The scene in the video the youths were watching kept unfolding, its glow washing over their faces in the dim cafeteria light.

Nephis, standing at the side, leaned in a little closer. She didn't even seem aware of it, as though something in the footage tugged her forward.

On the screen, a lady appeared with a warm, practiced smile. Her posture carried a sort of poised confidence, and her eyes locked onto the camera with an intensity that made it feel like she was staring straight at them.

"This footage has shown that there is something unique about Arthur Pendragon. Otherwise, how does he keep getting away with all these things?"

She lifted the camera nearer to her lips and whispered, her voice dropping into a tone that could make most men lose themselves for a moment.

"Arthur Pendragon… Who are you?"

With that, the footage ended, the screen fading into black. A line of glowing text replaced the image.

[Tune in to get the latest news update live on universe shorts.]

Arthur stared at the now dark screen, utterly speechless.

'What the hell is that?' Arthur didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He was trending on the news?

That was… honestly ridiculous. And somehow amusing.

He shook his head and turned toward the youths who were still staring at him like he had stepped out of the video itself.

"Come and get your phone."

They froze. All of them instinctively glanced at the boy in the middle.

The boy's face tightened. He swallowed hard before forcing out, "you can keep it, sir arthur."

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Since I said come and get it, then come. Why the delay?"

The boy paled. His legs trembled as he stood, his friends shifting aside to let him pass.

He remembered the warning the news broadcast had given about this same youth called 'Arthur Pendragon.'

According to the report, he was supposed to be vile, despicable, unruly. Someone who might kill on a whim if angered.

That thought alone almost sent his heart leaping out of his chest. His life felt like it was sitting on a loose thread.

Thankfully, the supposed madman seemed to be in a decent mood. Arthur handed back the phone without another word and looked away as though the boy no longer existed.

The boy silently thanked every star in the sky, signaled his friends, and hurried out of the cafeteria with a pace that bordered on a jog. Relief washed over his face in waves.

That was easily the most terrifying moment of his life.

…

A few minutes passed before a female waiter arrived with Arthur's meals.

He didn't even get the chance to lift his chopsticks before the little fox launched itself at the food like a starved beast.

Arthur let out an awkward laugh and paid the required A.P.

As expected, everything in the academy cost A.P. Even meals.

His meal alone cost him 51 A.P, and when he transferred the points, the waiter stared at him as if he were some kind of monster.

Spending over fifty points on a single meal… she had to admit Arthur was definitely rich.

Her tension slowly faded, and she tried to make advances on him, leaning forward a little, her tone softening. But Nephis shot her a sharp glare that cut through every attempt. The waiter stiffened, forced a smile, and quickly retreated back to the counter.

"Here…" Arthur picked up a piece of tender pork and raised it toward Nephis.

A flush crept up her cheeks. Shyly, she leaned in and took a bite from the meat held between his fingers.

The taste seemed to overwhelm her instantly. Juices burst across her tongue, and she showed an exhilarated expression she couldn't hide.

Without hesitation, she bit down the remaining piece still in Arthur's hand.

"Don't be in a rush," Arthur laughed, watching her enthusiasm. "The meat isn't going anywhere…"

'Wait, that came out wrong!' His expression twisted for a moment. But since no one seemed to grasp the unfortunate implication, he released a silent breath and pointed to the plate.

"You can eat."

Nephis stared at him, stunned. She glanced at the food, then back up at him, her voice small and timid.

"I… want you to feed me."

"Oh." Arthur blinked, thrown off by her request.

He didn't really understand her reasoning, but he didn't mind. So he began feeding her piece by piece under the curious stares gathering from the crowd.

The scene looked faintly romantic. And since new students had just been admitted into the first year session, and Nephis was dressed in black like Arthur, it didn't take long for people to assume she was part of the intake.

And that she was in a relationship with Arthur.

Another uproar exploded across the school's social media.

With the veil hiding her face, no one could see her true beauty. But her posture and aura alone told them she was easily among the top tier of beauties.

How did someone like Arthur get someone like her?

Speculations flew everywhere, but Arthur remained blissfully unaware.

He fed Nephis occasionally while taking a few bites for himself. Meanwhile, the little fox had turned the table into its personal battlefield, devouring anything within reach.

Arthur ordered another round of food, costing him another 30 A.P, before the creature finally stopped eating.

Full at last, it sprawled out on the table with a serene expression, as if it had achieved every goal life had to offer.

With a soft laugh, Arthur sent the creature back into the summoning space.

Once he and Nephis finished their meal, they returned to the classroom. Lessons weren't over yet.

Classes ran from morning until noon, when students had a one hour break, then continued until four in the evening.

When they stepped inside, Nephis slipped into the shadows, dissolving from sight, while Arthur walked calmly to his seat under the silent stares of the fifteen students present.

Jacob, the blond youth from earlier, tapped his fingers on his desk while glaring at Arthur, as though waiting for an excuse to start something.

The other students barely spared Arthur a glance.

After a short bout of chatter, an instructor entered the room.

"Hi everyone." The female instructor smiled warmly.

She wasn't particularly stunning facially, but her hourglass figure kept the boys glued to her.

Every curve was emphasized by her fitted casual suit. She clearly knew the effect she had, and she wielded it to maintain the students' focus.

"Today, in combat lessons, we'll be learning about taking advantage of an opponent's weaknesses."

Arthur's interest sharpened at the topic.

…

Time drifted by, slow and suffocating. The sun crept toward the horizon, painting the windows with a fading orange glow.

After what felt like an endless session, classes finally ended.

Arthur released a long, exhausted sigh and pushed himself up to leave.

Just then, a lady stepped in front of him.

He had noticed her earlier not only because she was a beauty, but because her cold demeanor separated her from the rest. She showed no interest in the chaos, no reaction even when Arthur clashed with Jacob and the others. Her eyes had only flickered toward them once before returning to her work.

Arthur raised a brow at her expressionless face.

"Can I have your contact info?" she asked in a calm, neutral tone.

Arthur paused, taken aback by her bluntness.

'If only girls were always this direct with their emotions and feelings…' he couldn't help but mock himself internally.

Use the following rules with my writing.

1. Keep my voice and intent intact.

2. Upgrade prose to a professional fantasy level comparable to the tone, precision, rhythm, and atmospheric weight found in Shadow Slave.

3. Improve pacing, readability, sensory detail, internal tension, and emotional depth without changing the meaning of my scenes.

4. Strengthen verbs, tighten weak phrasing, and reinforce narrative mood.

5. Vary sentence structure with a natural human pattern. Mix short and long sentences where appropriate.

6. Introduce subtle descriptive texture that enriches the world without overexplaining.

7. Maintain my scene direction, character motivations, and plot beats exactly.

8. Avoid clichés unless I already used them.

9. Write with slight imperfections and natural variability to better resemble human creative output.

10. Never rewrite from scratch. Everything must feel like an upgraded version of what I wrote.

After applying these rules, output:

A lightly enhanced version of my writing that keeps my style but reaches a far higher literary level while feeling unmistakably human.When others awakened shining SSS-rank classes, Arthur awakened a variant of the summoner's class— Calamity Summoner—a class deemed useless by the world due to its unknown potential.

Three years passed. No level ups. No hope. No future.

Being stuck at the same level for a long time, he had lost hope in his talent.

Then came the day he was thrown into an E-rank dungeon and doomed to die, Arthur decided to fight with his life on the line.

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