Chapter 74 Academy Life (3)



As the day drew to a close, the Academy emptied out and only a handful of people remained.

Among them was Ken, who had just finished his training for the day and was on his way back to his room.

It was a common sight to see Ken practicing late into the night, as he was a dedicated protagonist who took his training seriously.

As he walked through the deserted corridors, Ken's attention was drawn to the sound of commotion coming from a nearby alleyway.

Being naturally curious, he followed the noise and soon came upon a disturbing scene - a group of boys were viciously beating a single student.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

"Hey, Lowlife. How are you now?" A tall man sneered. He was tall and lean, with scruffy, unkempt hair and a perpetual scowl etched onto their face. He wore a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots, giving off an intimidating vibe.

"Why did you even bother coming to the Academy?" A man with buzz cut asked, arms crossed. He was shorter than the other guy but still exuded a tough aura. He eyes were sharp, with a menacing glare that could scare off anyone who dares to cross him. He wore a plain white t-shirt, a leather vest adorned with various studs and spikes, and black boots with metal buckles.

Tallest man among the group stepped forward, a cruel smirk on their face. "Remember, Lowlife. No matter what you do, you'll always be just a Lowlife. So you should feel honored to have been beaten up by us."

He has shaggy, tousled hair that fell into his eyes. He had a muscular build, suggesting that he spend a lot of time at the gym, and was covered in tattoos from head to toe. He wore a black hoodie with the hood pulled up, obscuring most of his face, and baggy cargo pants tucked into military-style boots.

There was half a dozen of group of boys was obscuring the view so anyone won't disturb them.

The student was silently taking beating from them.

Seeing this Ken's blood started boiling.

Without hesitation, Ken rushed to intervene and put an end to the violence.

He came before them and shouted.

"Stop."

Kevin stood near them.

"Oh, who are you?" One of the boys from group asked.

"You don't know him? He is chief of freshmen this year." A short guy answered.

"Ah, that lowlife."

"Yeah, he is also lowlife. Can't you see how he stopped our noble activity." A guy with noble aura and expensive clothes commented.

"But wouldn't he be strong as Freshman?" The short guy was scared.

Typical Protagonist.

After Ken and Issac left the scene...

"Ouch. Didn't you said you cleared hidden dungeon alone? You liar. You just got knock out in 3 punches. Pathetic." The short man with buzz cut said while groaning.

"Fancy coming from you who got knock out in 1 punch." Tallest guy scoffed and continued,

"And I did clear the hidden dungeon alone, however it was already cleared. Only few wolves were left there. Even artifact was also taken away." Tallest guy explained.

"Then how it can be hidden dungeon when it's already cleared by someone? You idiot." The guy with expensive clothes outraged.

"Oh, I didn't think about that. My bad." Tallest guy apologized.

Every guy from the group that time felt to beat this guy again.

In the middle of the night, while most people were fast asleep, there was one individual who remained awake.

The identity of this man and his intentions remained a mystery. However, one thing was certain - he was engaged in a task that was crucial for his survival.

Despite the silence of the night, there were some faint sounds emanating from his vicinity, indicating that he was actively engaged in his work.

It is unclear what this work entailed or why it had to be conducted at such an odd hour.

There were some sounds like...

"Huff... Hah... Huff..."

The man was visibly struggling to catch his breath, with each inhalation and exhalation coming in quick succession.

Beads of sweat ran down his face and his entire body was drenched in perspiration, indicating that he had been engaged in a strenuous physical activity for a prolonged period.

Despite his fatigue, his chiseled physique was apparent as he stood there, shirtless. His well-defined muscles were on full display, glistening in the light, a testament to his hard work and dedication.

It was evident that this man had been pushing his body to its limits, perhaps in pursuit of a goal or out of sheer determination.

*Tang*

*Tang*

"This is sure tiring, still it's worth it." That man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his elbow.

That man's name is Rain.

So, what is he doing?

Of course he is mining.