The Infinite Realms

Chapter 47: Select your fighting style

He stared stared blankly in to his book, his thoughts playing in a Mary go round in his mind. While his index finger played with the lump on the bandage on his other hand under the desk.

After stroking it for it for some time, he pulled out of his thoughts and brought his hands out from under the desk.

The ring! He couldn't hide this this way for ever. People would start suspecting him after some time. They were in a world of magic, healing from minor wounds wasn't something to fret about. It only took seconds. If he wanted to heal the natural way, then it was understandable. But time wasn't his friend.

If the ring didn't take action before a week or so, question about the bandage would surely rise.

He needed to find away to activate the ring as soon as possible.

But how? He had tried many stupid ways he watched from movies that now he regretted watching.

He had pointed the ring on a light jar as a substitute for the green lantern in the movie but nothing happened.

He even made stupid and childish gestures with his fingers, maybe it was a spiderman ring! - his foot.

He facepalmed himself inwardly for even thinking of such a scenario.

The more he thought of ways, the more his heart clenched with excitement and curiosity. He had gotten the item from a parallel dungeon. It had to be something powerful right.

The suspension was killing him!

Either way, he now wore it, he could only think of how the system would react when he surpassed its evaluation of him. That excitement!

What was he even thinking? It was only a system, it didn't have emotions! How could he even develop a beef with a programmed AI?!

This dungeon was slowly driving him nuts?!

The sound of the bell ringing jerked him out of his world of thought.

The lessons had finally come to an end!

He looked around him only to discover the students were already raising from his seats.

Wow! These birdbrains are as heartless as always. He muttered, when he saw the distance between him and the nearest student.

Utterly saddening. The stigma these people had on slaves. They showed their disgust clearly. Each time he entered class, they spat and threw him scornful glares.

They covered their noses, mocking him for an unpleasant odour that didn't exist.

The sad part being the fact that he was only slave that attended this class. So everyone avoided him like he was an air borne pandemic.

If it wasn't for the school board settling the issue of dividing the class for slaves to seat among themselves while the paid students sat separately, he along with the other slaves would be packed in some corner in class.

Just as he exited the class, he bumped into a hard wall.... No scratch that, a hard and muscular arm that threw him backwards.

"So-sorry sir.... I'll be careful next time." he was quick to apologize when he realized he was a stuff of the school.

After patting the dust of clothes, he looked up at the man, only for shock to register in his expression.

"What have I gotten myself into this time!?" he swallowed, struggling to keep his eye contact with the person.

"E-esteemed director.... My greetings." he bowed. Anything to avoid those handsome yet deadly eyes.

"mm." Merza gambled, indicating for him to stand up, "Watch where your going Trevor, we don't want that delicate face getting hurt now, don't we?" he teased with cold eyes.

Trevor's eyes that were directed to the ground widened in both shock and fear. What did he mean by that? Most importantly, how did he know his name?! Was he using some kind of identification spell.

"You should be grateful I like you already, or else, you would be in for a harsh ending for this mistake." he said in a low and cold tone that sent shivers down Trevor's spine.

After a moment of silence, Trevor looked up and let out a breath of relief when he saw that Merza wasn't in front of him anymore.

Looking around himself again, the halls seemed rather livelier today.

Girls walked around the place, gossiping and having a laugh.

A couple made out by the lockers and no one gave a damn like it was normal.

That's right, these lucky brats had been pardoned from the training! He sighed.

"Now to change to my training attire." he reminisced.

*

"Assemble!!!" the voice of a yelling man reached everyone's ears.

They dropped the heavy logs on their shoulders almost immediately and let out a sigh of relief as the weight they bore dissipated and felt light again.

They jogged their way to the center of the field where Daksh stood, holding an unraveled scroll.

He took his eyes off the scroll and ran his eyes among the people I front of him. Making sure to register and weigh the numbers.

Obviously, the number was significantly less than before.

He could make out at least 15 of them.

Most of them being slaves, with only two being payed students.

His gaze locked on the payed students for a moment and asked, "Did you get the signatures?"

"Yes sir." they both answered in unison.

"Good. You made the right choice." he went on, "Okay, now that most of you are here, let's start the roles. From now on, your training goes beyond the usual exercises. You will be engaging in gladiatorial combat. If you've reali d solely on magic to save your ass, things are about to take a turn for you. Understood!"

"Pssssttttttt" Tony's eyes darted sideways, "Pssssttttttt." he called again.

"What is it?" replied Isaac in a slightly elevated tone, which he regretted after cause he attracted Daksh's cold stare.

"Excuse you Isaac, is there anything you mind sharing with the rest of us."

"N-no sir." Isaac gave Tony a deal-with-you-later look before focusing all his attention at Daksh.

"Austin...... Do you know how hoe to ride?" Daksh continued, all his focus on the scroll.

"Yes."

"Good.... You will be an eques."

At the mention of this, a few of the students gaped. For those who had been to gladiatorial fights, equites fought quite impressively. They fought each other on mounts until one fell over. Then they would continue the fight on foot.

"Jerome, Rex, Kyle, can you all ride?" seeing that they didn't hesitate and said yes immediately, he continued, "Good. Your equites."

"In cetus we have, Polo, Daniel and Kaijo. Am I clear."

"Yes sir." the mentioned students said their names in unison.

"In sagittarius, Bianca......."

Trevor pinched the skin between his brows as he lamented on his ignorance. He was hearing these words for the first time. Cetus, sagittarius that, equi-something. He didn't know any of it. Why was the dungeon making things complicated for him. The system should have given him a briefing at least.

"Yes sir!" the sudden roar woke him from his day dream.

And the first thing he saw was Daksh staring at him blankly, like he was looking at a fool, "Trevor, have you understood your class?"

Me? Class? When? Did he mention my name? He asked hi. Self inwardly trying to find a way to cover up his absent mindedness.

Daksh rolled his eyes at the boy before closing up the scroll, "Okay, that's it, your training starts now." with that said, he walked away.

Leaving the students in the hands of the other gladiators that stared at the students menacingly.

"What did he say?" Trevor was quick to ask the person next to him, as soon as Daksh left.

"He said your a Pamularius."

"Wha-what does that m-....." before Trevor could finish his question, the person left him alone and walked towards a gladiator who held a quiver of arrows.

I fact, everyone dispersed in different directions, except him.

Luckily, he caught sight of an instructor looking at him with blank look.

"That's my que, Looks like I'm about to find out." he muttered and hesitantly joined the group of students that walked to his direction.