The second-year noob medical science students who knew nothing about surgery and it's methods were very excited to learn something new. Although very few of these students will be able to pa.s.s exams to become surgeons, all of them will be given very basic training for emergency treatments.

Professor stood in front of podium and started teaching while giving a description of various surgical tools, he would hold every tool in front of the camera which will project it on the screen, helping every student to get a better view of everything. His voice was sharp and strong which would reverberate throughout the hall, even without a microphone.

After about 90 minutes of through description of tools and their usage, the cla.s.s came to a halt and he coughed loudly,

"Cough... Cough… Anyone of you students has ever touched blood or seen a corpse?"

A look of disgust was suddenly appeared on everyone's face. Most of the students studying here were from a somewhat wealthy family, thus they have lived in luxury. There was no chance for them to see blood or touch a corpse.

{AN: Seeing blood means, lot of blood}

Looking at those disgusted faces, professor frowned and slammed heavily on the podium in front of him, shaking the laptop and camera kept on it, "You people want to become a doctor like this? You got disgusted by just hearing blood and corpse. What will you do if you see real wounds and people dying infront of you? What I can tell from your behaviour is, you people aren't qualified to be a doctor with this att.i.tude!"

After a brief pause, he raised his voice to another lever and he continued, "In the next cla.s.s I'll show you human organs by dissecting a corpse here in front of you. If anyone of you, even twitch your eye. I'll just throw you out of my course!"

With another slam, cla.s.sroom went silent and the professor picked up his files and went out.

"F**k! What we will do now?"

"I fainted last time when I got cut on my fingers. What will happen the day after tomorrow?"

"That old geezer is torturing us…"

After the professor was out, common words like these were heard in every corner of the cla.s.sroom.

But Alexander was sitting still and was cold as ice right now. He himself was someone who'll be dead if he sees a drop of blood, but just after one day, he'll have to face dissection of a human body.

He cursed softly, "Why not let the dead people lie in rest. Why dissect them to disrespect them."

Hazel who was feeling just a bit better, heard this, she frowned a bit and thought, "He's friends with David Taylor and Second Heir of Joseph Family. How can he be so afraid? Those families literally play in blood every day."

It's true, Joseph family is a family with a military background and their descendants will grow up playing in blood. But Alexander was special, due to his poor physique he was never allowed to play around and he has never witnessed those scenes. The Alexander from a different world was also a hermit, he would sit in cla.s.srooms or labs every day, without any physical activity. He never got wounded thus he was an alien too.

She looked at his pale face and tapped on his shoulders, "You're afraid?"

"Ye...yeah" He didn't notice her actions and replied with a pale face.

Seeing the scared face of Alexander, Hazel's heart ached a bit. She was now clear about her feelings for him. The only thing that was preventing her was thought of Alexander's safety. She gathered her courage and held his shoulders firmly, "Don't worry I am here."

The firm hold and support of someone made Alexander's orphan soul warm. He turned towards her and looked in her caring eyes. He felt a surge of emotions embracing his heart. 'This feeling... This feeling, why haven't I experienced this before?', he thought as he looked at her calm face.

But he soon noticed her actions, he cleared his heart and stood up from his seat and said, "Excuse me miss Hazel, I want to go out."

Hazel also came back from her thoughts and realised her own actions, she blushed and stood up giving way to Alexander to move out.

He picked up his bag and moved out, still feeling cold. He rushed towards his room after picking up some books from the library on the subject of 'mathematical model of genetics'.

Bam!

He closed his door and yelled inside, "Hey system, say what should I do now?"

The Evil voice sounded inside his head.

[ What happened now kid? You finished your mission this fast?]

"F**k you! Do you consider earning money that easy? I have another problem."

He cursed the system for asking this annoying question.

His only way to get out of this crisis was this system. He can make himself stronger by gaining knowledge without system and practicing, he can earn money by himself but he can't face blood by himself. He needs to find a way out of here.

[ Tell me what's your problem? ]

" I'll be facing human dissection after a day! " He shuddered as he spoke about this. The fear of blood in him was visible through his actions.

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[ That's a problem? That's a good way to learn about the human body. ] The system retorted.

" I know it's a good way to learn… but...but… I fear blood."

He was embarra.s.sed to even mention this as the future emperor of the world.

[ Kid stop kidding, you fear blood? Then who told me a few days ago that he'll kill anyone who comes in his path of the accession to the throne? ]

" I.. I was just high… high on spirits, that time." Alexander lowered his head in further embarra.s.sment, as he remembered his words, even though there was no one in the room.

[ Then maintain your spirit. I am going. ] a sneering voice came.

" No.. no wait! I'll do anything for you if you help this time." Alexander was afraid that the system will escape and will not respond again thus he said hastily.

[ You'll have to do what I tell anyways. I can't help you, you'll have to face your fear yourself and overcome it. ]

He stopped briefly and then continued,

[ Remember, Path to the throne was never clean nor it will be. Blood and throne of the world are eternal friends since ages, you can't separate them. You'll have to wash your path with your enemy's and your own blood and then write your name on the throne with the blood.]