In green wood village there is a tradition from our ancestors the bridge will have sex with the chief of the village before groom.
And every 10 year old child will kiss the cheiftess if they are a boy and chief if they are a girl.
And a widow will have to marry again if their husband dies if her age is still below 40 and she is going to have sex with the chief first.
There are so many rules like these but the above are the worst especially to the women thank God I was not born as a women.
After knowing all these rules i started having doubts is these rules implemented by those in power to satisfy their lustful desires or something else
Anyway I have decided i will strive to be on the ruling side of this world and for that i have to the stronger than the masses.
I slowly closed my eyes to sleep because I am still a 9 year old and i don't want to have my health effect in any way
"Eno eno Wake up you are late".
Hearing someone calling my name i woke up from my sleep.its Emily calling me from the kitchen.
Hearing her voice i remembered the last night scene and quickly shook my head.
I climbed down from the bed and sleepily wandered toward the garden. There, I splashed my face with cool water and cleaned my teeth using a tree stem or root. After finishing, I rinsed my mouth, feeling refreshed, and made my way to the living room to eat breakfast.
My father was already seated in his chair, ready for breakfast. I nodded to him silently and sat in my own chair. A few minutes later, Emily emerged from the house carrying the food. Seeing it was the same as yesterday, I quietly started eating. Once I was done, I said goodbye to my parents and left for school.
On the way, I saw other children heading to school as well. Even some as young as four walked alongside their mothers, who wore simple clothing that barely covered their private areas. Occasionally, I passed people dressed in finer clothes than mine—clearly Second Order. One woman caught my eye; her clothes covered her chest and reached down to her knees.
After entering the school grounds, which were part of a strange area with ten houses, I made my way to the one designated for children my age—nine years old.
After entering the house, I sat in the back row near a window—a square-shaped hole in the wall that let in a breeze. Around 200 children my age from the village had gathered here, all crammed into this one house, which was far larger than my own home.
A few minutes later, the teacher arrived. I didn't remember her name—perhaps because she was a First Order, and her ability was related to memory.
"Good morning, children," she said warmly.
Some of the children replied with a cheerful "Yes!" I, however, simply sat quietly without saying a word.
She began the lesson by teaching our language, though I had already mastered it. After her, several other teachers came and taught us various subjects: math, geography of the nearby areas, the environment, and more.
After a few hours, it was finally lunchtime. The school provided the meal, and after eating, I waited for the next class—the one I didn't fully understand. It was about mana,
The air around me felt stifling, the mana in the room shifting unnaturally. It wasn't just me—every child in the classroom noticed it. The heavy presence seemed to flow toward the entrance, a wave of energy unlike anything we'd experienced. The tension broke when he entered.
Our teacher.
John strode into the classroom, his steps even and deliberate. He was a middle-aged man, 5'10", with a build that could rival stone itself. His beard was well-groomed, and his loose black hair framed a face that radiated power. Dressed in plain, full-body work clothes, he didn't seem flashy—but his presence spoke louder than any adornment.
John, a 3rd Order Being, possessed strength that defied ordinary comprehension. Of his three abilities, I only knew of his first: something related to raw, overwhelming physical power.
He reached the front of the room and sat silently, letting his gaze sweep across us. We all rose instinctively, standing at attention as if compelled by an invisible force. Yet he gave no instructions, no acknowledgment. Instead, his aura intensified.
Then it hit.
John unleashed some of his 3rd Order pressure, an unrelenting force that blanketed the room. Children crumpled to their knees, gasping for breath. The sound of bodies hitting the floor echoed around me as over two hundred fell, unable to withstand it. Out of 250 students, only 41 remained standing, firm against the crushing pressure.
I was one of them.
My legs held steady, my gaze unwavering. I felt the weight, yes—but I endured. My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear, but from exhilaration. This wasn't just a test of strength; it was a glimpse into what it meant to stand before a 3rd Order Being. And for the first time, I realized: one day, I wanted to wield this kind of power.
"The pressure I released was just a fraction," John said, his deep voice cutting through the heavy silence. "And yet, you crumbled like ants. What will you do when you face a real beast? The pressure it releases will be far greater than this. Will you cower in fear? Will you let it crush you without resistance?"
His gaze swept over the children still on their knees, trembling and defeated.
"Look at them," he continued, raising a finger toward those of us who remained standing. "Are they not your age? Are they not eating the same food, drinking the same water? Then why is there a difference between them and you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. "Snotty brats," he muttered, shaking his head. "There's no class for you people. Go home."
With those words, he released the suffocating pressure. The children who had fallen scrambled to their feet and rushed out of the classroom, their faces pale, their bodies trembling. Not a single one dared to protest.
The room was quiet again, except for the steady breathing of those who had endured. John's eyes lingered on us, sharp and calculating, as if measuring our worth.