[Calamity Summoned: Assassin Empress]

[Name: Nephis]

[True Name: God Killer, Bane of Geniuses, Goddess of Death, ???, ???]

[Level: 10]

[Strength: 31]

[Defense: 28]

[Health: 100]

[Mana: 100]

[Potential: Limitless]

[Skills: Silent Death, Shadow, ???]

[Remark: After being disdained for being too weak, she founded her own assassin organisation and after countless experiments and sacrifices, mutated her genes in a way that even gods never thought was possible. She went on a killing spree and slaughtered all the geniuses of her generation, becoming the sole bane of geniuses in her era. Angered, she was mercilessly erased by the gods. She is a beautiful lady who had never experienced love or the good side of life. Please don't break her heart.]

Arthur read through the system's words half amused.

Just as he expected, her stats were ridiculously overpowered like Titan's.

Arthur shifted his attention to her skills, then to the system remark about her.

A look of embarrassment clouded his face instantly. Nevertheless, he couldn't help feeling some sadness at the fate of the new calamity.

As with all calamities, she had met her tragic end at the hands of the gods.

The gods. Arthur clenched his fist tightly, internally disdaining them in his heart.

They eliminated whatever they saw fit as long as it threatened their existence, without caring about the thoughts of others.

Suppressing the anger surging through every fiber of his being, Arthur returned his attention to his three calamities.

He couldn't do anything for now as he was still too weak.

But with time… Arthur could certainly give the gods a taste of their own medicine.

Calamities against gods.

It would certainly be an interesting battle.

Feeling some fatigue and tiredness Arthur collapsed onto the bed once more…

"I'll have to unsummon you guys for now…" he stated briefly.

Nephis seemed stunned, while Titan scanned the surroundings for any sign of danger.

Seeing that there was none, he nodded, and Arthur finally unsummoned them.

Today's been a really long day. The longest I've had in a long, long while, Arthur exclaimed figuratively.

Gradually his mind drifted before he soundly fell asleep.

…

Time passed slowly and Arthur felt a bright light on his eyes, causing him to squint before gradually regaining himself.

With a stretch and a yawn he stood and casually strode into the bathroom.

Arthur took a warm shower before dressing in the uniform that was on the bed.

The uniform was a neat black, with an emblem at its chest side.

Surprisingly, the uniform fit perfectly on Arthur's body.

After testing it out, Arthur cross checked to be certain he wasn't forgetting anything, then pocketed his phone and casually strode out of his room with his hands in his pockets.

Like a charming prince, Arthur hummed a light tune as he stepped out and locked the door behind him.

The moment he stepped out and his eyes fell on the vast corridor, the surrounding students froze in their movements before they all rushed into their rooms. The hallway fell silent.

Still so scared? Arthur didn't know whether to laugh or cry at their behavior.

Not caring much, he continued on his way. Gradually the place thinned out before he finally left the dormitory.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Arthur glanced at the grassy terrain before casually walking in the direction of the classes the instructor from yesterday had shown them.

Since he didn't want to be late for his first session of classes, Arthur even skipped his daily quest.

Although it cost him some heartache, he could only blame himself for waking up so late.

The school had divided everything into the three different years just as they did with the dormitories so neither party would interfere with the other.

The year one area was built like a triangle according to the instructor's explanation yesterday.

One part of the triangle contained the classes, while the second part contained the dormitories, and the third contained the staff quarters.

Of course under these triangular locations there were still various places like the training ground, cafeteria, newsroom, and many more.

The walk to the classroom took Arthur barely ten minutes.

He arrived at a wide expanse filled with buildings labelled S, SS, and SSS rank.

Chuckling, Arthur shamelessly chose the SSS rank class. After all, where else did he deserve to be?

In fact, if there was a higher class, he wouldn't hesitate to enter.

He could barely hear any noise coming from the class, making him wonder if there was any student or instructor inside at all.

Not caring too much about the situation, Arthur calmly stepped into the SSS rank classroom.

The room fell into silence the next moment.

"Oh, there's even people inside?" Arthur murmured quietly, but everyone inside could clearly hear him.

He glanced around and noticed that there were fifteen students in the classroom.

Seven boys and eight girls, and surprisingly they were dressed in golden clothes.

Arthur tried to recall if there was any golden cloth where he previously was, but couldn't recall any.

Oh right. The wardrobe. I didn't check the wardrobe. Arthur felt the urge to smack himself in the head.

Chuckling at his irresponsibility, he casually walked toward an empty seat in the middle row with a relaxed smile.

The gazes of everyone remained stunned, and Arthur couldn't help touching his face, then his bald head.

"Is there anything wrong?" he raised his brows curiously at them.

The students widened their eyes further in disbelief at Arthur's daring words.

"Who let this bald fool into the classroom?" an irritated voice sliced through everyone's thoughts, echoing the words they were all wondering.

"Bald fool?" Arthur's eyes darkened as he shifted his attention to the student who had spoken.

It was a lady with loosely trimmed hair. Nonchalantly she chewed gum as she glared at Arthur like the others.

Although Arthur was a preacher of non violence against women, he felt the urge to break this rule just once.

Be calm Arthur Pendragon… she isn't worth breaking the rule for. Taking deep breaths, Arthur finally managed to calm himself.

However, things were far from over.

A hand pressed onto Arthur's shoulder so tightly he felt his bones quake.

"Didn't you hear her, bald fool? Who the fuck let you into the classroom?"

A vein popped on Arthur's bald head as he turned to look at who spoke this time.

Thankfully it was masculine.

Turning fully, he noticed a youth around his age, with blonde hair hanging loosely over his head.

His dark green eyes contained hints of malice and anger as he glared at Arthur.

"Call me that one more time…" Arthur said as he calmly stood up with a darkened expression.

The whole class gasped, taken aback and wondering where Arthur got the guts from.

"I called you a bald fool, so what?" the youth retorted.

The moment his voice faded, the space beside Arthur twisted violently and Titan stepped into view.

"Good. Good. Good." Arthur exclaimed thrice. "I see, you've really got the mouth to talk big, huh? Did your mother teach you to disrespect I, your father, like that?"

"What did you say?" Rage burst out from the youth, and a blood red aura appeared on his body.

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