Troopers would need to pay blood points to attend lectures. Blood points that they could save up to purchase an evolution gene or a more advanced technique and combat technique. This was the reason many troopers stop attending lectures. Moreover, it didn’t directly increase their strength therefore, most students don’t see the importance of the lectures likewise Tyrion.
Now, Tyrion could be said to have been reorientated. The lectures were equally as important in absorbing ‘Dust’ energy, that is how important lectures are. With their knowledge, one would be able to increase strength indirectly.
His eyes refocused back on his holo-watch. Clicking on his name, a message popped up.
[Requiring information of target…]
[Access Declined!!!]
[Reason; Authority to low.]
[Reinquire – Querier’s information match target info. Authority override.]
[Tyrion Falstone – 203,600 kill points ]
[Legendary Colossal – 2 (100,000)]
[Gold Colossus – 3 (1000)]
[Silver Titans – 12 (50)]
His kill points had surpassed those at the supernal class which was why he had been shifted from the troopers rankings list to the supernal ranking list. Now, everyone will know his name, and those who are able to recognize him would surely come for him.
Kill points cannot only be amassed through grinding and killing of Titans of the dimensional realms but also from stealing. There will surely be people out there wishing to hunt him down for his points.
This made Tyrion’s heart more relaxed. As long as he doesn’t move beyond the vicinity of the Army’s influence, he would be safe from the unknown Envoys who ever sent him to eliminate him.
The only thing he was worried about were the unknown.
He didn’t know how many academies students and as for the students looking to steal his kill points, apart from the supernal, they weren’t worth mentioning. This wasn’t arrogance, just pure confidence that came with strength.
Closing his holo-watch, he noticed the light within the underground lab had dimmed apart from some mutated algae that glowed in the dark. It was nighttime.
There was nothing much to do within the underground lab therefore, Tyrion leapt out. There were only a few days till the end of the trial. He was heading out to pick up his backpack that he had hidden away previously.
* * *
Starlight show down towards the earth but no matter how bright it was, its rays was overwhelmed by the brilliance of the glowing full moon. Sadly, the thick forest that had covered almost half of the city shielded the rays from reaching the ground.
In a large expanse of land, with buildings turned into rubble and trees were blown into smithereens, 3 young people stood separately in a triangular-shaped manner, separated by more than a hundred meters from each other, staring at each other with hostility.
The cold night turned even more chilling as waves of killing intent rippled violently from these three people.
The three individuals were two male and one female student. One of the male students had a cold expression on his face with his pupils radiating a wave of chill that spread toward those who stared him straight in the eye.
While the other male student with blonde hair and a smile on his face even at the face of the intense battle that was about to explode at any moment. He seems more like a madman who thirsts for battle and his fangs are thirsty for blood.
The female though was different. She had a more indifferent expression on her face. As though she wasn’t the one who was about to go in a fight with the other two people who also seem to be in the same strength league as her.
The guy who had the malevolent grin on his face suddenly spoke up. “They have been placing me as the weakest of we three. I don’t care about the kill points. Whoever defeats me can take it, but at least let me have a taste of your full strength.”
The place remained silent but was then broken by the other young man who responded coldly. “You are in no position to challenge me, Brunt.”
The three people who gathered here were the top 1 elite students of the tree main demonic academies.
Prince Pain, Altheana Underave, and Brunt Hate!
* * *
All of a sudden Tyrion halted his movement. His brows were furrowed, as he appeared deep in thought. It had been three hours since he left the underground lab but within just an hour, he had felt someone tailing him a while ago.
At first, he had thought it was the Death envoy but then he dismissed the thought. He would have immediately moved to capture him not allowing for him to escape or moved in for the kill. But even after an hour, the person hadn’t revealed him or herself.
Moreover, the presence was extremely weak compared to those Demonic Warriors he had met.
With his senses, he had picked up the person’s presence immediately he was being followed but hadn’t done anything about it as he wished to know the true purpose he was being followed. .
“Come out.” His voice was soft, but they carried a certain amount of weight in the air, making the sound waves travel for a long distance.
The surrounding remained silent but a wall that was almost half destroyed fell to the ground and crumbled due to the sound waves. Tyrion reamuned standing in his position. It was as though he wasn’t the least bit concerned.
Roslin had her heart almost leaping out her mouth in fear. She hadn’t expected to be founded out so quickly. This guy was certainly too careful and he was probably as strong as rumored.
Swiftly, she held her breath and made her almost imperceptibly waves even more hidden. She didn’t look directly at him but at his shadow. She was like a true born assassin knowing what and what not to do to trigger her target.
After what seem to be a long while, she saw the prime slowly glance towards his watch and then resumed walking to his destination.
After his figure has disappeared from sight, she sighed slightly in relief. “luckily, he was only suspicious, he hadn’t seen-eiyah!”
“Bang!”
Tyrion slammed her head against a nearby building, crushing the entire wall into dust. With a light thump, the lady fell from his grasp, totally unconscious.
“She didn’t even sense me coming.” Tyrion shook his head. He was a bit disappointed at her strength. The burst of speed was all of his physical strength but even then, he has expected for her to be able to react. But she hadn’t even sensed him coming and only reacted when she felt the threat in the air.
From this, he could determine the level of his strength. Apart from his reaction speed which was more than that of an ordinary student, his physical strength and speed was at least three times to four times that of a usual first year student and almost equal to that of a second-year student.
Searching through her body, he couldn’t find anything worthwhile so he grabbed her hand, using her finger-print to unlock her holo-watch he immediately transfered her entire 1030 kill points to his account.
He was about to drop her unconscious body to the ground when he felt waves of flesh ripple on his palm.
Tyrion glanced expressionlessly at her curvy body. His eyes trailing towards the two mountains that were slightly revealing due to her position.
“Gulp!”
He then shook his head and turned around to leave. It wasn’t the right place to do such a thing. The dimensional Titans would surely disturb his mood as he would have liked to user her body for a day at least.
Walking forwards , he had moved for about ten minutes before he met with another person. The person was a fellow first-year student judging by the badge on the person’s chest. Tyrion glanced expressionlessly at the person before he ignored him and continued walking.
“Hold up!” Before he could a move three steps forwards, the person’s moved before him, blocking his path.
Tyrion frowned, staring at the man coldly. Without saying anything. He naturally recognized this person and knew who he was.
All of those who could make it to the rankings were extraordinary individuals and Tyrion had learnt their names, features and faces. This was Bradon Prium. Some people called him Bloody Bear, a truly ferocious individual with the savagery of a beast a thirst for violence.
Bradon Prium’s think eyebrows raised as he stared curiosly at Tyrion as though he was looking at a rare specie. “You are the Prime aren’t you?”
“No.”
Bradon was slightly taken aback but then, he laughed uproariously, suddenly turning to a cold sneer. “A prime that doesn’t have the spine to uphold his name is not worthy to be called the prime.”
Tyrion gave him a sidewards glance, becoming irritated with this talk. The reason he had said no was that he was trying to avoid any signs of conflict if he could but it seems it was inevitable in the end.