Spencer Sanchez

Gaining the upper hand by holding everyone on their necks. Jayce was invincible at that moment. Who would not feel that way after seeing everyone prostrating on their knees?

But as Jayce scanned the horde of Baldys in front of him. Someone had caught his attention.

It was a lanky, nerd-looking guy that is staring at him with fierce eyes. This had somehow managed to irk Jayce,

"The heck you want kid? It ain't my problem that your boss sucks."

Jayce commented while still maintaining a grip on his gun. However, as his eyes stared longer at this particular lanky dude, he find him familiar.

He tried thinking about it more, but his head only hurts. Thinking is not really his strong point. But before his brain cells would give up, Jayce was suddenly reminded of a guy being mentioned by Fiel Bancroft.

"I don't want the same thing happening with you as what happened to Spencer Sanchez..."

That is what Fiel had told him the first time he got into trouble with the rich nobles in his Academy. At that time he did not pay any attention to it but he did remember that Fiel proactively mentioned that he was so similar to Jayce.

That being said, Spencer is his senior but by the looks of this uninspiring lanky dude, he looked younger than Jayce.

Just to be sure, Jayce tried egging a question.

"Eyy you look familiar. Have you ever heard a man named, Spencer Sanchez?"

The lanky dude who had his eyes firmly glued at Jayce was startled, hearing him utter that name.

Many thoughts and scenes flashed back as the lanky dude hears that name. He almost lost the grip on the knife he is holding.

"Spencer Sanchez..."

The lanky dude muttered to himself.

There is no way he would not know of that name.

How could he?

It was his name.

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Spencer Sanchez who grew up in the bleak little town of Mardakuchette was originally a diligent child.

Ever since he was little, he worked in a Woodcrafts factory cutting logs during the day, and he was the young boy who served food to customers in a local bar by night.

At the time he started growing into a more masculine body, he hated his mother, who constantly indulged in alcohol and used violence after getting drunk. As if Spencer was trying to escape from that, he went to a school for aspiring Military Soldiers and asked to be made a pupil.

It wasn't like he had a special interest in joining the Army.

The reason he chose a Military School was just that he heard that he will be able to eat full meals being in an army's infrastructure. And that the school itself offers some pocket money for their dear students.

What he lacked in passion towards joining the Military, he compensated with the abundance of his talents.

He was blessed with an agile body with high physical capabilities.

On top of that, he was a hungry hard worker.

He quickly distinguished himself from the rest of the pupils enrolled at that school—The Hariya Academy. After being determined to join a Military school, he left his hometown of Mardakuchette and temporarily settled at Ragoria where Hariya Academy is located.

His fighting techniques, whether they were used towards his competitors or fellow pupils, had earned him high grades.

Additionally, a title was bestowed upon Spencer by the instructors there who recognized his talents. Unlike Jayce who earned his Nickname in the streets. Spencer earned it from a prestigious environment. A brief contrast of their difference.

The title was given to him that was determined by his own individual ability was Elusive Cheetah. Thus, taking on everyone's expectations around him.

It came off as a joke at first and eventually, it got shortened to just Cheetah. Being fast with short bursts of tremendous strength, he surprises the Academy with his fighting style that was like of a Cheetah's. Hence the title he earned.

He had the same origin of birth from the slums as Jayce had but he made it a vow not to disclose it from anyone, hence he was safe from the bullying and other troublesome factors that could've arisen just by proclaiming his origins.

The seniors of the school were already no match for him. Even the experienced soldiers who occasionally dropped by to share their experiences. Spencer made nothing of them, as he was endowed with great battle instincts.

A few months passed, he was on cloud nine.

He followed his growing name by winning numerous martial arts competitions and he was even capable of defeating Superior Skarnaks—a chemically tinkered special unit of the terorist faction that normally requires a whole troop to defeat on its own.

In the end, he was appointed as a Falcon in the Special Unit that trains apprentice Students into becoming real soldiers that were directly under the Count's command.

Then, he entered the Tertiary Land Reclamation War campaign as a temporary soldier under the insistence of Fiel Bancroft. Even in a situation like that, his battle achievements were stacked high.

His name was honored on official bulletins, and he was fully revered by the populace with thundering applause.

Although he was living in the dorm, as he had no one supporting him from behind the scenes, he still received fancy letters sealed from high-class-looking people and even some of the lower-ranked royal families that covet his talents, hoping to introduce their daughters to him.

He saw this as invitations to the upper society. There were no other ways for someone with the background of a commoner's birth to enter the gentleman-class other than having established meritorious war services or by having big success as civil officers.

Spencer was a young man enveloped by the lights of the glamorous world. When his eyes met with the alluring contents of those letters that stimulated greed in him, his heart almost stopped.

He was happy always being spoken of as the swashbuckler who came forth; a one-man-army everyone yearned to become, in the tales told by surviving soldiers who had just returned from the Tertiary Land Reclamation War Campaign.

That's why as someone with a mindset like any ordinary person in the world, it would be strange if he did not become conceited from all of that.

'I've reached the top of the game, therefore, I must aim higher.'

But then, Spencer fell at the zenith of his life.