Class 1S

The principal introduced himself, "I am Mr.Lopez, the principal as well as the Great Demon Lord here. Lack of respect would not be tolerated and leads to your instant demise. Cheating of any kind isn't acceptable and translates to half of your soul forcefully granted to me!"

"Yes, sir."

"You can leave now, you're assigned to Class 1S, good luck, I'm keeping a close eye on you...and kid, fix your hair."

Amos stood and departed the office. He stood in the corridor confused until a girl saw him and stopped, "Hi, I haven't seen you around here, are you new?"

"Yes."

"What class are you in?"

She put down her hoodie, it was the girl who sat beside Amos yesterday for breakfast at the table.

"Class 1S..."

She smiled, "What a coincidence, I'm in 1S as well! Come on, follow me to our class."

Amos followed her to the class. As he entered the classroom, his presence attracted many eyes like a magnet. Everyone in the class became quiet when he had entered. He stood there like an idiot, looking around in confusion, but luckily, the girl helped him.

"Everyone, this is Amos, he's new to this class." She knew his name because it was publicly mentioned yesterday at the dinner table.

"Come on, Amos, " he followed her to her desk, "Come sit here next to me, Chris dropped out of school and now I sit alone."

Amos sat next to her.

"So why did you come to this school?"

"To become stronger, " someone at the back laughed at him.

"Your monstrosity?"

"None..."

"Ohh..."

"Yeah, I'm an elf. Not a monster."

She looked at him in the eyes, "I wonder how it feels to be normal."

Although she was a monster, her physique was pretty normal. She had golden-brown hair and nice eyes. But she was still a monster. She just kept this fact to its obscurity.

"What's yours?"

She stopped looking at him, "Uhm. I-I'm a demi-human."

"Okay."

The understanding of the term 'demihumans' was still particularly vague for Amos. With this said, he was yet to discover their abilities and what sets them apart from ordinary humans.

She then looked at Amos again, "Where did you live before you went to Queen Catra?"

"On the outskirts of Gropsville."

"Wait, is that not the village that gets constant attacks by the near goblins?"

He looked at the desk in front of him, "Yes, yes it is."

"Why don't they just exterminate all of the goblins in the cave, " she adjusted her seat, "I mean, they are rather pesky, aren't they? Why leave them alive, especially when you bear the fact in mind that they can attack at any given moment?"

"Not sure."

"It's a bit nonsensical, " she glanced at Amos again, "Anyway, " she stretched, "I am fourteen, how old are you?"

"Ten."

She was a bit bothered by his answer. For whatever reason, she wanted him to be much closer to her age, again, for whatever reason. She now privately deemed him a 'little boy' and she seemed to be crestfallen by his unexpected response. In fact, most people would expect Amos to be a teenager because of his height. Again, having realized Amos was a mortal tall as her, his told age seemed implausible, can a ten year old have such height? Her surmise of him being her age was seemingly wrong, or was it?

She looked away, "Well, you don't look like ten to me."

Amos also looked away.

Then the teacher entered the class.

He stood at his desk, which was very near to the green board. He sat with his right leg on his left knee and he had his hands on his chin. This teacher was none other than the one who carried Amos to the office. This very tall figure seemed to still be a short tree when sitting down. Out of all, his eyes were directed at Amos.

The class was quiet now, and they all paid their attention to the teacher without paying any VAT, a killer deal! Speaking of killer, they kept in mind that this teacher was related to the grumpiest of the grumpiest, and they didn't want to activate his hand-itching killer-instinct, which would supposedly increase how ambiguous this 'killer deal' was.

He then fixed his glasses with his rather long fingers, and he stood again, "Morning Class. Today we have a new student, " he pointed, "His name is Amos."

He approached Amos and gave a book to him, "You might want to read this, if you wish to survive amongst little devils that is," He brushed his glossy gelled hair with his hand, "Chances are, you've already witnessed the wrath of our bullies, " he then walked back to his desk, "But, don't let this make you go crying to your mother about it, " he glimpsed at the girl next to him, "You should do your best to try and make friends with very special people, based on your body analysis, your potential significantly exceeds the vast majority of the students at this school."

Amos opened the book and saw somewhat of an inked depiction of his very own body. And the person who implemented these factors into the book also happened to accurately replicate his MTS [Magical Training System] raw statistics as well as his health.

The teacher sat, "You also happen to possess an MTS, which in most cases, makes you question if they truly do exist. We monsters don't get that kind of luxury added to our training, so my expectancy for you is above all. Use your strong points to your very own advantage. Other than this, good luck on surviving."

As soon as the term 'MTS' was declared openly, curiosities arose amongst the students in the class. Though they knew nothing about it, some had already started plotting their ultimate theft mission on Amos to steal his 'MTS' by just hearing how rare this asset was.

Then, the person with the messy hair, who had bumped into Amos, raised his hand.

"Yes, Ruzo?"

"Sir, what is an MTS?"

"As your teacher, I'll explain it as explicitly as possible and provide a test later. An MTS Is a very valuable asset. It was inaugurated to both the two main continents in Archeria; Arimu and Acharx. Though most claimed that it originated in Acharx, it is said that it was created by Kilonians on the planet Axonia. Most of these kilonians, which are people over one thousand years old, are alive up to date and most are over three millennia old. As some of you may know, " he fixed his glasses, "Axonians provide the most sophisticated things to our kind, and many predictions proved that they created these MTS's in return for our Magic Dust. The MTS comes in various forms such as; an earring, different types of weapons like a sword, a book, a bionic cell, a watch, a chain, your eye, your mind, and many more. It is made by our magic and its aim is to facilitate a lot of consistent increasing of training intensity. When MTS training is opposed to normal training, normal training starts to look like predicaments. Many have proved that 90% of the MTS users become the most powerful in ranks and statistics."

*Kilonians - in the world Archeria, people who are 1000 years of age.

*Axonia - only planet near Archeria

*Axonians - people who live on Axonia

Upon hearing some of the background information about the MTS, the students started to drool. They had all planned to grab themselves one. By grab, they meant Steal!

"However, " the teacher stood again, "It depends mainly on the dedication of the MTS user, " he looked at Amos, "Most MTS users are frequently pushed to their limits and even die from exertion, some die due to ridiculous tasks like slaying 100 dragons in a week and some choose to not do their training and trigger an explosion in the MTS that eradicates them as a punishment for 5 months of incomplete daily tasks."

Amos then looked back as Nataly Namero raised her hand, "Sir Akira? How can I acquire one of these?"

"Nataly, first of all, you are required to raise your hand and then await approval to ask your question by your assigned teacher. Secondly, you should take the MTS off of your mind, in fact, " he looked around at the class, "You all should forget about it. Don't risk your life trying to obtain one of them for now. I'll tell you when you deserve one. Actually, we have something even more promising than it to offer in this year's Academic tournament. So stop thinking about getting one."

Nataly looked considerably paler than before and she sat with the vampires, on the darker side of the class, to maintain good distance from the sun. Amos looked around for her brother Natan but he was nowhere to be seen. He then looked behind, and two rows from his desk, sat Chizuko. Sasuki and Chizuko. Chizuko then caught Amos looking at him and gritted his teeth, causing Amos to look back ahead at the Sir Akira.

"Today's lesson will be ostracisation."

When the teacher had completed his sentence, Amos felt a cold sensation rushing through his body. He looked around in confusion, then he heard someone use his name. So, he followed the source of the sound. As Amos looked down at his leather shoes, to his surprise was the exact strange cursed blade which was at the Weapons Shop. He then looked at it for a while, and looked up again at Sir Akira.

Sir Akira seemingly noticed his confusion and lack of attention in class, "Amos, any problems?"

"Sir, there's a, " he bent his back and looked at his shoes again, and with the power of some kind of confusion sorcery (doesn't exist) the sword was nowhere to be seen. He then looked at Sir Akira again and let out a confused "N-nevermind."