Chapter 97 Abandoned God

Chapter 97 Abandoned God

[First Person POV: Eden]

"Give me one good reason: Why are you sitting here?" I questioned the girl with chocolate skin seated next to Emily at the back of the class.

"You're late," Fatima responded as I settled into my seat, Emily on my right, and Aron with Cassia and Nora on the desk below us.

"Answer my question."

"Why can't I be here?" she asked, feigning confusion.

"It's fine; she isn't bothering anyone." Before I could reply, Aron interjected with a smile, earning a glare from me.

"Are you okay with this, Emily?" I asked, fixing my gaze on her. Among those present here, she is the only one who harbors a deep hatred for nobles.

"It's fine," she replied with a slight smile.

"She's my friend now, Eden," Fatima said, holding Emily's hand. "Don't even think about touching her."

"How's your health, Cassia?" I asked, ignoring Fatima.

"I'm fine; thanks again for your help," she replied with a light bow, and I smiled back at her.

"They got close pretty quickly," I whispered to Emily as I looked at Aron and Nora talking excitedly with each other.

"Yeah, Berg also got close to him," she replied, but immediately frowned. "You should have been with us; you were practically gone for the last four days."

"Poor guy," I mumbled as I thought about Berg. It looks like Aron is starting with Nora.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked as she heard me.

"Nothing," I said, shifting my focus towards the two girls sitting in the middle of the class, Angelina and Aeloria.

Ever since I confronted Aeloria, she has been ignoring me all the time. But I did learn a few things after that day.

One thing is that she either doesn't have her childhood memories or doesn't remember them properly because she never once doubted my words.

The thing is, I never met her in her childhood; the first time I met her was at the awakening ceremony. And with the help of the Phoenix clan's information network, I also got to know about the secret she has been hiding from the kingdom.

"Let's see how long you're going to run away," I warned her, leaning back in my chair and dismissing the group.

Four days had passed since the entrance ceremony, and in the last few days, classes were suspended, giving new students enough time to become familiar with each other.

Even after the shocking death during the ceremony, most first-years seemed to have almost forgotten about it.

Despite the strict prohibition on students leaving the academy until the investigation into the security breach was complete, I managed to sneak away, returning to my house.

She paused, letting the information sink in, and then continued, "The Human God, in any of the recorded history, has never been seen using divinity and can never share it. Because of this, over time, people stopped worshipping him, abandoning him for the gods who give blessings to their followers."

"He got ghosted," I mumbled, placing my chin over my hand.

Aron followed up with another question: "Is it true that he killed gods?"

"In short, yes, he had," Sophia confirmed. She continued, providing more details: "In the history of every race, his existence has always been present."

"Every race has its own view of him; for example, the dwarves describe him as the master of craftsmanship, while the Elves portray him as the one loved by nature."

"However, in all their histories, he is always known by the names [god slayer], [genocidaire], [Annihilator] and [bringer of death]."

"Wait, genocidaire?" I asked out loud as I heard her, wondering if it meant what I thought it did.

"Yes, Mr. Morton, genocidaire," Sophia replied as she explained. "During the era of deity demise, there were a lot more races than there are now, and most of them were stronger than humans."

"As the strong oppressed the weak, they also tried to do that, promoting a lot of war between us that always resulted in our loss."

"When the Human God arrived, he annihilated a lot of them, creating genocides and entirely wiping out a few races, which gave him this title."

"Even though some of the said races still have their people alive, most of them were wiped out of the face of the world."

"One example of such a race is the witches, who only have one living descendant known to the world."

"Many nobles must know her; she is the commoner faction leader of the Darkoina continent known as the 'Witch of the Past.'"

"Valeria," I mumbled as I remembered the gray-haired beauty who I met years ago.

'I wonder how she is doing now', I thought, my mind filled with the image of the mother-daughter pair.

"Is there any portrait left of him?" Fatima asked as she raised her hand.

"No," Sophia replied, shaking her head, "the only thing that is known about him is the outline of his features."

"But there is one poem from the Elves that gives his description," she said as she took the book again, reading it out loud.

"In þe hushed whispers of yore Elven groves, A tale unwinds, as aged as hooded troves. Of a Man-God, a legend and lore, Wiþ a mask veiling his visage evermore.

Silver-white tresses, a grace cascade, Adorned his face, a riddle laid. Shoulders grazed by time's soft strands, He stood, a beacon in celestial lands.

Þurh realms he strode, a sword held high, Þe broad blade gleaming neath þe starry sky. Dragons bent, and gods in dread, As þe Man-God's presence ever spread."

"Wait, that description," I mumbled as memories of my awakening of time-space affinity flooded my mind.

silver-white hair, a broad sword, and a mask covering his face.

"It's the same as that person I saw in my vision."