sad when I heard that, even though I kinda saw it coming..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Hahahaahahah!"
The remaining four young men laughed out loud on hearing their boss's mocking tone.
"If you want to bully me again, why don't you just get on with it right now?" Nolan asked, finding all of the fake sweet-talking irritating.
"Awwwww, my favorite bully toy must have missed my bullying. How inconsiderate of me..." the young man said, pressing his hand on his chest and imitating a girl, resulting in another laugh from his goons.
"Oh, you know the good rule, Nolan. That good rule you always run under, all of the time. Have you forgotten it?" Wiro asked, looking intently at Nolan and finding him furrowing his eyebrows.
"Ahh, you really did lose some of your memories. If Quinn declared you dead, I'll be surprised if he didn't kick your head hard enough that you lost some screws."
"But don't worry, I'll inform you. You can take it as a welcome-back-to-life gift from me..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Hahahaahahah!"
"The Good Rule of the Academy? There must be no fighting in the classes. As simple as that.
So for now, you're free from our grasp and my massages that you've missed so much.
But don't worry, once you step out of the class, I'll give you a heartfelt session of it. And guess what, you don't even have to pay for my service. It's always free..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Hahahaahahah!"
"Now, now, let me not disturb your break time. That would be very uncharitable for a gentleman like me. See you soon, Nolan."
"And I hope you don't fall into the hands of Quinn so soon."
"Goodbye now, my favorite bully toy..." he said, laughing as his four goons also followed after him, laughing out loud.
Present in the class alone was Nolan at his desk, blankly staring at the door where they all left.
"At least I get to remain focused during classes..." Nolan muttered out loud.
It was the first time he had heard of the rule by himself.
Strangely, it seemed like the previous Nolan should have had the memories of the rule, yet he couldn't find anything pertaining to that, nor did he even have the picture of this fat boy and his goons bullying him in his head.
Also he had no idea of the energy sources and cultivation stages, something that Nolan should have definitely known.
It was like he had lost those memories truly, almost like it never happened at all...
"Poor Nolan..." Nolan mused to himself. He could only wonder how a 16-year-old boy had been able to stomach such unfair treatment for years and still keep his sanity.
"Everything... everything I will repay to them, for you," he thought with conviction before looking around the class.
There was none remaining, and he was the only one present.
Nolan also had an itch to go out and check out how a break time of Celestial Heirs would look or feel like by himself, but if he goes out, he wouldn't be able to stop the countless stares and attention on him, along with the laughter of mockery.
Even Nolan himself didn't find those things to be fun at all. They could be letting down sometimes.
So, for the next hour, he remained in the class and silently waited for the break to pass by, resting and sparing a thought that had just taken loads of information, and simply reviewing them in his head, properly trying to understand them.
And that was when it occurred to Nolan.
"Hey, System, you there?" he called out, and the golden panel soon flashed before him, a single line of words on it.
[I'm always there Nolan. Even when you're taking a fat dump or when your keys are jingling in the shower...] it responded to Nolan, whose hand unconsciously covered up his third leg while looking at the System with a betrayed expression.
"Damn you, you pervert!!" he yelled out at it, resulting in a momentary chuckle from the System.
[Anyway, what do you want to ask before...] it called out, directing Nolan's attention away.
"I wanted to ask you a question. During the class, the instructor mentioned there being four sources of energy. She said Celestial Heirs cultivate Divine Essence only, right?"
[Yes. I heard that.]
"Then is there a way for me to be an exception? Is there a possibility of me being able to cultivate any of the other forces instead?
Most likely the Titan Force that boosts physical strength. If I'm able to do that, then I will be able to grow stronger as well, and not necessarily be trash..." Nolan asked with hope.
His reasoning was simple: since there was something wrong with his Divine Essence and there were three other energies apart from that, why couldn't he just cultivate one of the other energies?
That would make him officially have the potential of growth the same as every other Celestial Heir.
[Aren't you already growing strong with the System? Why do you need any of those energy sources?] The System replied back to him, shutting Nolan up for a few seconds.
The question continuously reverberated in his head.
Why do you need any energy source if you already have the God King System!?