Chapter 10: Professor Shameless
Suddenly, Nolan narrowed his eyes, with an unhurried lazy tone of voice, he began his scheme.
"Why are you all going to the City of Murlacks, anyway? A third-grade academy—don't you think that's too high for your first step? Why not start with a second-grade academy in a lower city, build a foundation, and then move up?"
The students blinked.
A few looked at each other as if confused by the question, until a boy with gelled silver hair and a haughty gaze stood up from the back row, crossing his arms.
"We're not nobodies, Professor. We don't need to climb steps when we're born to leap."
His voice carried arrogance like it was stitched into his bones. "We are talented," he said with the smugness of someone who'd been told that a thousand times.
"Oh?" Nolan tilted his head slightly. "Talented? How so?"
Without another word, the silver-haired student stepped forward and released a surge of power.
The room instantly shifted—heavy, wind-charged pressure exploded outward from his core.
Invisible gales swept through the hall, the windows rattling, and the torches flickering violently.
Several students instinctively flinched back, covering their eyes.