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Chapter 30: Vandals
Chapter 30: Vandals
Chapter 30: Vandals
Date 21 Mar 2321
Time 8:30
Location Sky Blossom City, Lion Cubs High School, Principal’s Office.
“Welcome student Wyatt, Congratulations on contracting a silver grimoire.”
Being welcomed by the principal himself, I seem to have underestimated the prestige of silver grimoire.
“Thank you, principal, I thought there was no time for an orphan in this school. I better start looking into other options.”
Hearing my words, the bald head of teacher Wang started sweating profusely. The principal glared at him and said, “teacher Wang, why don’t you go on that vacation you have been asking for?”
Wang knew the principal was getting rid of him politely, which class teacher goes on a vacation with the final exams nearing. But he would not go down without a fight, “Sir, vacation can wait. The finals are fast approaching, the students need me here.”
“Oh! You don’t have to worry about that, the new intern, what’s her name? K-kate…Kathy, she will fill in your shoes.”
“Isn’t it a bit too much responsibility for an intern? Sir.”
“She has a double degree and one of those fancy PhD I think she should be able to handle the responsibility. Teacher Wang, are you telling me how to do my job?”
“No! Sir! I was just looking out for my class. Thank you for the vacation, I will be taking my leave, sir.”
Watching Wang leave hurriedly I felt satisfied I did not care what was going to happen to him? Because I think he deserves it all.
After Wang left the office, Andrea Johnson became serious and said, “Student Wyatt, Lion Cub High School is among the top three high schools in Sky Blossom city. There are not a lot of options for you out there. How about continuing in Lion Cub High?
“Guess I don’t have much of an option I can only continue studying here. I don’t understand principal, why me? I mean even though contracting a silver grimoire is rare, I bet there must be 1-2 other students who contracted silver grimoire?”
“I see you are not clouded by ignorance and pride of contracting a silver grimoire. This makes it easier for me.
The other students with silver grimoire belong to prominent families and they will not register for college through our school but under their family name.
As for you, you are an orphan with no background, you have no other option than to register through high school.
The special treatment because I want the high school you use to register to be our Lion Cub high.
Doing this will give me a promotion and increase government findings and attract more donations for the school.
As for you, all though I can not offer you much I will make sure to make you the top priority of the special class.
What do you think?”
“I accept, what is this special class all about?” The principal did not bother hiding his intentions so I did not hesitate to accept his offer.
“Good, special class is for all the card students of senior year. A group of Card Soldier teachers will be guiding and teaching the class about cardfight and card creation.
And even escort the class to clear G-rank and F-rank field dungeons. This is to prepare students for real combat which is an important test subject in the college entrance exam.”
“Just field dungeons?”
“Kid don’t push it. Do you know how much it costs to book a complete field dungeon for a day? Even though most of it is government-funded we still have to settle 30% of the total cost and these low-level dungeons are more than enough for you rookie card students.”
It seems I will be attending the school more often.
“When will the special classes start?”
“Within a week I will inform you?”
“Okay, then I will take my leave.”
“Attend the class, maybe you will like your new class teacher.”
“Sure, I will give it a try.”
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Leaving the principal’s office I went to the class.
As I entered the classroom the babbling classroom quietened, nearing my seat I knew why? My desk was thrashed and vandalised.
The whole class acted as if they didn’t see anything and acted as if they were busy with their work. But I could hear their chuckles.
This incident was not new to young Wyatt, it would happen twice or thrice every week of his orphan life. With no one to watch out for him, he could only endure it.
I wasn’t young Wyatt or helpless, walking up to the boy enjoying this prank the most I said, ” get out I will be taking this seat.”
Hearing me the chuckles quietened and the whole class looked at me as if I was a fool.
Jason Saget, the class’s top bully and delinquent. He treated young Wyatt as his slave and atm. I did not care who vandalised my desk? I was happy I got a chance to mess up this twerp.
“What was that twerp? Did you lose your screws or what? As Jason said that a bronze light shone over his body.
“Don’t make me repeat myself!” I said as a silver light shone on my body.
“You…!”
Before Jason could spout any more nonsense, I made a fist and slammed it hard on Jason’s nose. My fist hurt but seeing the blood flowing from Jason’s nose the pain went numb.
Taking advantage of his muddled state I grab hold of his hair, pulling his head down, I slam my knee into his face. Jason’s nose broke completely and blood poured out like crazy.
And then I tow him off of his chair by his hair and threw him on the floor. Jason fainted under the pain while blood filled his nose and mouth making it harder for him to breathe.
The whole class’s mind went blank seeing my brutality towards Jason. But they were more shocked to see the silver light that shone on me. They finally realised that the rumour about Wyatt contracting a silver grimoire was true.
Giving the class a few seconds to soak in the shook I sat down on Jason’s seat. Then looking around the class with the abyssal bear aura oozing out of me I shouted, “stand up you X X. You vandals have lost the right to be seated.”
The muddled students did not know what to do other than standing up under the pressure of the intimidating aura.
Seeing them all stand in their places I nodded in satisfaction. But there are always few people who push their luck.
The class leader looked at me said, “classmate Wyatt isn’t this going too far?”
Seeing her other people started to form an opinion but did not voice out due to fear. But some were courageous enough to ask me “isn’t this too much Wyatt, don’t get arrogant just because you contracted your parents Silver grimoire.”
Putting aside the class leader, the two who spoke just now were average students who were not special enough to stand out in any crowd. Yet they were courageous enough to bring up young Wyatt’s parents.
Was it because they felt strength in numbers, Nah!
Looking at their eyes I understood what fueled their courage it was jealousy. They were jealous of young Wyatt having silver rank card apprentice parents to leave him silver grimoires.
They thought if Wyatt can contract a Silver grimoire then how hard can it be to break the limit and contract a silver grimoire.
They envied Wyatt for having a silver grimoire to contract with and thought If they had a silver grimoire they would also contract it with ease.
This envy and jealousy fueled their foolishness to bring up young Wyatt’s dead parents in front of me.
I got up from the seat and walked to them, I could see them tremble under abyssal bear aura as I neared them.
“What do you want to do?”
They asked while the rest of the class watched just like when young Wyatt was bullied.
Standing in front of the two I balled both of my hands into fists and slammed each one into their throats, if not for me holding back I would have crushed their windpipes.
Both of them fell to their knees holding their throats and gasping for breath. The rest of the class gasped in fright and stood quietly swallowing all their opinions.
I looked at the class leader and said “it’s your lucky day I am in no mood to hurt a girl today.” Then I retired to Jason’s seat and sat comfortably.
The whole class was quiet except for the sound of the two idiots gasping and coughing vigorously and the sound of Jason choking on his own blood.
Feeling annoyed by the sound I instructed three boys to send these morons to the school infirmary.
Young Wyatt’s remnant wanted justice but it’s hard to get justice for a dead person who is still alive in the eyes of the world, so I went with vengeance instead it was fun and easier.
I could have chosen to be morally better than these delinquents but why should I choose to be better and understanding than them? it’s too tiring! Who cares about moral high ground when you can have fun wrestling in the mud.
It was already 15 mins and yet no teacher showed up losing my patience I decided to go to the association mall to manufacture more cards.
Before walking out of the class I warned the class, “you will take all lessons standing today. If you dare to sit I will know. How? Because there is a snitch among you guys. There is always a snitch.”
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