God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

Immediately, Nolan rose and walked out of the class.

There were hundreds of students, and he quickly mixed among them.

But soon enough, he began feeling strange gazes on him as he walked through the crowd and descended from the 7th-floor skyscraper where his class was.

Yet, the more he descended through the floors, the more the eyes on him doubled, and it became clear to Nolan that they had all probably been waiting for him to exit the class and were now simply tagging after him.

The previous Nolan wouldn't even know he was being seen and followed due to his weak perception.

But Nolan could clearly feel the gazes on him, but didn't react—acting like he couldn't see or know he was being followed.

He walked as normally as ever and soon stepped down from the structure before he began walking through the main streets of the academy.

Now that he was in another area, and the number of students wasn't as large and the streets weren't as crowded, only then could Nolan feel the gazes clearly, and he narrowed it down until he counted a total of five people.

Instantly, he could guess who their identities were.

[Seems like you've gotten yourself in quite a bit of trouble, and they are all just as strong as you are] the system said to him as Nolan continued walking forward.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

[Main Quest Has Been Issued!]

[Host has been targeted by a total of five individuals who have nefarious intent towards him. Host must survive the attackers and ensure their plan doesn't come to fruition!]

[Rewards:

1.) +300 EXP

2.) 1 Level Up Card]

The panel blinked in and out of existence as Nolan's eyes flashed.

"I can also get quests from something like this?" he asked.

[Yes, you can,] the system replied.

"It seems all the trouble will be worth it, then," Nolan said as he suddenly found a dark alleyway on the opposite side of the street and crossed over, disappearing within.

Just as he expected, he heard the sound of footsteps quickening as the figures who were after him followed him into the alley.

"Nolan, Nolan, Nolan! We meet again, my favorite bully toy…"

"Heheheh…"

"Hehehehe…"

"Heheheh…"

The evil laughter echoed through the entire alleyway, coming from none other than Wiro and his goons.

They were all cracking their fists within their palms while slowly making their way forward towards Nolan, who could be clearly seen standing under the only source of light in the area.

They watched, with surprise, as Nolan suddenly began cracking his neck and back.

Ten meters away, Wiro suddenly stopped before he stretched his hands to the side, blocking his goons from advancing forth as his eyes narrowed at Nolan.

There was something strange in the air, and he could sense it.

They were usually the ones who chose the alleyways, but right now, it was Nolan that lured them into the alleyway.

The previous Nolan would have been begging for mercy, yet here he was, cracking his shoulders and neck bones as if preparing for a good fight.

This was too strange for Wiro, and it made him feel a slight pang in his chest.

"It seems you do have some brains in your head, after all…" Nolan's voice rang through the alleyway as he stood up straight.

In the next instant, a strange rune appeared on Nolan's forehead, and his left eye began oozing out a crimson light.

'The voice' Wiro thought in shock as he looked at Nolan.

He had been bullying Nolan for three years now, and he could immediately sense the abnormally.

The voice that spoke to him, even though it was the exact same voice as Nolan's—he was 100% sure this wasn't Nolan.

Nolan isn't that bold and outspoken, nor did he have so much confidence in his voice. He had always been fearful, with his words never coming out straight at any single time...

"Who are you!?" Wiro asked with furrowed eyebrows, but he was cut off by a goon that moved past his raised arms.

"You don't need to worry about anything, boss. He's just trying to prove tough. Guess he got some spine after surviving Quinn's battering."

"I'll bring him to his knees before you can blink boss. Hehe…" The lanky young man said, cracking his fist as he walked past Wiro and headed towards Nolan, whose face was looking downwards, hiding his facial features.

Yet Wiro could still see the grin that appeared on Nolan's lips, curving to his ears, and the murderous light that faintly flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, piece of trash. How do you wish to—"

"Amoy! Don't!" Wiro screamed out, but it was already too late. Amoy's hand moved, itching towards Nolan's shoulder and slamming down with power.

But before it could touch Nolan's shoulder, a crimson light flashed by extremely quickly, and then_

SPLLLLAAAATTT

Blood sprayed all over the dark alleyway as a detached hand soared into the sky, spluttering out blood before landing in front of Nolan's feet.

Amoy's brain couldn't comprehend what was happening as he looked at his own arm and found all that was after his wrist to be missing.

Turning to look at the side of Nolan's feet, he saw his own five fingers dancing and clicking on the ground.

"What…what is going—AHHHHHHHH!" He had yet to complete the sentence when the pain finally knocked into his brain, resulting in a spine-chilling scream that got cut off quickly.

Immediately, Nolan moved, his dagger spinning in his hand and then he grabbed it tightly, piercing its edges sideways to Amoy's neck.

PUUUUCCCHHIII

The disturbing sound of a blade digging into flesh rang out as the force of the stabb lifted Amoy off his feet and then_

BAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNG

The alleyway wall gave way as Amoy was smashed into it, carving a crater in it and Nolan slowly drew out his dagger and kept it by his side, red blood falling down its edges and staining the ground below him.

"That's one down!" He whsipered and the goon's heart pounded hard when a hand was sent flying to their feet, kicked to them by Nolan who slowly stepped forth.