Chapter 159: First Year Supervisor

The main administrative block was a sleek building built of high quality blue crystal. From outside, it looked like a gigantic crystal spire. 

It was in the public domain, and he entered the building without any extra check. 

The ground floor was vast, easily rivalling the size of three stadiums combined. 

After all, this was the main building for every cadet. 

But upon entering, he found that much to his chagrin; it was noisy. 

Hundreds of cadets were going in and out from the dozens of entry points. 

The services offered ranged from enquires, complaints to requests, recommendations, and counselling. 

It was to be expected, however. 

This building oversaw the administrative processes of all the cadets. The events, the tests, their records, and so on. 

In a sense, Administrative building was the controlling unit of the Academy itself. 

So along with robots, there were also hundreds of staff in this five hundred storey tall crystal building. 

Varian enquired about the Supervisor office and boarded the glass elevator. The office of the first year's Supervisor was apparently on the hundredth floor.

They had the final responsibility on the performance of two thousand first year cadets. 

Knox, the supervisor of first year was a level 7 Space Awakener. 

On the ceremony of tutor-pupil, Knox tried to prevent Seth from accepting Varian as his pupil. 

There was a short conflict, after which Knox gave in. 

He was trying to please Xanders, and the plan fell apart. He must be resentful against him and Seth. 

If it was before, Varian would've worried about running into trouble. But now, looking at the badge bound to him, he smirked. 

Even though Evander didn't give him any tangible benefits, a lot of troubles he would encounter otherwise now simply vanished.

The waiting hall was relatively deserted. The first years were still busy with their classes and missions. 

After the brief retina scan, Varian walked into the lavish office. 

It was 'armed to the teeth' with luxury items. 

Expensive holographic art, show pieces made from strong magic beasts, and even a fountain of precious potions. 

Varian noticed even the chairs were made of expensive red gold. 

'Vain as fuck.'

The most irritating thing was of course the man sitting on the chair. 

No. 

Varian waved his hand lightly, and the hologram disappeared, revealing a slob leaning back on the chair. 

Knox. His bald head remained barren. While his belly bloated. Varian would rather believe this guy was actually a pregnant woman. 

"Sir, the hologram is destroyed." The AI wake up Knox. 

Knox rubbed his eyes and cursed. "Who are you, kid? You could've just said your complaint to the hologram, I'd review it later, anyway."

"Do you not recognize me, Mr. Knox?" Varian chuckled and rudely sat on the chair. 

"You—" Knox was about to reprimand such audacious behavior when he finally recognized Varian. 

"You're still alive?" His eyes widened. 

"You must be sleeping for hours or you'd already know." Varian answered with a casual expression.

Knox was enraged and was about to exert his aura to teach the guy in front a lesson. 

But he suddenly paused, and a weird smile crept on his face. 

Without hiding the mockery, he said. "I don't know what luck you have to survive that shitty space crack. But,"

He tapped on the screen of his table, and a file popped up. 

{Expel Notice: Varian Konstant

Reason: Failed to attend the monthly exam.}

Knox was disappointed at Varian, only raising an eyebrow at the file. But he continued in a sadistic tone. 

"Usually, if you couldn't attend the exam because of a mission, you would be exempted and you can take the test again. To be fair, you would also get the chance." His eyes shone. 

"So when am I going to take the test, then?" Varian asked nonchalantly, as if he couldn't see the rising corners of Knox's mocking smile. 

"That's the best part." Knox laughed out loud. "You don't."

"Why?" Varian asked calmly, his voice trembled from anger. 

But to Knox, it was trembling from fear. 

He enjoyed the feeling of crushing someone and replied. "Why? Because sacrificing you, I can get into the good books of Young Master Narcis."

"After the news came that you died, I turned unimportant in his eyes." Knox glared at Varian, as if he was to blame. 

"The last task he gave me was to expel you. But if you're dead, what's the use? I'll only face Sarah's wrath for discrediting her late teammate." Knox's eyes narrowed. 

"But now that you're alive and I expel you, he'll be pleased. Thank you very much, whatever your name was." Knox started laughing in joy. 

"Hahaha!"

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Eventually, the laughter died down. 

When he looked at Varian again, expecting to see despair or defeat, there was only one thing he saw. 

A middle finger. 

Varian felt the aura around him thicken, as if it would lock him up any instant. But there was not a hint of nervousness on his face. 

Knox's face flushed with anger. "Fighting in the campus is indeed forbidden without proper reasons, even for me. But do you think you can survive after stepping out?"

Varian shook his head. 

"Yes! I will make sure you die miserably for offending me." Knox waved his hand, and the file shot into Varian's broke comm.

"Now out of my office and this campus. Or I will have you forcibly evacuated." Knox snickered. 

Varian was about to reply when the door suddenly opened. 

"How dare you enter without my—Young Master, welcome!" Knox's tone reversed in an instant and he hurriedly welcome the guest to be seated in his own seat. 

Varian watched as Narcis sat on the chair and glanced down at him in contempt. 

He covered his face and threw his head back with as he couldn't suppress laughing anymore. "I don't know why, but your eyes, they piss me off." 

"You know what? I'm thankful you didn't die. Now I can 'send' you off myself." Narcis sneered. 

"Hahaha! You're paying too much attention to this inconsequential person, young master." Knox performed his duty and kissed ass. 

He took the opportunity to teach his ghost AI some extraordinary knowledge. 

'Boo, carefully learn how clowns look. These are the best of the best.'

'Yes.'

"Get the fuck out already." Narcis walked to Varian and reached out his hand to grab the collar. 

A shadow flashed and then a 'pop' sounded. 

"Aaaah!" 

Narcis screamed as he clutched his broken hand. In his opinion, Varian used his powers and sneak attacked him. 

"You—" Knox raised his hand and was about to lock Varian when an announcement sounded. 

{Dean Evander accepted Varian, first year cadet, as his personal disciple. He expressed hope that Varian will set an example of a model cadet.}

Narcis ignored his pain as he gaped at Varian. 

Knox trembled as he gulped, his body trembling as he opened his mouth, but no words came out. 

The helpless cadet without any background, the one he could bully at will, his ticket to promotion and growing close to Xander family was gone. 

In front of him stood the cadet with a cold smile. 

Those eyes, he previously thought as 'fearful', now seemed predatory.

Knox felt a shiver down his spine, and he slumped on the ground. 

'Boo, send the video to Master.'

'Done.'

Varian smiled at Knox. "I've recorded our conversation. It's sent to my master. Now you can fuck off your position and maybe… the academy."