Chapter 62

"..s.h.i.t it hurts."

As Elijah tried to get up from his bed, He groaned.

Even after taking two potions his body was still not fully healed up.

That was concrete evidence of how strong the attack Elijah Suffered was.

'System, Restore me.'

And as Elijah's Body began to be covered in a green light that exuded an aura filled with life, His body began to recover as all the pain he felt from trying to stand vanished.

The Greenlight covering him disappeared. And he soon saw another blue holographic window appear before his eyes.

It was abysmally low.

He wondered how he was going to farm for more SP.

There were no monsters to kill In Shield to gain SP from. He couldn't secretly enter dungeons again and although the option of accomplishing great feats was also available to gain SP, He was honestly clueless as to what he should do to gain more SP.

'System, a.s.sign me a quest.'

Yet there was no response from his G.o.dly System. He chuckled.

It was worth a shot, the system never gave him quests easily unlike the normal systems in games that we're over flooded with quests to give.

His System, Although it was far, far special than the ones every other being had, Only gave him quests on certain occasions.

'Well, Worth a shot.'

However, just as he was about to go to sleep, His system did give him a quest.

[[Quest Reward:10,000 SP, Shop upgrade, Inventory Upgrade. Skill: h.e.l.lfire(B)

Quest Difficulty:S

Time Limit:None.

Penalty:Beaten Up by Alan Peccator, Degrade in Skill Shop.]]

*Gulp.*

Elijah gulped down his Saliva...

...this was the first S-Rank quest the system had given him.

Although it was just a simple win against someone's quest, the rank, and person he had to win against was someone who demolished him and was two major ranks ahead of him...

The System however was always fair, It would never a.s.sign an impossible quest, Thinking about it further, He

had a smile on his face.

How could he not? He was a battle maniac, one that would willingly fight death itself if it meant a good fight.

A lone Figure stood in the middle of one of the platforms present inside the figure.

He had Pure black hair and eyes, And a face that had a black eye. He was quite skinny, yet was practicing with two twin kung fu broad swords.

He could be considered quite handsome if he wasn't so skinny and beaten up.

Fairly handsome in fact. His l.u.s.trous black hair and eyes had a certain shine to them that would make women fall for him and men envy him.

*Shwing!*Shwing!*

The Sound of air being cut apart rang out. It was beautiful, The way the figure swung both swords in harmony with each other was truly beautiful.

It looked as if a sculptor working on his best piece.

*Clank!*

Both swords fell to the ground as the figure gasped for breath.

He fell on his b.u.t.t and soon laid down on the stone floor.

As he was gasping for breath, He heard the sound of someone walking near him.

Tok-Tok-

However, there were only these steps.

Opening his eye but wasn't bruised.

He saw a figure with pure white hair looking down at him holding a spear.

A faint blue light was behind him, Yet it disappeared the next moment.

He stood up hurriedly and had a face filled with surprise.

How could he not? The white hair figure looking down on him was the strongest first rank.

A true big shot that he saw receive the golden Shield by the princ.i.p.al at the Opening Ceremony for the school.

However, unlike what he expected, the figure paid him no heed and continued to walk a little farther away.

And he then took a stance and began to swing his spear.

And the sound of the pure white spear blade ripping through the air rang out again.

*Shwing!Shwing!*

The form Alan took could not even be compared to his own. It was as if an amateur was being compared to a Master.

'that spear art...'

Beautiful.

He was in a trance, just staring at the magnificent blade strike against the air.

It felt as if there were no openings in that form...yet looked chaotic at the same time.

It was utter chaos...yet it was also perfect.

The black-haired boy, Who was entranced by the form suddenly grimaced as he saw The white-haired figure, Alan stop practicing it the moment he was about to release a special or final technique.

It felt as if a cliffhanger had just appeared.

A d.a.m.n hateful cliffhanger.

'No! Keep going!'

He hated it, he wanted to see the spear move again. Yet it didn't move again...

The owner of the spear, however, did.

He walked over towards him.

He stumbled back, was he going to beat the living h.e.l.l out of him like all the others? For his face?For the fact that he did not awaken with an affinity?

'...please don't.'

He could only pray that he wasn't like them...

But was it even worth trying?

' He's a first G.o.dd.a.m.nit.

Of course, he's going to have an ego the size of the world

All of them are like that.'

As he was drowned in his thoughts. Alan had finally approached him.

He held out his hand and spoke with a simple on his face that made him seem like an angel...

well, he would look like an angel if he didn't have those bags under his eyes.

"Hey, Mind having a spar with me? I don't think I can improve a lot by myself."

...what?

Me? The lowest ranked first year? have a spar with the best?

Would he not destroy me? Beat the absolute living s.h.i.t out of me?

But...Did he even have a choice?

If he denied, he would still be beaten up, Correct?

"...um I'm sorry but I don't think I can put up a good fight against you."

"That isn't a problem at all, I won't be using my spear, and besides this is just a spar!"

"...But I'm the lowest ranked student out there...I don't think I'll be able to..."

"It doesn't matter! Even if you have the lowest rank, If you could get into the shield, you're probably a good fighter!"

'No.. that's not how it goes...'

But unfortunately, tonight no one would listen to his pleas.

He was forced to a cow this beatdown.

Little did he know, Alan was

just doing this to test The student of the sword saint, and the next sword saint himself level.

It was the reason why he was even trying to put up a smile in the first place.

Alan himself was curious, what was so special about him that the sword saint took him in as a student?

He wouldn't even question this if he arrived earlier and saw The black-haired boy, Alex Wright training with his swords.

Both of them would benefit from this exchange...

Albeit one would be forced into it.