Chapter 17: Ch 17: Recipee for Disaster- Part 1
Most of the classes Fenrir sat through that day felt like slow-moving torture.
The lecturers spoke with an air of authority that grated on him, especially when they presented misinformation with absolute confidence.
Math and Science were the only exceptions—there, at least, he could see a curious blend of progress and misunderstanding.
Energy manipulation had taken leaps forward, but much of their foundation was flawed or limited by systemic dependency.
Still, it was amusing to see how far they had come without truly understanding the world's roots.
History was the worst offender.
They glossed over entire centuries, speaking of vague "lost eras" and the rise of the System like it was a divine miracle that had always existed.
Mana Studies and System Theory were even worse, treating divine beings like fairy tales and brushing off past conflicts as ancient myths.
But what caught Fenrir's attention most was the complete erasure of his name.
There were no mentions of him—not even as a villain or a legend. It was as if someone had purposefully scrubbed him from history.
The divine beings? Not a trace.