Chapter 277: Misfortunate Generation

Chapter 277: Misfortunate Generation



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Arthur's POV

'Ah... I'm going to get bullied here too.'

No one helped me.

Not even Ava.

I thought we had something.

Not friendship, but at least something closer than strangers.

We survived that test together.

We died together!

And I helped her!

I saved her...

Without me, she would've been the first to die under that fire.

But where was she now?

Good deeds were supposed to be repaid, weren't they? Smack!

I got hit again. By the three students in front of me.

Those three were Max's goons.

They were already annoyed with me for some reason, but when they saw me approach Ava...

Smack!

Yeah.

This began.

Now, I'm in an empty classroom, getting clobbered like usual.

'Nothing's changed from before.'

'Only the people doing the bullying.'

'At first, it was family. Now? It's my very own classmates.'

My brain skipped through it. Their insults fell on deaf ears. Their hits reached an unfeeling body.

I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of winning.

At least that, I held control over. Though... it never seemed like it.

My mind continued to churn through that time...

'Why aren't the professors helping?'

Smack!'

'Are these cameras useless?

'I bet they're laughing at my sorry state right now.'

Oh, they were.

Or rather, it was one professor.

He was responsible for our class.

The one we met today...

Emir.

He was at the holo-screen near the front desk.

Watching with a smile.

Was he goading me?

No... that wasn't something a professor would do.

'He w-wants me to fight back!

'Yes, he wants to see what I'm made of!'

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Third Person POV

Arthur tried to fight back against them. He really did. He tried standing up, he tried deflecting

his attacks. He tried many things.

And all of them were scrutinized under his professor's gaze.

A trembling gaze.

Why?

Well...

Arthur failed miserably.

A few lucky 'wheel' spins didn't help him.

They only prolonged his suffering.

Emir didn't interfere. He only struggled.

Yes, he struggled to hold himself back.

He wanted to get a few kicks in, too!

But unfortunately, cameras were around. They prevented him from participating in this 'fun activity.'

To top it all off, he couldn't show himself oblivious to whatever was happening around him

for too long.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

So he stepped in while letting out a few chuckles.

The bullies finally noticed his presence.

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And a few words flowed through the air:

"You three will meet me in my office."

"Check your bracelets; I'll send the time later."

Emir then turned to the door, gesturing for them to leave.

But a screaming voice stopped his actions:

"You impure commoner bastard!"

Ah...

Not everyone was smart in this world.

Or rather, the smart generation wasn't theirs.

Those that grew up in the latest one were...

Unfortunate.

Yes, misfortune plagued them for living so easily.

Emir, who showed no visible reaction, asked without looking back:

"What did you just say?"

Hearing no reply, he turned around and walked towards the dumbest of the three.

"C'mon."

"Say that again."

"..."

With every step, Emir spewed out his snake-like poison:

"No? You can do it. C'mon, say it."

"....."

He had to hear his words again.

"Say it. Say it. C'mon, say it."

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If not, his killing intent, which had begun to drown the place, would kill the students before

The reached them.

"Mind telling me where the camera feed is sent?"

[Rank Identification: Privileged, SS Security Clearance, Access Accepted to Level 2.]

A green-colored hologram suddenly materialized before him.

It was a tiny, spherical blob of...

'...a Slime?'

[Follow me.]

The holographic creature left a trail of gunk in its wake.

'Oh, maybe that's why.'

Emir chuckled and walked after it.

They made their way through a long hall bathed in blue, conversing between themselves.

"So, Brain, what do you do around here?"

[That would take me approximately one hundred and ten years to verbally explain. Is that fine

with you?]

"What do you think?"

[You don't want to listen to it.]

"I don't."

[A summary then?]

"How long would that take?"

[Ten hours.]

"...And?" [You don't want that either.]

"Why?"

[It's still too long.] "Correct, now what do you think I want?"

[To check the cameras.]

"No, ah, whatever."

Emir gave on talking with it and looked around.

The source of said blue light were big glass chambers that housed legions of servers on each

side of the hall.

The transparent walls revealed circuitry and pulsating processors across nearly all metallic

frameworks. Soundless quantum computers in formation, a congregation of machines and servers interconnected by nothing but the network.

This behemoth of tech marvel worked without wires, speeding through countless data at

incomprehensible scales. Alongside them were normal, high-speed computers that maintained consistency in all

departments.

One did not use a nuke to kill a cockroach, and one did not need a quantum computer to do

basic

math.

Quantum computers were simply a further advancement of everything database and

simulation-related.

The transistors in those machines allowed in Qubits instead of Bits, which were zeros, and

ones. The reason for such change was that if the transistors shrank to the size of only a few atoms, electrons couldn't be controlled and would pass through the transistors due to quantum tunneling.

So a simple upgrade wasn't possible, an entire change was needed.

A different machine altogether.

One that could even teleport humans. Though without Aether, the only teleportation possible

would've been where the original body was destroyed and copy-pasted to the location selected. A fatal, unnecessary wonder, but a wonder nonetheless.

Such things and more were all created after the discovery of the fifth state of matter in space.

It wasn't 'Plasma,' nor 'Quark-Gluon Plasma', a liquid-like state plasma. What it was was a

'Bose-Einstein Condensate.'

A quantum object that neared Absolute Zero.

'Amon sure has outdone himself...'

He cracked a grin as he stopped his mind from going too deep into the black hole named

science.

His gaze then shifted from the inner workings of the place to something closer.

A few holographic displays hovered above some of the consoles that had escaped the mass of

tech behind the walls.

They projected complex data charts and streaming algorithms, which added to the already

high-tech sanctum.

It truly seemed that the owner of this place loved it to be sleek.

'Impressive... really impressive.'

Emir liked what they had done here quite a bit.

It matched what he wished for in his base of operation.

His home.

While he didn't particularly need any of this as he had Lyra...

That family of his wasn't privy to such a privilege.

They had Lyra's help at times. But that was the thing. 'At times.' Sure she hung around the

house or the company, but whenever Emir needed her, that's where she would go. She

couldn't work on multiple spaces at super high capacity at once. After all, her computing power was limited.

This setup on the other hand... It had everything Emir wanted.

Multiplied by a thousand.

Especially the camera system.

And now Emir stood before the entrance to the said camera system.

The monitoring room.

He looked towards it, waiting.

[Processing...]

[Level 2, accessed.]

The gates opened to show a large room.

Unlike before, it was relatively empty, only containing desks that outlined the walls.

[Please, sit down; e camera feeds will appear shortly.]

Brain approached a desk and circled its chair.

Emir laughed at how absurd this all looked, and then took his seat.

Then, not even a moment passed before multiple holo-screens projected themselves in front

of him.

They displayed students and non-teaching staff members present throughout the academy. [Professors are hidden?]

[Correct, level 3 privilege is required.]

[I see, thanks, Brain.]

[It's my pleasure, Sir Emir.]

'Now then...'

The holo-screens whirled to his neural network's command.

Snap!

The movement of these projections ceased as Emir focused on a particular screen.

In it, one could see a student with particular grey hair, bunched up into a ponytail.

Emir relaxed his posture, leaning back into his chair.

'Let's see how my students are fairing.'