I exited cla.s.s first, leaving towards where should be 'Dorm Q-7'. I remembered the fact that this dorm is definitely Simon's. I wrote that the interior had a nice n.o.ble look, featuring a large bathtub in the bathroom, stocked with the best soaps and cleaning utilities. Being rich has its perks, and now I'm gonna enjoy those d.a.m.n perks!

I walked past a sea of students that were all staring through the window of cla.s.s. Today is the day that Mark awakens a rare ability. This ability is called 'Dagger Lord', the ability would boost him past the crowd as he quickly rose through cla.s.s; eventually making it into S-cla.s.s. Well, after that, 'Dagger Lord' wouldn't be his best ability...

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'Welp... whatever. Let's go to my dorm.' I quickly made my way to my dorm, opening the door with what is a.s.sume is my keycard. The card scanner on the door turned to green from red, making a clicking sound.

I opened the door slowly, observing the faint smell of lavender radiating from the room.

'Mmmm...' I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. The room is just as I described in my novel, but it looked much better in person of course. Without another second of looking around, I jumped right onto my bed.

POOF

The bed sheets were all maroon, softest in texture and feel. My body melted into the sheets, unable to escape.

BEEP BEEP

I felt a vibration coming from my right pocket. I dug my hand into the pocket, finding a large screen phone. I turned it on to find a 'TeleChat' notification.

BubbleMickeyTea: Hey Sims

I hovered my right index finger over the person's name. I honestly don't remember who BubbleMickeyTea is... I only wrote so much on Simon's brief life.

Simzy: yeah? What's up?

BubbleMickeyTea: Huh? Don't you 'what's up' me -_-

BubbleMickeyTea: u promised to introduce me to a cute guy tomorrow -_-

Ugghhhh... who is this girl?

Simzy: y u make my life hard?

BubbleMickeyTea: because you promised...

BubbleMickeyTea: Remember, he needs to be at least a 10/10, otherwise I'll take my pick.

Simzy: ok, I go now.

BubbleMickeyTea: Remember, 11:45 tomorrow at Harbor Seafoods.

I put down my phone and buried my face in my fluffy pillows. 'Why is life so annoying? I was so close to eternal peace... nope, being alive is better.' I got up from my bed and went back onto my phone.

'So I need a 10/10 stud huh?' Thank goodness I remember James' TeleChat ID. I quickly typed in his ID and sent a message.

Simzy: heya Jamzy... owo owo

Simzy: it's Simon from C-cla.s.s... wanna meet a cute girl? Uwu

I swear, if this doesn't get a response...

James

: ... I don't really feel like dating rn

Simzy: >_< pweaze...="" i="" could="" die="" if="" u="" don't="" help="">

James

: Fine... only because you helped me before.

Simzy: ty uwu, meet me at the Harbor Seafoods tomorrow 11:45 k?

I turn off my phone as I gasped for air.

Why do I feel like I just d.a.m.n The protagonist to world full of suffering?

f.u.c.k... this is really annoying. I haven't even had any time to practice my abilities...

If I don't know how to fight, I will probably get kicked out of Haven...

Stupid Haven... why did I have to make this place the most elite of elite academies? Out of all the possible places, I end up here... never mind, this is still better than being dead.

'I hope that the training hall isn't too busy.'

I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a set Haven's training suit. The suit was made out of a flexible grey material similar to latex, that could even deflect a low caliber bullet. I put on the clothes after a 5 minute struggle, only to feel that it is very uncomfortable.

"Ugggghhh... this suit is definitely not something I'd wear by choice" I said as I went out of the room.

I am definitely sure that the training hall should be on the last left on this hallway. It would probably take me 10 minutes to walk there, so I guess I'll just run.

After 2 minutes of running, I arrived at the door to 5e training hall. The crystal clear gla.s.s double sliding door stood between me and my goal. I stepped through and entered the lobby. It was white and had nice and smooth black carpets. The room felt fresh and smelled like heaven.

"Sir, please submit your student ID" the receptionist spoke.

I grabbed my phone and waved it at what seemed to be a barcode scanner. It beeped and glowed green before the receptionist put away the barcode scanner.

"Simon Grey, you may now enter the training hall."

I nodded, entering through a large silver door.

I ignored the useless white noise in the background, finding my way into a private training room. It like one of those dojo training rooms, it seemed so clean, even if people were bleeding and sweating in here at some point.

Nevertheless, I took a lone kris dagger from the wall, twirling it around with relative ease.

'Hmmm... I still haven't chosen an art to practice...'

An art is essentially the style of fighting that one abides by. Dagger arts had many variations, but only one could be called 'king'. The problem is art is very hard to practice. It requires absolute focus and a very high level of flexibility. Luckily I possessed abilities which I know are suited for this art.

This art is called 'Crimson Retribution Arts'. It is an extremely difficult art, which I briefly covered in my novel. The only problem is that I don't actually know the techniques,I only know the advantages and traits that the art gives. Furthermore, I know that a copy of the art was hidden by the chief of Haven in the far left training dummy. I wrote that only someone with the most accurate cutting technique and the most surgical stabbing moves could access this secret art.

Naturally I knew the exact spots that I needed to slash and stab. I just don't know whether I can cut deep enough and accurately, neither do I believe I can stab in the spots needed.

's.h.i.+t. I literally just want to tear this dummy to shreds.'

I held the kris dagger and pointed it towards the first spot that I wanted to stab.

c.h.i.n.k

I stabbed right into the spot, hitting what seemed to be a metal b.u.t.ton. I then continued to stab my dagger into all the other spots, completing the first part of the process.

'Phew! That was definitely much easier than expected.' I said to myself as I laughed.

I waved my dagger continuously at the dummy, slas.h.i.+ng every single spot that I needed. Just like that, the dummy opened up.