"Classes are divided into three. The genius class, where those with orange cores are situated. The talented class, where those with yellow cores are found. And finally, the mediocre class, where those with white cores will stay."

"For the first two classes you will have different instructors taking you through different subjects, but the information provided will differ greatly. At the end of each week, students from the different classes are to face each other to measure how far your strength has grown. Of course, you will be rewarded handsomely for participating and for good performance."

"Here at the academy, everything runs on contribution points. This is a measure of how much you've contributed to the academy. You can contribute by performing various researches, doing menial chores, and many more tasks."

The school head paused to moisten her throat and let the weight of her words settle.

She realised she had been saying a little too much all at once and had forgotten to take a proper pause.

Amon, seated in the midst of the crowd, used the moment of silence to ponder on her words.

The whole academy felt like a meticulously crafted system.

And it seemed perfectly built to bring forth the greatest strength from the students.

'How ingenious.' Amon praised from the bottom of his heart.

Still, he had been indirectly affected by these rules to a large extent.

Amon was starting to feel the whole situation was hopeless.

The school head's voice sliced through everyone's thoughts once more.

"Contribution points can be used to purchase battle arts from the school library, medicinal pills and herbs, and research properties. Even instructors' resources are limited by contribution points."

"Aside from that, you are not allowed to step out of the academy without permission. There are dangerous demons and even star beasts lurking in the ocean. Since they are not under the academy's supervision, don't blame us when you lose your pitiful lives."

Her eyes grew colder and sharper as she reached the last part.

The tension hung heavy for a moment before she broke into a cold smile.

"That is all for now. You are dismissed. Head over to your respective classes depending on the grade of your cores. It's pretty easy to recognise which class you belong to."

She paused briefly, as though recalling something, before asking:

"Any questions?"

Noticing the hall remain silent, the school head nodded, then seemingly vanished, leaving the stunned group behind.

Amon facepalmed and let out a frustrated groan as he stood up.

Natasha quietly accompanied him.

"Don't dwell on it too much. It should be pretty easy for you to break through to the next divine path with some resources."

Amon glanced at her from the corner of his eye, then lamented with a sigh.

"You… won't understand."

Natasha was stupefied. She didn't grasp the meaning behind Amon's words.

The two fell silent again as they strode out of the hall with the other students.

Finally, Amon noticed that the three buildings opposite the hall actually had descriptions on them.

To the far right stood a massive building even larger than the hall.

The genius class.

Beside it, a few meters to the left, was another building.

The talented class.

Amon looked around before his gaze settled on a shabby building that looked as though it hadn't been cared for in decades.

Faintly written across it were the words mediocre.

Some of the letters had faded so badly that Amon had to squint just to guess what it said.

'You've got to be kidding me.' Amon exclaimed inwardly.

"I'll have to go to my class. Can you lead me there?" Natasha asked hesitantly.

Amon paused briefly, then shrugged.

"Sure."

Since she was blind, he decided to help.

Internally, though, he still wondered how she could sometimes navigate perfectly and other times be completely unaware of her surroundings.

Despite his curiosity, he didn't ask, noting it might be inappropriate.

Amon led the blind girl across the marble floor toward the luxurious building on the right.

The structure was covered in all kinds of extravagance, from gold to diamonds and many more gleaming decorations.

"We're here." Amon said once they arrived.

Natasha thanked him before waving him off.

Through the corner of his eye, Amon sneaked a glance inside only to see an even more extravagant interior.

'Wasting money for no reason.' Amon complained inwardly.

Shaking his head in pity, he made his way back to the mediocre class.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes before he knocked on the locked door.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

There was a slight creak, but no response.

Amon hesitated briefly before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The moment he entered, he froze.

Seated across the desk, legs propped high atop it, was a middle aged man.

His clothes were messy and he slept without a care, a hat placed over his face.

Amon rubbed the back of his neck in annoyance.

'What kind of instructor is this?'

How could an instructor sleep so casually when class was supposed to start?

And he seemed to be sleeping very deeply.

Otherwise, the morning bell or Amon's knocking would have woken him.

Shrugging with a nonchalant expression, Amon approached the table.

Then… he slammed his hand on it.

Bam.

The noise startled the instructor awake and he shot up with an alert expression.

Seeing no danger, his gaze slowly fell on Amon's dazed face.

"Instructor Damien?" Amon was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected to see this mysterious teacher here.

"Uh, who are you again? Oh, right." Damien smacked his forehead. "The interesting kid from yesterday. What are you doing here? Oh wait…"

He smacked his head again, eyes widening in realisation.

"Your core is white, so you were sent here. Wow." A creepy smile spread across his face.

Amon stared blankly at him.

He had a vague feeling this instructor had a few loose screws in his head.

"I finally have my own student after so many years. And he's a genius." Damien grinned happily like a child.

"Good. Good. Good." He approached Amon and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Coming to this class is the best thing to ever happen to you." Damien said with confidence.

Amon glanced around the classroom.

It was filthy.

Empty food cans and various trash were scattered everywhere.

Rows of chairs looked broken or smashed by something or maybe… someone.

Books were stacked carelessly across a few seats.

Amon looked back at Damien with a raised brow as if to ask, are you sure about that?

Damien scratched the back of his head awkwardly, then his eyes lit up.

"This is all to bring out the best in a student.

"Here's your first lesson. Clean up the whole place and make it spotless. After that…" Damien rubbed his forehead in deep thought before giving a satisfied nod. "We'll begin the true teaching."

Amon didn't know whether to laugh or cry while staring at the messy classroom.

He came to the Behemoth Academy to learn, not to become a cleaner.

Still, he sighed before nodding.

"Good. Cleaning the classroom will teach you how to maintain your posture while fighting. In fact, I've heard of instructors who taught their students by making them clean their classrooms and those students went on to slay soul reavers and archdemons."

Amon shot him a disbelieving look, then rolled his eyes.

"Is that even possible?"

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