Chapter 26 First Dead Student

Damian jumped out of the top of the tree, activating his flight mid-air. The task he had in his mind was to find food, which had to be done, eventually.

Why? The only way the other students would find where Damian was sleeping was if they saw him climbing his tree.

So, he had to get the needed food fast before other students arrived in that area, and then head back to his tree to hide.

It was easy for him to hunt small animals using his knife and mental abilities, controlling the dagger to hit the targets from afar, going so fast they could not dodge.

"A rabbit, not bad."

Rabbits were common in the area. Damian was starving as well, so he got two rabbits for himself, piercing the knife through their necks, killing them instantly.

"I am sorry, little ones, but I must eat."

With the protein taken care of, Damian tried to find some fruits as well, but the surrounding trees did not have, so in the end, Damian returned to his shelter with only the rabbits.

There was no way for Damian to start something like a fire on top of a tree, and doing that close to where he was staying was also dumb, as that would make others see where his hideout was.

Damian went to another place, one far from his tree home, making sure no one would link his campfire location to where he was sleeping at night.

"This is a suitable spot. Behind that big bush, maybe," thought Damian, staring at a big bush that would act as an excellent cover for his campfire while he was there, in the open, vulnerable.

After finding the perfect spot, he looked for some branches, leaves, and anything he could find to use as fuel to start the fire. Finding those things was the simple part, but making the fire? That was a living hell!

Damian moved the two sticks using his mental abilities, but even with superpowers, starting a friction fire was hard!

"Fuck. The TV shows make this look so easy," Damian complained, but kept trying for about twenty minutes before succeeding.

"Finally!"

The smoke went up, and a warm sensation enveloped Damian's body as the friction fire finally worked, and he could now cook his rabbits.

He grabbed his knife and tried his best to clean up the rabbits, cutting its tendons and taking out the pelt. Damian was not skilled in that field, but at least he did not throw up while doing that.

"A victory, I suppose."

The tendons were alright, but the pelt was a little damaged, making it lose its value and usage if he ever wanted to create something with it.

"I am looking for the food anyway, so no problem."

It was not like Damian had the skills to create such items in the first place, and those skills would only be useful when there was no human contact.

"Why create clothes if I can just buy better ones?"

Damian grabbed two more big sticks and pierced them through the rabbits. An improvised way to cook them, and it turned out wonderfully!

The smell of the campfire cooked rabbits entered Damian's nostrils, sending him an urge to eat it, and his mouth salivated.

It was no mystery that Damian was hungry after flying and running all day, using his mental abilities to the most. The constant fear of someone stalking him also drained his strength, and when seeing the tasty food before him, Damian could not hold himself!

The very moment the rabbits were decently cooked, Damian gnawed large pieces of meat, sending them down his stomach, bringing a sensation of pleasure he could not explain.

"It feels like when I played video games all day without eating, and get a pizza by the end of the day!"

That was the best comparison Damian could find. Although rabbits and pizzas were vastly different, the feeling he was having at that moment was the same.

He ate those rabbits like a starved beast, meaning it did not take long for him to be done with it.

There was always the chance some other student would stumble with him — although Damian doubted that would happen after he flew for a long time, creating a decent distance between him and the rest.

But it was good to be careful, so after he finished eating, Damian destroyed his campfire, hiding it using the best of his capabilities.

It was impossible to make the ground look new, as if no one had built a campfire there, but Damian at least made it so that the other students would have to analyze the place and not find the campfire just by looking at it.

"Better than doing nothing. Now let's grab some water and return to that tree."

Damian, in that not so pleasant situation, had found another usage of his mental abilities — create objects.

He found a few pieces of wood, a string which was basically a vine, and created an improvised cup for him to hold water.

What Damian discovered was that his movements had more precision when he was controlling the objects with his mind, and not trying to create the cup using his hands.

"If I tried it using my hands, then I would never have the cup…"

There were many springs of water inside that forest — the professors of the academy would not let their students die of thirsty, so they locked a big perimeter with everything they would need to survive.

Damian easily found a small river and filled his improvised cup with water, returning to his tree afterward. While he was on his way back, he heard a few screams and strange noises, like a fight.

"Are students fighting around my area? Let me see this," thought Damian as he chased the sound to see what the hell was going on.

A part of him wanted to return to his tree as fast as possible, avoiding anything of the sort, like a fighting, but there was also a part of him that was curious.

He stealthily reached the area where the noises were coming from, and there, he saw someone on the ground, dead. Damian recognized the man to be one student from his class, but the strange part was the other person.

It was not a student, but someone Damian had never seen, wearing a complete black attire, looking like a professional assassin.

"Huh?" the man in the black attire turned around, facing the bush where Damian was hidden.

An icy shiver ran down Damian's spine, and he did not know what would happen next!