Next morning. On the way to class [1-Hero-1].
After talking with Mom for like thirty minutes, I was somehow able to calm her down. She was saying I should just come back home, but I know I can't do that.
It's barely two months since I came to Nova Academy and there is still much more going to happen here.
The plot has changed so much that I can't depend on my memory as an author.
Most of the things are not going according to the plotline, I have to prepare myself for anything.
This time I was able to save myself from Samuel Ascal and kill him but I know that the future is unclear.
I stopped myself on my track as I heard my name being called.
My attention turned to my surroundings, the hallway buzzed with whispers as I made my way to class, each word a fleeting echo of the aftermath of Samuel Ascal. My thoughts wrestled with the uncertainty that loomed over Nova Academy, a narrative spiralling beyond the bounds of my authorial knowledge.
"Is he really that strong?"
The question lingered in the air, an unspoken curiosity that stirred among the students. I felt the weight of judgment and expectation subtly shifting in their gazes.
"No way, from the looks of his body, I think he is weak."
Doubt surfaced, fueled by the superficial assessment of my physical appearance. It seemed that the external judgment overshadowed the tumultuous encounters I navigated.
"But isn't he the one who killed the Fallen human?"
The mention of the Fallen Human transformed the conversation, threading a sense of awe and uncertainty into their words. I became the focal point of their whispered discussions, a figure painted by the recent events that had unfolded.
Choosing to dismiss their judgments, I quickened my pace, weaving through the murmuring crowd toward my classroom. Yet, even as I attempted to distance myself, another snippet of conversation brushed against the periphery of my awareness.
"-heard he faced the Fallen Human head-on. Can you imagine that?"
The words reached me, a blend of disbelief and intrigue colouring the tones. I pressed forward, maintaining my focus on the path ahead. The weight of expectation and scrutiny pressed upon my shoulders was a silent reminder that my actions had drawn attention, both admiration and scepticism in equal measure.
Arriving at the classroom, I pushed open the door, entering the familiar space that had become the backdrop of my unpredictable journey.
As soon as I opened the door, my eyes made contact with Isabella.
Awkwardly smiling, I lightly waved in Isabella's direction. I was hoping she would take the hint and leave me alone, but it seemed that my action only further increased the intensity of her stare.
Because of my actions, the whole world was now paying attention to us, we'll mostly her but I was still the centre of attention.
I'm also sure that she has many questions for me, For example, my strength.
Now that I thought about it. She probably thought that I was someone who was hiding his strength.
She was not wrong about that, but looking back at the event, she probably has a misconception about the true extent of my abilities.
Though I did kill a fallen human, many factors had come into play in my defeating him.
If she had not distracted him with her last-ditch attack, and if Samuel hadn't underestimated me and decided to join the fight with students who were in his control, I would've never been able to kill Samuel.
Me killing Samual was something that many factors combined helped me achieve. It wasn't something I could ever hope to achieve again.
But…there were no what-ifs in this world and thus I was now stuck with Isabella thinking I was some sort of genius that was comparable to the likes of Adrian.
…this was honestly problematic.
As I was lamenting how Isabella probably misunderstood me, I forgot that people still staring at me.
Like before I decided to ignore them as I made my way toward my seat. I decided to ignore but I could still hear what they were saying.
"Was he hiding his strength the whole time?"
"Tsk, he's just stealing Isabella's credit. He's nothing but a fake"
"Then how can you explain the video clip I watched was also fake?"
Ignoring the whispers and murmurs coming from my classmates, I continued to make my way towards my seat.
Lazily sitting down on my seat I interlocked my fingers together and yawned. My sleep was not complete as I was making some plans for myself.
"Lucas bro, can I sit here?"
Snapping out of my thoughts, I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling me from behind. Turning around and looking towards my left, I stared at the person who spoke to me.
A surprised look appeared on my face as I recognized who the voice belonged to.
How many days have been since I talked with Sunny? The last I talked to him we were in Lybraith dungeon.
That's a very long time, I was so busy that I forgot about him for a moment.
Whiteout asking for my permission again sat down next to me.
"By the way, I heard the news, about you killing Fallen Human bro. I was shocked for a moment but later I thought something very important."
Curious by what Sunny thought about it, I gesture to him with my eyes, saying to continue.
Receiving my signal he slightly nods his head.
"I thought something very important... It's that you will become famous with girls bro, you have won the lottery of becoming famous. "
Hear I thought this idiot was going to say something important but in the end, he is being himself.
"Sunny how can you think of girls all the time?" I could not help but ask him. Here, I don't have a moment to rest but he is living his life fullest. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Is it wrong to think about girls in our age?" instead of answering, he questions me.
I was stumped, he was indeed right. Most of the students here already have boyfriends or girlfriends.
Not knowing what to say, I just nodded at him. "No, you are right."
A smirk comes to his face as he continues but this time different topic.
"Lucas, did you study? Today is the day of our start of the unit test."
My eyes widened as I heard what Subny said. I did not study at all in fact, I forgot about the unit test itself.
He looked at me with pity in his eyes." it is."
At that moment I heard the clicking sound of doors, as Porofecer Lilian walked in with question paper in her hands.
'For the first time, I wish I could avoid exams.'