Saga of Atlantis

Chapter 100  Overpowered.

"Aren't you destined to do it anyway? So why don't you do it now?"

 "W-what do y-you m-mean?"

"ENOUGH!"

I shouted as I leaned in. A sharp pain sear through my chest as the sword dug deeper inside my body, but I ignored it.

"If you don't have the resolve to kill me, don't threaten me."

She couldn't muster a single ounce of strength as she loosened her grip on the sword.

[Eden, you are scaring everyone] a voice resonated in my mind, clearing my thoughts a little.

I looked towards my side, only to notice Emily looked at me fearfully.

*Swish!*

*Boom!*

As I focused on Edda's words, a swift punch landed on the side of my face, cutting through the air, but that wasn't enough to budge me from my place.

I shifted my focus towards the one who punched me, only to find Stevie looking at me with surprise and shock.

"Is that all you can do?" I asked as I unhanded Angelina's sword, now facing him.

He jumped back, creating a few meters of distance between us.

"Stop bothering the princess!" He barked.

"Dude, your so-called friend is at death's door, and you are thinking about her," I said as I unbound my long white hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

*Sigh*

With a sigh, I took out a healing potion from my inventory, unscrewed it, and threw it at the guy's face, making him heal slowly but surely.

"Now, it's your turn." I said as I moved towards him.

"What's going on here?"

As I got ready to beat him down, a voice cut through the silence.

I moved my gaze towards the voice, only to find Sophia with swordKing Mane's  coming towards me.

"What have you done this time?" She asked me as her gaze moved from me to the guy laying on the ground, and Mane moved to inspect him.

Stevie slowly moved away from the scene, not wanting to be part of the problem.

Fucking bastard.

"Not my fault! He started it," I said, as my head cooled down a little.

"He is fine, just unconscious; he will heal in a few minutes," Mane said after inspecting him.

"Explain, Eden!" Sophia said.

"He insulted Duchess Morton."

"And?"

"And I punished him."

She frowned as she heard it, looking at me suspiciously, but I just made an innocent face.

"Is he telling the truth, Miss Angelina?" She asked the princess, who has now returned to her poker face, not showing any signs of vulnerability.

"Yes, Madam Sophia," she replied, surprisingly taking my side for whatever reason. After a while, Sophia moved away.

"Fifty academic points will be deducted from Eden Morton for starting a fight, and he will be working in the management department for a week."

"Wait! Why only me?"

"You punished him already, didn't you?" She replied, making me shut my mouth.

"Hey, Eden, right?" As I was about to move, the old man said, looking at me.

"I have heard a lot about you." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Everyone has; I am pretty famous, you know."

"Haha, yes, yes, you are famous." He replied with a chuckle, but his eyes said something else.

"Listen here carefully, Eden," he whispered, placing his hand on my shoulders. "I want you to stay the fuck away from my granddaughter."

I didn't reply, but I looked at him silently.

"You don't know how much my disciple and granddaughter are important to this world, and I don't want people like you to be around them."

While still smiling, he grabbed my shoulders more tightly, to the point that they creaked a little as he continued,

"Hear my advice and do your role properly; don't cross your limits or else you wouldn't know what might happen to you."

Saying so, he left me there.

'They noticed my interaction with them.' I thought  rubbing my shoulders as I moved towards the edge of the stadium.

'This is getting complicated.'

If they are to take action against me right now, I will be in trouble because, as of right now, I have only a few items that can protect me against someone who is higher than ascension level.

"Alright, everyone, form a line according to your class!"

Sophia shouted, bringing everyone's attention toward her as all the students moved around, forming lines class-wise.

As for me, I moved towards the corner of the stadium, sitting down and leaning on the wall.

'Why did I snap there?'

I thought, closing my eyes.

After years of living in Eden's body, I was pretty confident that I had gained total control over his body and emotions, but it looks like I was wrong.

The way my body reacted when I first saw Angelina after years, the way my mind was fuming with anger when I remembered Stevie, and the way I snapped when he tried to badmouth my mother.

I truly don't understand if I have full control over my emotions or not.

[You have suppressed your childhood memories for a long time.]

'So what do you want me to do?' I asked with a sigh.

[Confront those memories, Eden; come to terms with your past.]

"I hope all of you have found your weapon of choice." Sophia's words caught my attention as she stood in front of all the students.

She paced around gracefully as she continued, "If you have found one, think twice before continuing with that weapon because you can't change that weapon for the rest of your life."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.

One of the commoner students raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Madam!"

One of the commoner students raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Do we have to stick with the same aura or mana arts for the rest of our lives as well?" he asked.

"No, you can change them if you find a better one, but you can't change the weapon, as they fundamentally change the structure of your body to fit the weapon."

'Well, that doesn't work on me,' I thought, listening to her.

Because of my 'Apex Chad Body,' I can use any weapon present in the world.

Another student raised her hand.

"Can we use mana with any weapons?"

"Yes, you can, but it will be less significant and weaker compared to aura, as mana arts are mainly used to gather surrounding mana and purify it to store in your mana core."

'My body automatically purifies mana,' I thought hearing her explanation.

"Anyway, we will present you with art for you guys to choose from. All of them are [Uncommon Ranks], with some [Rare Ranks] also present."

'All the arts I have are of at least [Divine Rank].'

"....."

"....."

Wait, aren't I a bit too overpowered for being in a place like this?

"Now come forward as I call your name; if you don't want any of the arts from the academy, just say so."

She addressed her last words to the noble students.

"Now,

Alexander, please come forward."

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After all the students finally chose their arts, Sophia added a few more words.

providing detailed information about the arts while issuing a few warnings before leaving us.

I left the stadium, and no one tried to talk to me.

Even Emily avoided me after what happened to that Drake guy.

Not that it bothered me, since I knew their personalities from the game, and I could pretty much guess what they were thinking about me.

What truly bothered me was that, in a week or so, the first event that would work on the character development of the hero and heroine would start.

For Aron's development, I was one of the major characters who served as his stepping stone.

However, as I had changed the plot quite a lot, I didn't know who would take that role now.

I couldn't ignore the fact that fate or something similar could also influence this, potentially making me stand against him just like in the game.

I went up the stairs until I reached the terrace. After opening the door, I stepped inside and took out a slim cigarette.

Using my fingers, I lit the tip with ease.

Then I jumped up and sat on the terrace wall, hanging my legs in the air.

"Puff!"

As I exhaled, I looked at the students moving towards the dormitory, resembling fireflies in the dim light.

[Why did you come here?]

"Why are you talking so much today?"

[Just reply]

"Didn't you say I should confront my past?"

[Yes?]

"Then you should remember the girl who loved Eden in his childhood, right?"

As if waiting for me to say it, the door to the terrace creaked open, and a girl entered.

Her blonde hair, meticulously gathered into a high ponytail, showcased disciplined grace.

The deep, enchanting red eyes held intensity and authority.

Dressed in the academy's second official uniform, she wore a fitted black shirt that modestly highlighted her form. A matching black skirt flowed gracefully.

Black stockings adorned her legs seamlessly, adding a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.

"Grace." I mumbled looking at her.