2142 Situation in the Bar
Christos looked at the Dean for a moment in silence.
After some time, he stood up and said.
"You are overthinking this. The flaming skulls are nothing but a gang of rats that hide after making a small hole in a mountain. They are not the concern now, the Gambler's academy is. It seems like you became too obsessed with them."
He turned around and walked out.
Dean chuckled once again and looked at the sky through the open window.
"I never knew that all the respect I garnered was only because of my position. It wasn't because of virtue and it wasn't because of strength, purely because of my position.
And now that the position is gone, even a grade 2 student is lecturing me, saying that my speculations are wrong.
Whoever you are, my friend. The one operating behind the scenes, in a way, I am grateful to you. You just showed me how pitiful my ambitions are to change the way the entities of Olympus operate. You showed my how weak my position as a Dean of the Zeus academy is.
You are, in a way, my teacher that taught me a great life lesson."
He closed his eyes and went into a meditative state again.
Christos went back to the academy and assembled a meeting to talk with the senior students.
"We need to get rid of Icarus." That's what he started the meeting with and it went on for hours and even to the next day as they discussed all sorts of plans.
Meanwhile, time passed and it is time for the third pocket dimension.
In general, in such a huge competition, Sam's presence would have given immense relief to everyone in the scene, however the flaming skulls are still at loose. Dayus who planned to build his reputation on the heads of the flaming skulls is now a laughing stock among the students of the region.
However, he at least hoped that he would gain this legacy inheritance.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold the crew that he so desperately wanted. And by the end of the third pocket dimension, his wishes came true. He did manage to score the legacy inheritance and to his pleasant surprise it is the inheritance of a swordsman.
His team also happened to have a swordsman and the legacy inheritance was given to him.
He did that so openly and brazenly that he didn't think about the consequences. And for that, Christos called him for a meeting on the last day.
"Are you an idiot? Why would you announce that you are giving the legacy inheritance to him? Now, for the next fourteen days, we will have to guard him like mad dogs."
21:06
"Alright, I will send him to my family without anyone knowing. He will finish the assimilation process there, but you owe me a favor and I need that in writing."
So, even though Dayus didn't really ask for it, he had to sign a soul contract, agreeing to do a favor to Christos.
In the middle of it all, the day of the payment to the Hub has gone and went. Icarus expected a lot of people to be unable to pay, however to his surprise, everyone paid their dues. With that surprise, he checked the footage after the payments are done and understood the situation.
Everyone went above and beyond to gather the coins required to pay the dues. After this payment, most of them are really out of all the coins and the exchange center is still not opening. They are in a much more desperate situation because, for this payment they had to go out and sweep other realms to gather coins from their own families, clans, sects and other entities that gathered coins for their latter usage in the academy realm.
Now apart from paying the Hub, they need to pay to those people as well.
While things are like that, another latent pocket dimension that has been dormant for so long suddenly lit up. Courtesy to Night Ghost's activation. Another pocket dimension that came out of nowhere. And it opened up exactly after the third pocket dimension was closed.
So, most of the people directly went in there. Sam is not present in the academy realm to direct this pocket dimension, but of course, he did give the instructions to his friends. This led to another unassuming mid-tier talented young man getting the prize.
Another puppet that was out of this world. And once again, an attack happened out of nowhere and this time, it garnered much more attention than ever before. As if that is not enough, that very night something unexpected happened.
In the dark night, within the end streets of the city, in a bar where the citizens that lost all their potential drink their sorrows away.
The bar is filled with the chaos and destruction. People are drinking with huge hugs as they screamed at each other. At that moment, a young man entered the bar in disguise. His face scrunched up because of the disgusting stench coming out of that place.
*CRASH*
A chair crashed at his feet. A drunk bald man with a huge stomach is tripping and walking towards him.
"Hello, dear friend. I have never seen you here before. Welcome to our bar of losers. What kid of loss did you take today? What sorrows are you trying to drown here?"
He asked with a crooked smile.
The young man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"What kind of bloody situation did I get myself into? To think I had to stoop this low."
A dagger appeared in his hands and slashed across the throat of the bald man. The man collapsed on the spot and the chaotic bar is silenced the next moment.
He looked at them and kicked the door close.
That night, screams of pain and death resounded through the streets of The Olympian region and all of that for some coins.
2142 Situation in the Bar
Christos looked at the Dean for a moment in silence.
After some time, he stood up and said.
"You are overthinking this. The flaming skulls are nothing but a gang of rats that hide after making a small hole in a mountain. They are not the concern now, the Gambler's academy is. It seems like you became too obsessed with them."
He turned around and walked out.
Dean chuckled once again and looked at the sky through the open window.
"I never knew that all the respect I garnered was only because of my position. It wasn't because of virtue and it wasn't because of strength, purely because of my position.
And now that the position is gone, even a grade 2 student is lecturing me, saying that my speculations are wrong.
Whoever you are, my friend. The one operating behind the scenes, in a way, I am grateful to you. You just showed me how pitiful my ambitions are to change the way the entities of Olympus operate. You showed my how weak my position as a Dean of the Zeus academy is.
You are, in a way, my teacher that taught me a great life lesson."
He closed his eyes and went into a meditative state again.
Christos went back to the academy and assembled a meeting to talk with the senior students.
"We need to get rid of Icarus." That's what he started the meeting with and it went on for hours and even to the next day as they discussed all sorts of plans.
Meanwhile, time passed and it is time for the third pocket dimension.
In general, in such a huge competition, Sam's presence would have given immense relief to everyone in the scene, however the flaming skulls are still at loose. Dayus who planned to build his reputation on the heads of the flaming skulls is now a laughing stock among the students of the region.
However, he at least hoped that he would gain this legacy inheritance.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold the crew that he so desperately wanted. And by the end of the third pocket dimension, his wishes came true. He did manage to score the legacy inheritance and to his pleasant surprise it is the inheritance of a swordsman.
His team also happened to have a swordsman and the legacy inheritance was given to him.
He did that so openly and brazenly that he didn't think about the consequences. And for that, Christos called him for a meeting on the last day.
"Are you an idiot? Why would you announce that you are giving the legacy inheritance to him? Now, for the next fourteen days, we will have to guard him like mad dogs."
21:06
"Alright, I will send him to my family without anyone knowing. He will finish the assimilation process there, but you owe me a favor and I need that in writing."
So, even though Dayus didn't really ask for it, he had to sign a soul contract, agreeing to do a favor to Christos.
In the middle of it all, the day of the payment to the Hub has gone and went. Icarus expected a lot of people to be unable to pay, however to his surprise, everyone paid their dues. With that surprise, he checked the footage after the payments are done and understood the situation.
Everyone went above and beyond to gather the coins required to pay the dues. After this payment, most of them are really out of all the coins and the exchange center is still not opening. They are in a much more desperate situation because, for this payment they had to go out and sweep other realms to gather coins from their own families, clans, sects and other entities that gathered coins for their latter usage in the academy realm.
Now apart from paying the Hub, they need to pay to those people as well.
While things are like that, another latent pocket dimension that has been dormant for so long suddenly lit up. Courtesy to Night Ghost's activation. Another pocket dimension that came out of nowhere. And it opened up exactly after the third pocket dimension was closed.
So, most of the people directly went in there. Sam is not present in the academy realm to direct this pocket dimension, but of course, he did give the instructions to his friends. This led to another unassuming mid-tier talented young man getting the prize.
Another puppet that was out of this world. And once again, an attack happened out of nowhere and this time, it garnered much more attention than ever before. As if that is not enough, that very night something unexpected happened.
In the dark night, within the end streets of the city, in a bar where the citizens that lost all their potential drink their sorrows away.
The bar is filled with the chaos and destruction. People are drinking with huge hugs as they screamed at each other. At that moment, a young man entered the bar in disguise. His face scrunched up because of the disgusting stench coming out of that place.
*CRASH*
A chair crashed at his feet. A drunk bald man with a huge stomach is tripping and walking towards him.
"Hello, dear friend. I have never seen you here before. Welcome to our bar of losers. What kid of loss did you take today? What sorrows are you trying to drown here?"
He asked with a crooked smile.
The young man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"What kind of bloody situation did I get myself into? To think I had to stoop this low."
A dagger appeared in his hands and slashed across the throat of the bald man. The man collapsed on the spot and the chaotic bar is silenced the next moment.
He looked at them and kicked the door close.
That night, screams of pain and death resounded through the streets of The Olympian region and all of that for some coins.
