10 My freshman year

I was exhausted and had suffer a lot of damaged. Judas transformed into a large flying eagle, and he carried me all the way to the famous doctor recidence,the place we are going is called the Siamruaibam, a village of only doctor and medical practitioner. The particular doctor which will be looking after me is the top class amongst them,he is called Rojungkui. I dont know much how I reached the place as I was unconscious again due to extreme fatigue. After two days I came back to my sense and I see Judas in the form of a cat sleeping besides me.

I am awake but I could not move freely, not wanting to wake up my trusted companion, I stared at the ceiling and was having a flash back of how I begin my journey into this path . It's was indeed a beautiful one with lots of memories.

#THE PAST LIFE

I remember the first day at the academy, where the Dean address us, inside the conference room of the school branch.

Congratulations! We are delighted to welcome you to the Grand Academy for Future career, the world's finest evil and good career preparatory school, where unimaginable power begins with a world-class education!

Looking for a career as an evil overlord or a friendly magic user or a mad scientist or an anti villain, or a wicked witch, or hunter. You are not going to get there without hard work, dedication, and thorough education.

You have to secure an internship with a prestigious corporation . Or should know how to seduce a hero or a villain to the dark side or the bright side. (Attention students: do NOT allow yourself to be seduced by the forces of middle temperature) ,you have to put in the extra hours at the lab to become an actual and a smart or an expert in magic , bombs and the likes and also the runes and spell. And also pledge your family's secret society and become worthy of—or defy—the grand destiny your family has mapped out for you. You can find true love, deadly rivalry, or both at the same time with your fellow students. Save your grudges , take it over, betray it, or drop out in a blaze of glory.

Our alumni have gone on to dominate worlds, conquer galaxies, break hearts, and succumb to the creeping darkness in their souls and the too in all class of career.The choices that you make at our school will determine whether you join their illustrious company,worlds, between genres, beyond time and space itself, the Grand Academy for Future career trains each one according to his or heart desires.

In short this academy will help you realise your true self , it's up to you to be a bad one or a good one. Every term , the ancient God , Tingkao Guang, will pay a visit, as the supervisor for the exam and most important thing, greed and stealing of knowledge and anything related is prohibited.

We all clap our hand, and we cheer it out loud, I was 9 years old at that time,I had some certain trait, I'm faster and have a good eye sight, I can spot things from a distance, and also my thirst for knowledge, unlike others,I don't have any magic in me, I'm jealous of the other for that.

My father was the head jailor of the Royal Bee prison, and my mother who died when I was a kid of 5 years, she was a hunter, and the inspirations to be a hunter was from my mother,my mother is a water magic user.

Days passed at the mock academy, like any normal school, listening to lecture about the procedure of entering the academy, doing homework etc, but i discover that there's so much more than getting good grades. As i navigate the school year book,I have the opportunity to explore some loopholes in the system.

I learn that most of alumni have gone on to dominate worlds in business fields, conquer galaxies, invent new magic, becoming a top researchers for magic, and also create many monster for some gains kind of like a government policy,break hearts, and succumb to the creeping darkness in their souls.

The academy created a class of human, after graduation we have to face our fate,the good one will choose to be neutral and the other will hunt the defective,like who became a monster or villian.

The choices that i make at the school will determine whether i join their illustrious company or being hunted by them. I had to be careful. And once I'm admitted in the academy Im there guinea pig, but the authority won't let us feel that way. Lucky that I know this dark secrets.

I still remember my first day at the academy. I regretted coming to the academy. The building was weird too.The walls rise before me, vast and wrong.If architecture could hate, these walls hate. They are a frozen snarl, stone (at least I think it's stone) forced into a cage. They do not stand quite at right angles to the ground. No, those angles are wrong; they belong to an unholy geometry. They are waiting for me.

Above the walls arches a dome, cloudy and turbulent as if storm clouds roiled over its surface. Pallid, vicious lights flicker and stab across it from time to time—almost like lightning, if lightning were regular as a heartbeat. A very powerful force field perhaps. Or some unfathomable weather system, brooding over the walls and all that lies within.

Outside the walls, there is nothing. Just bleak, desolate, grayish rocks as far as i can see in all directions. And inside—i can catch only fragmentary glimpses. The silhouette of what might be a turret. The gleam of a needle-pointed spire. Red lights, fixed and unmoving.

I take a deep breath and walk toward the gates.

This is the Grand Academy for Future Career.

Im completely prepared. If my stomach is rumbling, it's probably an effect of the journey here. Being wrenched across the boundaries of space and time can upset the digestion, it's my first time being travel through times,the teleportation runes. My Father dropped me .

A fissure leaps across the face of the walls, tracing the outlines of enormous gates in glowing red. There is a rending, grinding noise, and with a low-frequency tremor shuddering down through levels of high frequency, the gates pull apart.

As the gates open, the tremor rises to a loud, dissonant chord. Violins shriek. I hear the chanting of deep voices uttering resonant, ominous syllables,like that of a worshipper of snake god, chanting something like om om om.

As I step through the gates, I see why, the school orchestra and choir are sitting on directly on the other side. One of the guitar players looks up and winks at me. He would later become my best friend.

Then I see the line.The massive outer walls enclose an inner courtyard, through which a line of students winds, snakes, and doubles back on itself. I can't even see where it's heading. And I'm not even sure if the line is moving.

School staff, identified by their lime-green uniform's with the school motto LEARN ,EARN, RESPECT in block letters, move up and down the line, herding the aspiring Students and stringing additional ropes. The gate-opening chords sound again and again and more students join the line. Wait, are those ropes actually intestines? It sure looks like it. Where would school security even find that many feet of—

A toad the size of a small cow, wearing the official badge, looks up to me. "That way," it gurgles, indicating what might be the end of the line.

Standing in line like a customer at a grocery counter. It was not how i pictured making my grand entrance into the school of my dreams. It would take lots of time and I don't feels like standing of a long queue, so I decided to bribes the toad.

I fish into my pockets for some of the money my father tucked in as a parting gift. "The end of the line?" I say, letting a little of the cash peek through my fingers. "I'm sure you could show me a more direct route…"

Something sticky flicks against my hand with astonishing discretion and precision. The toad's eyes bulge as it swallows my bribe. "Of course. Right this way."

I follow it as it escorts me through the crowd, undoing and redoing the foul ropes as it goes. Finally it indicates a spot just a few feet from the checkpoint. But as I start toward it, another official shifts the rope placement—and im right back where I started, at the start of the labyrinthine line. I cursed my luck. The toad cheated me.

As the line inches through the courtyard, I get a good look at my fellow first-years. Beautiful, ugly, and nondescript, mostly human, some definitely not, a few i can't figure out. Some of them have too many teeth. There are a few glowing red eyes and cloaks in every shade of black. Some of them are clearly villainous, but most of them look like me, young and ready to learn.

The line grows behind me, until at last i come into sight of the checkpoint: a row of harried-looking upper-class students who have set up screening stations beside a series of twisted iron door. Beyond the door is only darkness, and from somewhere, faint and blood-chilling, i can hear the sound of screaming.

Over the door is an inscription carved into a block of stone that has been carefully mounted into the wall. It does not match the other stones and looks very old. When i first caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, I didn't even recognize the letters, but now i look directly at it, i find that i can read the ancient inscription:

It's was a script my father used to communicate with me because my father says it's safe.

ABANDON ALL HOPE , WHO ENTER HERE

In smaller text beneath it, a newer sign reads:

You have passed the patience and mobility test.

This are the item which you can pickup from the next room,you may pick four item's,and this can't be changed or replace again. You have to used it for the whole term.

This are the list don'ts.

1-no love relationship.

2-no money ,if you have any deposit at the counter ,in the next room.

3- stealing is prohibited

4- other personal gadgets is not allowed.you can have it back by the end of the term.

Remember to choose the item carefully.

Good luck , students!

I walked past the dark area,and finally I joined other students who are on the way to the said room where we choose our study and other materials.

"But as I passed the admissions test!" a student is protesting behind me. Struggling with the folds of his oversize black cloak, he is perhaps the most ordinary-looking boy i have ever seen: average height, a forgettable face, eyes that i can't possibly imagine blazing with deadly purpose.

The official he is addressing looks like a kind, grandmotherly, slightly frumpy woman. I find yourself wondering what kind of a official she is.

"Well then, I'm sure you'll have nothing to worry about, sweetheart," she assures him. The boy bristles at the endearment. "We are surrounded by enemies, after all. This is for our own protection."

"But…" The cloak-encumbered wave of his hand vaguely indicates the distant screams.

"Oh, that's just those who've been selected for additional screening."

"What…what does additional screening involve?"

"Being forced through a fine mesh, of course. Don't worry, the fourth-year Resurrections class is very good this year and you won't miss more than a few days of classes." The line moves forward again. Now I'm nearly at the front.

"But this wasn't in the rules!" The boy behind me is clearly reaching for "clipped and commanding" in his tone, but I can hear the note of panic in his voice.

"Rules, dearie?" The grandmotherly woman smiles, and that's either blood or very carelessly applied lipstick on her teeth. "Bless your heart, rules are for them and not here ,I can do whatever I like. We've transcended rules."

A light flashes at an open screening station. It's my turn.

Shoes off, masks off, place all weapons in the bin," drones the toad, hopping back and forth along the front of the checkpoint. "Shoes off, masks off, place all weapons in the bin." Glancing up and down the line of screening stations, i see my fellow students reluctantly fishing an astonishing variety of weapons out of their clothing.

The two students running my screening station look at me as i approach the section. One of them looks like she's in the exclusive training program—in patterned blue velvet with a grotesquely skull ring around her Pinkie and nothing readily recognizable as a mouth. Her name tag identifies her as "Ramjin the Soul-Flier" She glares in me direction with dull, steely eyes.

The other is the most perfect young man i have ever seen, with the build of a classical statue. He wear a nicely fitting coat,in black colour.He is checking his phone and glances up to give me a bored, friendly, brilliant smile. His name tag identifies him as "Phen"

"If you have any prohibited items or concepts," the toad goes on, "now is the time to surrender them."

Do you have any prohibited items or concepts? He pressured it.

I nod, and begin to take out all the item which was prohibited . I had no choice but to surrender all the gadgets my money and other things.

Im not exactly sure how ridding myself of a concept is going to work, but i know i'll be glad I didn't wait for them to discover it on me. When i admit to it, Ramjin ,she takes my head between her cold hands and mutters something in her throat. I don't feel anything. Did it work? With a lazy wave of one elegant hand, Phen push me toward the path and the darkness beyond. But as soon as i set foot on the strip of carpet running through the path, an alarm goes off.

I freeze. How could this be? I've already given them what they want!

"Oh! I have been selected for additional screening," says Phen, looking up from his phone again with a friendly, confiding air. "Don't worry, it's not a problem, it just does that sometimes. So which of us do you want to screen you?" He waves one semi-distracted hand between himself and his terrifying fellow screener.

I said, you ! I choose you .

He seems so appealing. Harmless, even.

"All right, follow me," says Phen, indicating , i follow him, walking straight into the blackness.

It feels a bit like doing a belly flop into a pool of cold mercury. (And i would know; the exercise facilities back home were very well-appointed.) When the ringing clears from my ears and the fuzziness from my eyes, im standing in a subterranean chamber. The walls are dripping. The lights are flickering. The screams are echoing.

"All right, kid!" Phen points up the stairs toward the light. "There you go."

"That was—it? Aren't you going to screen me?"

Phen bursts out laughing.

"I mean, if you really want… No. Never mind, actually, not even if you want me to. I'm going for a smoke. They won't be looking for me for at least half an hour. You can go ahead to your dorm and finish your registration." And collect your material,do as you please. He hopes up the stairs and pauses at the top, flashing me a brilliant smile and a conspiratorial wink. "Hey. Owe you one."

After a minute, I head up the stairs as well. This could be a useful acquaintance—provided he's capable of remembering who im.

I push the door and it open without a sound, I see a lots of cardboard, with all the name tag, stick in it, I decided to cheat on it, by taking extra things. I open my box, with my name on it and also I take a few extra , spell book and a bottle of mercury. I decided to move out of the room . As I cross another door, it got activated by it self and it swing wildly and without realising it I have made it. I'm inside the school.

I may have been determined to stride in as if i owned the place (and considering how much my dad donates to the alumni fund, i might as well) but the sight of the interior of the Grand Academy is enough to make even the most jaded stop in their tracks.

The Grand Academy is a genre-bending place. Buildings that don't even belong in the same narrative framework, let alone in the same physical reality, rise around me and the people that inhabit them are no less diverse. Masked assassins and sharply dressed corporate sharks, bulky barbarians and icily beautiful aristocrats, and here and there a few actual monsters all milling about as the Academy prepares for the school year about to begin.

Enforcing a uniform upon the student body would be worse than useless. It had been tried at one point (during my mother's own time as a student, as she informed me in one of her many reminiscences about the days she remembers so fondly.) The students who anticipated graduating as part of faceless legions of terror objected almost as strenuously as the archvillains; the former because they felt that it caused confusion about just who had the right to wear uniforms, the latter because they felt that personal self-expression was key to their aspirations. Students, faculty, and administration all suffered casualties in the resulting discussions. My mother credits her own secret society for negotiating the compromise: students may dress as accordingly as their pleasure and their purse can bear, and student authorities like Boys club and Girls club are distinguished by jersey which they wear . Looking around me, i spot a few of them talking with people—well, beings—that must be professors.

It's hard to tell indoors from outdoors. The dome that arches overhead encompasses the entire Academy in its own weather system of perpetual gloom, and hallways open into courtyards or turn into staircases with a disconcerting disregard for the laws of physical reality. Shadowy corners abound, even without walls to provide them. A few buildings stand out: a new and very expensive-looking glass tower with shadows moving behind its shimmering windows, the ornate Gothic stone cathedral designated THE ULTIMATE LIBRARY, and a hovering metal spacecraft that serves as one of the dormitories.

Even now, before classes have properly begun, the hallways are bustling. Large data screens flash student activity listings interspersed with public service announcements. Whispering voices, just on the edge of hearing, echo inside your skull. When I concentrate hard, I realize that they are reciting the same list of announcements. Groups of students linger in classrooms or hallways. Something is on fire somewhere to judge by the smell of smoke, and the floor throbs slightly beneath your feet. School data bots, looking like large mechanical spiders, scuttle through the halls. Maintenance staff, laden down with chains, drag them sadly along with their brooms and mops.

Now all I need to do is get to my dorm to complete my registration and register the material I choose,I'm lucky that I got to choose my own material as phen he allow me to do so.

The Grand Academy itself lies beyond the borders of time, space, and narrative (and that made getting here quite an undertaking), and it trains antagonists for stories of all sorts. But as i know from the promotional materials, my mother's endless stories, and the hours of work that i had to put in on my application, the Grand Academy , houses its students by genres and talent and choice.

Academic life is communal, but separating the dorms by genre provides a mental respite from the genre-bending daily life of the school, where aspiring students might be lab partners with corrupt political bosses-in-training, and mad scientists and wicked witches take the same core courses.

Although students are free to switch genres every year, my choice of dorm will influence my social opportunities through my time as a freshman, and if i so choose, be an asset in my future career. My father strongly suggested that I select my own dorm at the Grand Academy of Science Fiction. "Though of course, I'm free to choose," "Never forget that. You are always free to choose."

I still have the envelope that came with my acceptance letter, folded and tucked into my pocket.