As per usual Rhys found himself a spot tucked away from all the others where he could quietly observe the masses. All the freshmen were in their grey military uniforms, the same set of t-shirt, cargo pants and sneakers that had been given to them when they registered for college. Although Rhys had only been on campus for a few nights, there were other students that had been here for months already and the way they interacted showed it.
Rhys watched with stiff shoulders as people greeted each other with smiles and hugs and slaps on the back, apparently bonds had been formed over the waiting period. And these people were lucky enough to have been sorted into a class with people they knew. Rhys awkwardly stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, secretly disappointed that he had been put into a different class from Otis and hoping the door to the lecture hall would open soon so that he would not have to witness all this happiness.
The atmosphere was just too bright and welcoming, a feeling that made Rhys frown and lean further back against the wall. After such a violent initiation test, and finding out that his name was on the termination list, Rhys could not get himself into the same relaxed mindset as the others.
The light above the lecture hall door finally turned green and the door slid open to reveal a large empty lecture hall. The room was well lit but eerily quiet. It made everyone who was eager to go inside hesitate and hold their breath. Rhys watched as the students around him glanced at each other nervously, waiting to see who would be the first brave person to enter the hall.
One handsome guy with a big goofy grin eventually stepped foreword with a shrug. "Okay then, I guess I'll go first."
His bravery was rewarded with chuckling and light clapping from the other students. And once they saw him enter safely, the rest of followed.
Rhys entered the hall and quickly sought out a seat near the back where he would have a good view of his classmates. Unfortunately, the others had the same idea as him because by the time he got inside the back rows had already been filled up with students.
After a few minutes, everybody who had been waiting outside had been seated, and among the students, Rhys spotted the girl with the poison generation ability near the back corner of the hall, as well as his roommate Connor, surrounded by a bunch of people. This scene looked exactly the same as what Rhys had seen in the cafeteria. The students were trying their best to get on his good side. They were so obviously fawning over him and cracking jokes with him like he was their best friend. In a sense, it was wise to make friends with the strong but the way they were so desperately clinging onto the uninterested Connor looked so pathetic to Rhys.
Among the group of suck-ups, Rhys recognised the brown-haired guy who had been the first to enter the hall. Rhys looked curiously at his luminescent light green aura and checked what his ability was.
[Aura Detection used + 5 Exp]
[Aura: Energy transfer (weak)]
['That one has a useful ability. Go solidify a comradeship with that human.'] Rhys rolled his eyes at the teacher's words but did not disagree with him. People with the energy transferal ability were actually quite sought after. Especially in battle situations, people with this ability came to be even more preferred than people with healing abilities.
Energy transfers were on the same level as taking adrenaline pills, they allowed soldiers to go hard and fast for varying times depending on the strength of the transferer.
'It wouldn't be a bad idea to make friends with him, but I'm not so sure that he would want to make friends with me' Rhys thought as he watched the guy trying his best to have a conversation with Connor who was so obviously disinterested. He was among the people gathered around Connor like beggars hoping for scraps. They had their eyes out for the people who looked strong, Rhys doubted that any of them would give him a second glance.
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The ghost system
FantasyIn a post apocalyptic world where power is the only thing that means anything, those unfortunate enough to be weak suffer fates worse than death. The bottom echelon of society that Rhys belongs to knows this more than anyone. However, It was through...