Chapter 79: Bad Vibes

Quickly, the various students soon arrived before the port, where stood a colossal building.

It was in this place that the various instructors were to register the names of the students under their authority, and also retrieve their mission reports.

Nolan and his remaining classmates all headed toward a random area where their names were quickly spotted.

Instructor Tiamat obtained the files where their mission was supposed to be.

But just as they were about to leave the desk, a person suddenly approached them.

A middle-aged 'alien' man, with a purple coloured skin and two tentacles like those of a cockroach on the sides of his head.

His eyes were white, and he was a full three meters tall, almost scaring the life out of Nolan.

However, the other students remained relatively calm as they knew what type of Descendant the man was and were already used to it.

"Instructor Tiamat. We meet again!" The man greeted, arriving before Instructor Tiamat, and stretching his hand out for a handshake.

Instructor Tiamat also reached out hers.

But just when they were about to shake hands, they both suddenly removed their hands together, creating a swirling whirlpool of green and gold in the air.

Then they proceeded to both slap the back of their hands before pointing at each other's noses.

"Hahaha, a greeting from you is always a pleasure. There are quite a few bastards lacking the aura of a gentlewoman like yours..." he said loudly, as Nolan's eyes dulled a little.

"What was that all about?" he mused aloud, and there happened to be a student right beside him to answer his question.

It was none other than the multi-colored guy, the Descendant of Odin.

"That's the special greeting of the Anamaras. Their sense of greeting is quite, um, 'unique.' "

"But not many people adore it, and the Anamaras don't like normal handshakes either."

"So it creates this weird connection with them..." Odin explained to Nolan, whose eyes brightened and he pieced the rest together.

He had heard that various Mythological Descendants had their own distinct cultures, and something normal in one culture could be taken as disrespect in another.

An example is the handshake.

If Instructor Tiamat had taken it like a normal handshake, the man would have been offended due to his culture.

But Instructor Tiamat didn't go for the normal handshake and instead went for the strange one, even when she could have insisted on the 'normal' handshake.

That earned her the man's pleased eyes.

"You're welcome. Nogili. It seems you have something pretty important for me..." Instructor Tiamat said casually.

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"Not really much. I was just given an assignment by Sir Astaroth..." he said and Instructor Tiamat's relaxed expression faded away, replaced by seriousness and focus.

It was clear whoever this Sir Astaroth was, he earned her absolute respect even behind his back.

"What did the Sir command?" she asked.

"He asked me to come and get a person from your group. He said his name is, um," Nogili stammered, not remembering the name and embarrassingly opened his palm where he had written it down, calling it out weirdly.

"Yes. A person called Nolan... Gotkilled!"

"It's Goschald!!" Nolan yelled at the man immediately upon hearing the name, and the students burst into laughter.

Nolan Gotkilled!!? What kind of bullshit name and mistake is that?

[MUAHAHAHA] The system's mocking laughter rang in his head as Nolan scoffed.

"Apologies for my miswording. I must have gotten the wording wrong..." Sir Nogili said to Nolan, quite apologetically, showing he wasn't really trying to mock his last name, so Nolan also waved it off.

"It's fine..."

"Sir Astaroth asked you to fetch Nolan?" Instructor Tiamat got back to business and Nogili nodded.

"Yes, he said he has quite a special mission for him, so I should get him. And he also added, 'if it's fine by you, of course...'" Nogili completed, and Instructor Tiamat's eyes narrowed, looking at Nolan, who looked back at her with a perplexed expression, before she finally gave a nod.

"Ok, you can take him..." she finally agreed, and Nolan didn't know if it was his ears, but it seemed like Instructor Tiamat didn't want that but seemed like she had no choice instead.

"Good. This way, Nolan Gotkilled."

"It's Gottschald!" Nolan corrected before following after the alien man, and Instructor Tiamat and the remaining students moved outside the building, heading to their Aethercraft to immediately embark on their given mission.

'Astaroth, you sly bastard! Just what are you up to this time?'

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Nolan and the purple-skinned man walked through the crowds of instructors and students until they arrived at the far east side of the place, where an opened elevator was waiting for them already.

The man shifted to the side, allowing Nolan to enter.

But strangely, he didn't enter with Nolan.

Instead, his lanky hands moved to the button, and he clicked on number 9—the highest number on the keypad—before he retracted his hands, and the elevator door closed on Nolan.

Immediately, the ground beneath his feet shook a little, and Nolan felt himself getting whisked upward at an incredible speed.

Just to be safe, a milky white light appeared in Nolan's hand, and his dagger appeared in his grasp.

He somehow wasn't getting a good vibe from all of this.

Instructor Tiamat didn't seem to want him to go, and the man had come to fetch him, a little too abruptly.

And now he was getting whisked up an elevator, without the person who fetched him coming with him.

He felt like this was some type of hidden ploy and going up the elevator—It was like he was being sent into hell, and just to be safe, he felt like he needed his dagger in his arms.

Soon, the elevator's speed slowed down until it completely stopped, and Nolan's hand clenched the dagger harder as he heard the sound of the elevator doors opening up...

DIIIING!