I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Chapter 116- D.E.C.

Chapter 116: Chapter 116- D.E.C.

RAFFAELO POV.  DING!

DING!!

DING!!!

With a sudden thrust of my body, I leapt out of my bed, summoning my weapon, and crashed onto the ground, causing a slight and sudden quake that shuddered through the walls.

“Raph!

Damn it!” “Quit it already!” “It’s the fucking 7th day already, Asshole!” “You’re doing this shit purposely, Aren’t you!” The loud protests of my neighbors echoed through the walls of my room, and it snapped me back to reality.

‘Hah, shit, this sensation again’.

I thought with a sigh.

I had long since left the battlefield, but for some reason, the loud bells that reverberated through the whole Hostel always sent me on edge.  ‘PTSD?’ I thought, with a sigh, dismissing my sword and sitting back on the small-sized single bed, as the magical lamps turned on by themselves.

“Sorry about that!” I cried out with a chuckle.

It’s been a week since I got admitted into the Homeric Academy of Gifted Children, or simply H.A.G., and except for the wake-up bells at every 7 a.m., everything else has been peachy.

For starters, the first week for Freshers was the Orientation.

Homeric Academy was a large educational facility built on its own plain, after all.

It had all kinds of facilities, ranging from Hostels, Laundry, Kitchen, Dining Hall, Lecture theaters, and other such facilities.

It was necessary for the Orientation to last that long.  The Hostels were grouped into five structural and integral buildings, constructed behind the Educational facilities of the Academy.

They were built next to each other, using an invisible dome to separate each building from one another, serving its purpose of shielding students from each other.

It wouldn’t be a surprise if upperclassmen had their ways of getting in, but the dome at least acted in name and presence, so they didn’t attempt much.

The first Hostel belonged to Freshers, and the rest belonged to upperclassmen in ascending order.

While the Hostels were large enough to fit 150 students, with magnificent and intricate architecture that let it stand out and maintain itself even after years of use, it was also separated within.

Two separate sides: seventy five rooms on one side and another seventy five on the other, with a courtyard in the middle.

It enabled each room on both sides, on each floor, to have a window that let in cool wind and warm sunlight.

With a total of five floors, with thirty rooms on each floor €“ fifteen on the boys’ side and fifteen on the girls’ side.

The Hostels were built such that the magic bell in front and middle of the Hostels served its purpose for all students.

Which I find unnecessary, as it did more than just fulfill its purpose €“ it acted much like a warning bell instead.

With a sigh, I got off my bed to begin my daily activities.

Starting with warm-up exercises to get me fully awake, then a trip to my bathroom to brush my teeth and clean my body, and finally put on my uniform.

The Academy’s rooms were spacious enough to fit a small-sized bed, wardrobe, table, chair, and any other appliance that fit your requirements.

They also had an inbuilt bathroom and washroom, making late-coming a difficult thing to do.

Students were allowed to redecorate their rooms as much as they liked, but I found that unnecessary, bringing only what I required and leaving extra space.

The Homeric Academy had a distinctive uniform that separated students from each other.

The Academy valued talent and strength over status, and the entrance examination reflected that.

Though it was practically a walk in the park for all the Great Families.

There were a total of one hundred and seven students, which was a surprise, to say the least.

In my past life, only one hundred and four were admitted into the Academy, so I was curious about the three more who decided to show up.

But after snooping around, I found out their identities eventually.

The one hundred and seven students were broken down into three classes: Gold, Silver, and Bronze.

The Gold class had thirty students, including the Great Families, the three additions, and some familiarly strong system users.

The Silver class had thirty seven students, all system users, and the Bronze class had forty students, also all system users.

It was no surprise, after all, system users tend to level up from the age of fifteen.

Most newcomers were between levels 5 and 15, with a few reaching level 20.

It was one of the weaknesses of system users, but with time, if they actively participate in school, they will gain at least 30 levels before graduating from the Academy.

They start late, but it becomes extremely effective when they increase their strength through defeating monsters and earning what they call ‘experience points,’ compared to the Great Families’ method of meditation and constant practice.

‘The goddess, Mayura did us dirty,’ I thought, putting on the blazer.

Each class had specific color patterns on their uniforms.

The general pattern was black corporate trousers, a white or black buttoned undershirt, and black blazers €“ black ties with stripes for males and bowties with stripes for females.

What differentiated us was the color of the lines on the sides of the trousers and sleeves of the blazers, the color of our blazer collars, and the stripes on our ties or bowties.

Red for Gold, Blue for Silver, and Green for Bronze.

I walked up to the mirror opposite my bed, and my gaze lingered at the sight before me.

“Well, damn,” I whistled quietly.

One has to appreciate their beauty or handsomeness every now and then, and at the moment, I couldn’t help but appreciate it.

Years of training had helped build my body and muscles, and my porcelain skin complimented my white hair and white eyes.

I almost looked like a doll… almost.

I had also grown taller, by an inch,so now I stood at 178cm with a well-proportioned, not-so-slim, muscular body.

‘The ladies should go crazy, right?’ I thought, when I heard a loud knock on my door.

I looked up at the time on the clock above my standing mirror and, with a sigh, turned around to walk over to my door.

It was nearly time for our first class.  I opened it, smiling wholeheartedly at the figures before me.

“Long time, Jane, Darell,” I greeted, walking out of my room and closing it.

They automatically lock themselves, and the key would be one’s aura or mana.

“You seem chipper today?” Darell spoke up first with a sigh, his voice palpable with discomfort, as we turned and walked through the hallways.

The hallways were lined with magical lamps that illuminated the way, like sunlight.

It seemed so natural that it would have been difficult to believe they were artificial.

The floor was pristine with white marble, covered by a silky red carpet, flawless from any wear or tear, quite contradictory to the years it had spent.

Ornaments, vases, and artistic portraits were placed at careful intervals on each floor, adding to its elegance.

The students with high scores were allowed to choose their rooms, and I picked one on the ground floor.

It would have been a pain to walk all the way from the upper series.

I chuckled, knowing full well the reason for Darell’s reaction.

The entrance examination was usually followed by the announcement and then admission, all in one day.

During that period, I rounded up Darell and Jane and convinced them to handle a matter for me, after consistent persuasion.

I was sure Darell joined in because it sounded fun, and building connections with me could benefit him, regardless of who led my family….Jane, on the other hand, came easily.

After snooping around for three days before returning to my room and lazing around for the remaining four days of orientation, I discovered this kid had feelings for Ciara, and so I exploited that.

“Why wouldn’t I be?

Today’s the day, of course,” I said, humming a soft melody as I greeted other students emerging from their rooms, recognizing the voices of some who screamed at me every morning.

Jane sighed.

“You still insist on that?

This period is usually for recruitment of freshers, not the other way round, Raph.” Their comments sounded like mere complaints to me, but I could understand their point of view.

I would have never thought of something like this in my past life, after all; the process of creating your own club was long and annoyingly complicated.

“I believe we’ll find a way.

The members I intend to recruit would be a boost in helping us create our club.” The two boys walked quietly behind me, their nervousness palpable from their expressions.

“Don’t worry too much; I might have a way.” “Do you even have a club name yet?” Darell asked.

My lips curled into a smile as I turned toward Darell, startling him.

“A name?

Of course, I do.

The Demon Extermination Club.”