Legend of Immortal: Angeloids and Eviloids

Capítulo Uno

With a fleeting glance, I directed my gaze toward the grand archway that marked the entrance to the prestigious institution:

'WELCOME TO ST. ATHENA UNIVERSITY

INFO: School where gifted students exist.

As I approached, my heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation. St. Athena University, renowned for its academic excellence and a haven for gifted minds, had finally become my new academic home. The inscription on the arch seemed to echo the promise of knowledge and opportunity.

However, it didn't take long for me to realize that my presence had already stirred curiosity among the other students. It was a universal truth - when you're the newcomer, you're bound to be the subject of whispers and clandestine glances.

Among the crowd, a girl stood out with her piercing, almost intimidating stare. I couldn't quite fathom what had set her off. It was as if she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and carried that disquiet with her into the day.

"Excuse me, are you a new student here?" she inquired, her tone laced with condescension. Her question hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. Why was she being so standoffish? Shouldn't the first day at a new school be an opportunity for amicable introductions?

"Yeah, isn't it obvious?" I replied with a raised eyebrow, a touch of sarcasm in my voice. My response appeared to catch her off guard, her features contorting in genuine surprise. It was evident that my nonchalant attitude had succeeded in getting under her skin. It seemed she had a short fuse, and it was rapidly burning.

"Excuse me?" She arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms defiantly in front of me. It was as if she was issuing a challenge. If it was a showdown of attitudes she wanted, then she had found a worthy opponent in me. My resolve remained unyielding, ready to lead the way in this unspoken battle of wills.

"Obviously!" I responded with an air of nonchalance, flipping my hair dramatically in front of her face. "Don't me!" I couldn't help but savor the déjà vu of her reaction, basking in the sweet satisfaction of throwing back the same disdain she had dished out to me earlier.

I deliberately turned my back on her and began to walk away. With each step, the faint hum of murmurs and whispers followed me, a symphony of curiosity that lingered in my wake. Among the spectators, the same girl who had been a witness to our exchange couldn't contain herself, letting out an enthusiastic, "OH MY GOD!" It was clear that she found my response to the haughty girl from earlier rather impressive.

As I strolled through the campus, I made a silent vow to myself. I didn't care what labels they might assign to me. I was on a mission to assert my true self, to unapologetically unveil the layers of my personality, and to let them know without a doubt who I was.

While navigating the school grounds, something struck me with an unexpected sense of familiarity. The classrooms, despite the school's reputation for nurturing gifted minds, were astonishingly ordinary. It was an unexpected revelation, and it made me wonder whether my preconceived notions about this school had been misplaced.

In any case, I had already completed my enrollment on the final day of registration. I carried my class schedule with me, but I had always been the kind of person who preferred not to rely on memory alone. Instead, I tucked the schedule away in the depths of my bag, knowing that I could retrieve it when needed.

As the class had yet to commence, I embarked on the quest for the perfect seat as soon as I laid eyes on my designated classroom. It didn't take me long to find my chosen spot, and without hesitation, I settled into it. From my vantage point, I silently observed my fellow students, each seemingly engrossed in their world, lost in their thoughts or the anticipation of the day ahead.

Suddenly, a girl with a rather distinctive short haircut approached me. Her friendly demeanor caught me off guard, prompting me to pause in my current activity.

"Are you new here?" she inquired, her tone carrying a genuine warmth that invited conversation. I responded with a nod, confirming her suspicion.

"I'm Athlea Lefkowicz," she introduced herself, accompanied by a warm smile, and she extended her hand in a gesture of camaraderie.

"I'm Yvaine Claire Skywalker," I replied, meeting her handshake with a firm one of my own. In that brief moment of connection, I couldn't help but appreciate the comfort of her presence. However, our budding conversation was abruptly interrupted as our instructor made a grand entrance. With her arrival, the rest of the students began to file into the classroom, signaling the start of our first class.

The air was charged with a blend of excitement, nervous anticipation, and the promise of new beginnings. As I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but wonder about the journey that lay ahead in this unfamiliar yet strangely welcoming environment.

"Good morning, students!" Our instructor's warm smile greeted us as she walked into the room. As the class rose to their feet, I followed suit.

"Good morning, Miss Sierra," they all chimed in unison, but I chose to meet our female instructor's gaze with a steady and observant stare.

"You may sit," she said, her smile never faltering. We all settled back into our seats. "I heard we have a new transfer student," she suddenly announced, her eyes locking onto mine as she made her way towards my desk. Without hesitation, I stood up, keeping my head held high. I was well-versed in displaying confidence, especially when confronted with a room full of judgmental eyes.

"That's me, Ms. Sierra."

"Please, introduce yourself." Given my experience with being in the spotlight, I allowed a teasing grin to curve my lips.

"Oh, well. This is Yvaine Claire Skywalker from Divine St. Quatros Division," I responded directly. Miss Sierra assessed me with a serious look, but I held my ground.

"That confidence..." I overheard some murmurs, but they weren't enough to rattle my confidence. I simply smiled and resumed my seat, paying no heed to the buzz in the room.

My gaze returned to Miss Sierra, who continued to regard me with a serious expression. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of instructor she was. Judging from her demeanor, she seemed like someone who wore a thick layer of veneer on the outside, concealing a strict and disciplined core.

"Ahem!" She suddenly cleared her throat, silencing my classmates as effectively as if a dragon had roared. "Follow me to the Combat Arena." With that, she promptly left the room.

One by one, my classmates rose to follow her, and I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder to join the procession.

As we arrived at the arena, we saw Ms. Sierra in the center, accompanied by three young men. I noticed that it wasn't just our section; students from other sections were also present. Our section was called Alpha, but I had yet to learn the backstory of our division.

We found our assigned seats in the bleachers without delay.

"Good morning, students. Today, we've decided that all of you will be participating in a competition. The good news is that the member of the section who emerges victorious in this competition will earn a coveted spot in the special section!" My brow furrowed as Ms. Sierra delivered this surprising announcement.

The students erupted into excited chatter, nearly drowning out all other sounds.

"Althea, what's so special about that special section?" I asked, a puzzled expression on my face.

"Ahh... hehe, well, they get rewarded with the powers of the archangels," she replied with a gleam in her eye as if she had already been rewarded just by sharing that piece of information.

"Why are they being rewarded?" I suddenly found my voice. Curiosity had finally gotten the better of me, as I had no idea about the history of this university.

"Yes, you see that guy over there with orange hair, the one beside Ms. Sierra?" She pointed to the individual I had noticed earlier.

I nodded. "He's one of the rewarded. He came from the Beta section and was rewarded last year."

"What's his name?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

She smiled mischievously. "Interested, huh?" I couldn't help but return her playful smile.

"Is it wrong to ask?"

"Oh, come on, you're no fun," she teased. "His name is Santi Defuq."

"Okay," I replied, my tone nonchalant.

"But you know, Claire, not a single student from our section has ever been rewarded," she said with a hint of sadness, reigniting my curiosity.

"Why not?" I asked, my gaze intent on her face.

"I don't know, maybe the students in the Alpha section just aren't as talented," she replied softly.

"There's always a day reserved for the Alpha section, so who knows," I said with a smile, patting her shoulder. She nodded in response.

Once again, our attention shifted back to Miss Sierra as she began to speak.

"Stay tuned for the announcement tomorrow, and prepare your weapons, as well as yourselves."

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"Good morning, students!" The instructor's voice echoed warmly through the room, her lips curved into a welcoming smile. One by one, the class rose from their seats, and I followed suit. However, I chose not to join in the chorus of greetings. Instead, I locked eyes with our female instructor, a silent challenge hidden within my steady gaze.

"Good morning, Miss Sierra," my fellow students chimed in unison, their voices harmonizing in a cheerful greeting. Yet, I remained silent, unyielding in my confident composure. I could sense the curiosity emanating from my classmates as they wondered about the new arrival who dared to break the established routine.

"Please, be seated," Miss Sierra instructed, her smile unwavering as she motioned for us to take our places. We settled into our chairs, a mix of anticipation and intrigue hanging in the air. Then, she dropped a bombshell that would set the tone for the day.

"I heard we have a new transfer student," she announced suddenly, her gaze zeroing in on me as she gracefully made her way toward my desk. Without hesitation, I stood up, my posture radiating confidence honed through countless trials.

"That's me, Ms. Sierra."

"Please, introduce yourself." I allowed a teasing grin to play on my lips, comfortable in the spotlight and relishing the attention.

"Oh, well. This is Yvaine Claire Skywalker from Divine St. Quatros Division," I replied, my response direct and unapologetic. Miss Sierra, with her ever-serious demeanor, assessed me with a discerning look, but I met her scrutiny without flinching.

"What a confident..." Her words trailed off as murmurs rippled through the classroom, like waves crashing against the shore of curiosity. I remained composed, a small but knowing smile dancing on my lips. I took my seat, unfazed by the buzz of intrigue that enveloped me like a cloak.

My eyes returned to Miss Sierra, her expression still serious and impenetrable. I couldn't help but wonder about the layers that hid beneath her exterior. She appeared to be someone who wore a thick mask, concealing a strict and disciplined core beneath her polished facade.

"Ahem!" Miss Sierra suddenly cleared her throat, seizing the attention of my classmates as effectively as if a dragon had roared. The room fell into a hushed silence, hanging on her every word.

"Follow me to the Combat Arena." With that simple directive, she turned and left the room, her heels clicking crisply against the floor. One by one, my classmates rose to follow her, and I swiftly slung my bag over my shoulder to join the procession.

As we entered the arena, the boisterous cheers of the students washed over us like a tidal wave of excitement. Athlea had mentioned earlier that these students were divided into four sections: Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Omega. I had much to learn about the unique history and dynamics of our Alpha section.

"Are you all ready?" Ms. Sierra's announcement sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd as students cheered with unwavering enthusiasm.

"READY!" The collective response was almost deafening, and I flinched, instinctively raising my hands to protect my ears from the cacophony.

"Okay, the rules are as follows: in each section, only two students should remain standing. You will know who the victors are when a member of a section retrieves a red stone," Ms. Sierra explained, her gaze falling upon two colorless cubes, each containing a single red stone. "Do we understand?"

"YES!" students answered in unison.

"When Sir Theo fires his shot..." She cast a meaningful glance at the man standing beside her, the same individual who had entered our classroom earlier, "...the competition will begin."

After some moments of briefing, it was about to start. "In a count of 1... 2... ready GO!" Sir Theo fired a shot from his fake gun.

*THUGS!*

In less than a heartbeat, a frenzied scramble ensued as students scattered in all directions, each racing toward the coveted red stones. Amid the chaos, I remained rooted to my spot, a silent observer amidst the whirlwind of motion and emotion.

My eyes locked onto Athlea, who had transformed into a warrior angel, a knight, her movements a graceful dance of strategy and skill. She expertly dodged a powerful bolt of electricity unleashed by a student who had assumed the form of an electric being. Athlea's buckler emitted a soft glow, a sign that it was charging. With uncanny swiftness, she retaliated with a searing red laser that sent her electric adversary hurtling through the air. However, amid her triumph, she failed to anticipate the surge of water elemental power that raced toward her.

I watched in awe as the water engulfed Athlea, twisting and turning her through the air before slamming her forcefully onto the ground. She reverted to her human form, disoriented and vulnerable. Just as her assailant prepared for another attack, I couldn't stand idly by. I had to intervene.

The girl who had assaulted Athlea was none other than Terra Cray, the same arrogant figure who had approached me with a sense of entitlement in the past.

Athlea Lefkowicz's POV

I was taken aback as a torrent of water struck me with breathtaking force, spinning me through the air and disorienting me completely. My strength waned with each dizzying rotation, and I struggled to lift my head to make sense of the chaos. That's when I spotted Claire, stepping boldly into the fray. She confronted Terra Cray, the arrogant figure from the Beta section who had attacked me with water.

Terra Cray's reputation for conceit was well-known, and I couldn't help but wonder how Claire had managed to retrieve a red stone amidst the chaos. She had been cornered by four formidable Delta section students when the competition commenced. The question lingered: How had she acquired such a remarkable ability?

I watched, transfixed, as Claire defended me with unwavering resolve. She skillfully parried Terra's attacks and engaged her in a fierce battle of elemental powers. It was a clash of titans, an elemental showdown that held the entire arena in suspense.

Meanwhile, Zen, one of our classmates, rushed to my side. Placing his hand on my forehead, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he reopened them, they gleamed an eerie shade of green. A surge of frigid coldness washed over me, and I could feel my strength returning like a dormant ember rekindled into a roaring flame.

"Thank you, Zen," I whispered weakly, and he responded with a nod, his eyes dancing with a reassuring smile.

With newfound strength coursing through my veins, I transformed back into my knight-angel form and took flight toward the red stone. Four Delta section students attempted to thwart my progress, launching a combined assault of elemental powers in a dazzling display of multicolored lightning bolts.

I defended myself valiantly with my trusty buckler, which emitted beams of light that engaged in a dazzling dance of opposition against the lightning bolts in the air. The arena was transformed into a battlefield of radiant flashes, and I clenched my teeth, resisting the overwhelming force that sought to push me back. Despite their relentless onslaught, I held my ground with unwavering determination.

Suddenly, the Delta section students amplified their attacks, intensifying the ferocity of their elemental powers. My strength waned under the onslaught, and cracks began to form in my trusty buckler. It became a fierce contest of elemental prowess and sheer willpower, and I knew I couldn't maintain my position much longer.

Then, like a beacon of hope, Claire descended from the sky, her eyes ablaze with determination. She reached for the red stone, snatching it with unwavering resolve. I watched in awe as she secured the red stone without transforming into an angeloid, her power undeniably strong even in her human form.

With the red stone safely in her grasp, Claire touched down on the ground, and I, exhausted but filled with admiration, reverted to my human form. The arena erupted in cheers and applause, and I couldn't resist joining in, my voice merging with the jubilant chorus. Claire had secured our Alpha section's place in the next round of the competition through her exceptional abilities. "KYAAAHH!"

"Okay, everyone! Let's meet the two students who obtained the red stones!" Ms. Sierra's voice finally cut through the lingering echoes of excitement, and the crowd slowly hushed.

"Name and section?" Ms. Sierra asked, turning her attention to the victorious students.

"Nuho Spring from Omega section," the young man announced with unwavering confidence.

"Yvaine Claire Skywalker from Alpha section," Claire replied, her tone devoid of emotion.

"Congratulations to both of you." Ms. Sierra addressed the entire assembly with a smile, and the cheers erupted once more.

"KYAAAHH!"

I couldn't believe it. Claire had not only secured victory for our section but had done so with her extraordinary abilities. My admiration for her swelled, and I eagerly anticipated the challenges that awaited us in the next stage of the competition.

"Okay, stay tuned for the upcoming competition," Ms. Sierra announced with a grin before gracefully exiting the arena, leaving behind a sea of excited students buzzing with anticipation.