Inertia: Beneath The Starlit Veil Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Xhatal Academy

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Chapter 112: Xhatal Academy A note from KenKaizen ✦ IVAN’S TERRIBLE ADVENTURES ✦ Ivan's Terrible Adventures In Another World [LitRPG] [Progression] [Weak to OP] [Beast Mage] by ChimeraQuill Ivan was just trying to figure out his life and ended up with someone else's body in another world. Ivan was just another American college kid whose biggest achievement was his bar tab. Then he woke up in another world, completely naked, stuck with a weird magical pen and carrying exactly zero skills. In the kingdom of Obafemi, warriors called Pendragons hunt beasts for their spiritual nature, rewriting their bodies into living weapons. The royal family is dead. A sacred flower selects who gets to fight for the empty throne. And a bunch of religious zealots are butchering candidates before the competition can even start. When that flower drags Ivan into a back alley where a beautiful girl is being choked out by a debt collector, he does the only thing he can think of… he gets the absolute shit kicked out of him trying to help. He’ll encounter the usual things, like cursed bloodlines, prophetic street children, and mysterious beauties who might be more dangerous than the monsters hunting them… you know, normal stuff. We explore dark themes throughout the whimsical world. (Content warning is there for a reason.) Release Schedule: M/W/F ⤳ Start Reading Cyrus Solaris Eight hundred and fifty, Trash. I pushed myself to the limit all summer, with the only goal of killing my uncle. Just to be shown up by a snobby prince. His display made me realise the embryonic stage foes I faced in Valador were nothing to boast about. He was at the peak of our stage. I didn't say much to Sora as the teachers escorted us to the next evaluation area. During our walk, I noticed her take several glances over at me. It seemed like she wanted to ask me questions, but failed to pull the trigger. My gut told me she wasn't a threat, but I remained cautious. So I chose not to indulge in a conversation. “That was quite the display, Cyrus,” the headmaster said right as the doors to a new facility were about to open. “Thank you, Headmaster, I appreciate your kindness. But I have a long way to go to reach my goal.” “And what exactly is that goal, if you don't mind?” the headmaster gently pressed on. A pregnant pause filled the space before I answered. “It's rather personal, Headmaster. Maybe another time,” I said as we walked through the sliding doors of the next facility. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the sharply dressed man give a reassuring smile. “Fair enough.” Nodding, I picked up my pace and found a place for myself once again. Shortly after, the staff began explaining our next task. “Students, we are now onto the final phase of our evaluation. This phase will be a game of sorts—a game that will test how well you apply your strengths. In this game, everyone gets a small totem. The person who has the most by the end of the time limit will be declared the winner,” the headmaster announced. “How much time are we given?” one of the students asked. “The time limit will be for a week. That is more than enough for three hundred students, wouldn’t you say?” “I suppose,” the girl responded. “Are we allowed to team up?” a boy asked. “You are allowed to team up. But once you do, you are not allowed to back out. If you betray or backstab, you and the entire team will be disqualified from the game. So choose wisely.” Several cliques of students wore big grins. This was something I had to be very aware of. Many of these students seemed familiar with one another and had an established camaraderie. I, on the other hand, had been in hiding for two years. I was at a major disadvantage. Maybe this was the reason the prime minister tried to bring Sora over a couple of times. He knew the political implications of the academy. He knew his grandkids would need a support system. It didn't sound like a bad idea, but I have no intention of working with others. Leaving room for someone