Chapter 15
History Class
As the teacher droned on about the cataclysm—how our world was torn apart a century ago by sudden explosions similar to nuclear bombs that birthed monsters, dungeons, and castles—the words started to blend into a dull murmur. I was the one who wrote this before and the repetition made it difficult to keep my focus.
"Cataclysm. A hundred years ago, sudden explosions shook the world as monsters, beasts, dungeons, and castles began appearing in all corners of the world," the teacher emphasized, his voice echoing around the classroom.
I sat back in my chair, sketching absent-mindedly in the margin of my notebook. The images of towering castles, caves, dungeons, monsters, and beasts filled my mind, but boredom seeped in like a thick fog.
"With the appearance of monsters and beasts, they went on a killing spree almost wiping out the human population while dungeons and castles continuously spawned those monsters," the teacher continued, passion igniting his tone. "Ordinary weapons, science, and even technology are no match for them. The law that was known to mankind fell away, devolving into a brutal law of the jungle."
I glanced around the classroom, noticing some of my classmates squirming in their seats, while jotting down notes.
"Chaos continued to reign until a group of people suddenly emerged from nowhere," the teacher said, his voice rising with enthusiasm. "These individuals wielded extraordinary power and abilities that surpassed those of mere mortals. They fought back against the monsters, beasts, and even some of the demon lords until the latter had no choice but to retreat. Just as swiftly as our world fell into ruin, it was reconstructed."
He paused for effect, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "They were called Heroes," he continued, igniting the flames of fascination among some students. "Using gifts bestowed by the heavens, they brought miracles to our world. To become a Hero, one must possess either two qualities: one is hereditary, passed down through generations—and the other, a Gift granted by the deities above."
While my interest waned, I occupied myself by observing the room. I watched the main and side characters: Ezekiel, Cypher, and Whitney had their eyes glued to the professor, diligently taking notes as if their futures depended on it. Edge was boredly listening, while Rex was fully asleep, his head resting against the desk. Angela who is next to Cypher kept scratching her head, a mixture of confusion and annoyance etched across her face.