Chapter 34: Scenario [1]

Chapter 34: Scenario [1]

"B-21"

Isaac stood before a sliding door in a long hallway. Wearing a neat navy uniform, he read the sign on the door.

It had been two days since he entered Spawn, and it was today where he would attend his first class.

In that time, Isaac had figured out a few things.

Firstly, his Nen.

Unless he tampered with the excess Nen flowing into his body from the atmosphere, he could freely use the original source of Nen in his body.

Although, his hunger would increase if that happened, but it was worth it.

Despite not being able to use the trump card of the Zobae Disease, and having to guide 100% of the additional Nen to the Thing in his abdomen, he was determined to find a way to deal with the sanity problem.

Additionally...

"Status."

[Name: Isaac ???

Status: Hungry

Stage: 1

Inherited Character: Wanderer

Race: Human

PS: Nen (Proficiency Level: 3)

Hatsu: N/A

Perks:

Immortality (Lvl. MAX)

Zoldyck Genes (Lvl. MAX)

You possess an innate talent and potential for the art of assassination, hunting, and covert operations. This genetic gift allows you to learn and develop your skills at a rapid rate.

Hand to Hand Combat (Lvl. 1)

You are a skilled Hand to Hand fighter, able to use your body as a weapon.

Arts:

N/A

Curse:

Zobae Disease

Haunted by Calamity.]

'Hand to Hand fighter, huh? The Zoldyck Genes sure are great.'

In a matter of two hours of constant striking on a boxing bag, Isaac constantly saw himself adapting and improving the imperfections he noticed.

His imbalanced stance was changed to be more efficient and sturdy without him having to take a break, the power in his strikes saw a significant boost as he learned how to time his breathing with his blow and he learnt the importance of elbows, knees and kicks, adding them to his arsenal as he went.

Realising only two hours had passed and seeing the improvement he made, Isaac felt a wave of euphoria.

Despite wanting to spend more time finding ways to better hide his rewards, or discovering his limits and developing his Avatar, which he still hadn't had time to start on, Isaac was forced to put a halt to it.

Standing before his class, he slid the door open, walking in.

He knew the things he'd learn were extremely important, not only for his future Scenarios but to better understand Inheritors.

Being an outsider of spawn, he had to put in twice the effort to catch up.

As Isaac stepped into the class, the first thing he noticed was the chatting students as some laughed, some read and most huddled amongst six individuals in fairly close seats in the class.

It didn't take long to figure out who these six were.

'What are the chances? I'm in the same class as the Golden Six. I guess this is a good thing. This means there will be less attention on me.'

Stepping onto the stairs, as each row of tables moved vertically, Isaac made his way to the last desk on the right side of the class, the opposite side of the six.

Taking a seat, Isaac turned to the only person sitting on the row.

"I guess you're still obligated to go to classes despite not being an Inheritor yet." Isaac started, looking to Oliver, who had just noticed his presence.

"Oh, I didn't realise we'd be in the same class. And yes, classes are compulsory." Oliver chuckled.

"Excuse me, everyone."

A chipper and pleasant voice came from the other side of the class, as everyone immediately halted their conversations, all looking toward where the voice came from.

As Isaac did the same, his eyes fell upon a petite female, wearing the same uniform as everyone, only with a short skirt.

"Don't worry, Ava. No need to waste your valuable breath. My name is Colt Hale, D+ rank, and my dream is to constantly bring a smile to your delicate face, Ava."

Colt kneeled as he held Ava's hand.

His short black hair and blue eyes, paired with the bandages wrapped around his hands, were visually appealing to Isaac.

However, upon hearing the boy speak...

'No, it's him. He's the worst one of them all.'

The life on Isaac's face faded as his insides felt like they were turning upon the sight he was witnessing.

"That's Colt Hale." Oliver chuckled.

"His status isn't quite as extravagant as the other's, but his grandfather owns the most prestigious martial arts dojo in Spawn."

Isaac's ears perked upon hearing this.

After gaining the Zoldyck Genes and seeing what it was capable of, he couldn't help but want to explore further. Therefore, the prospect of the best martial dojo intrigued him.

'I might have to check in on it soon.'

Meanwhile, Ava awkwardly chuckled as Heather pushed Colt away, protecting her friend.

"OK, who's left?" Ava asked, her eyes falling upon two individuals sitting at the back of the class.

Isaac and Oliver stared at each other, none moving.

"You go first." Oliver whispered. It was clear he was shy.

Seeing this, a mischievous grin emerged on Isaac's face.

Taking his hand and squeezing Oliver's hip, the short boy jumped off his seat, yelping loudly.

Before he could retort, he noticed all eyes were on him.

"Umm...My name is Oliver...Clover."

"What?!"

"What did he just say?!"

"Clover? It can't be?"

"He doesn't mean THAT Clover, right?"

Isaac raised an eyebrow as Oliver sat back down, staring at his fingers as he fiddled with them, a poorly forced smile plastered on his face.

They seemed so distracted by his name, that they didn't even notice him forget to share his Rank. Not that he had one.

After the class settled down, their eyes moved to the last person left.

Isaac, standing, looked around with a straight face.

"My name is Isaac, F rank."

A silence enveloped the class as everybody stared.

"How rude. He can't even be bothered to share his full name."

"F rank. Seems fitting."

"After Ava was so polite."

"Nice to meet you Isaac." Ava smiled, turning away.

Meanwhile, Oliver's eyes shot wide open as an unnaturally devious grin appeared on his face.

Slamming his palm into the table, Oliver straightened his back, pointing toward Isaac as he yelled.

"He's a Wanderer!"

"..."

"..."

As if time itself had been stopped, no one dared move a muscle, or even breathe.

"Serves you right, Traitor" Oliver giggled.

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Next chapter title: Scenerio [2]

Next chapter the power scaling thing is explained!

Now...

Gimme the POWERSTONESSSSSS!