The Over-Break System

“I do believe that is our win if you would be so kind as to announce it and hand over my loot, so we can be on our way; it is, after all, only our first day on campus, and there is much to do,” Cynrik said, wearing a polite smile.

Hearing his words, Professor Wallin felt a chill creep down her spine, with only a single word coming to mind as she stared helplessly at Cynrik, “Sociopath.”

Seeing that Professor Wallin appeared to need a second to recover herself, Cynrik smiled and took it upon himself to start cleaning up the blood off his party with his BlackFire.

Since they had gone through this many times before, Benny, Brance, and Gabby stood still and closed their eyes, understanding what Cynrik was doing, but Selene freaked out for a minute. However, when she noticed everyone else seemed okay, she closed her eyes and let the warm sensation wash over her body.

A few seconds later, everyone was free and clear of any gunk, blood, and dirt, as if they had taken a shower.

[[Well, that’s pretty handy.]] Selene said while looking up and down her body and running her fingers through her deep red hair.

[[It only works because I have such fine control over my flames. If not, I’d probably turn you all into roasted marshmallows in no time flat.]] Chuckling to himself, Cynrik turned around only to find the other nine referees had landed behind Professor Wallin and were staring incredulously at him and the rest of his party.

“hem, hem, So then, 4000 Merit points, the Evo Stones, Codexes, and shards of skill, please.” Cynrik cleared his throat a couple of times and extended his hand towards Professor Wallin, who looked blankly at the younger boy’s outstretched hand.

Her mind seemed unable to catch up with everything occurring right now; she was still stunned by how easily Cynrik obliterated Levin’s Codex and how unsympathetic he was.

COUGH

A loud cough from behind Professor Wallin, seemingly from one of the other referees, kick-started her brain again, and she quickly pulled off the ring on her right thumb.

“Yes…I apologize for the delay. I officially declare the five-man party, MyrkLys as the victor in this 173v5 Faction Battle.”

With her words, everyone’s Watcets went off, signaling an end to the battle which had finished several minutes ago. However, the next second, Cynrik’s eyes narrowed when the VS AI spoke loudly through hidden speakers on the battlefield.

“Due to the significant difference in the First Year Unranked Party “MyrkLys” and the Second Year Number 3 D-Ranked Faction “Epsilon Chall,” bonus Ranking points will be awarded.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Unable to administer Ranking points to First Year Unranked Party “MyrkLys” as they haven’t officially registered for this year’s Faction Ranking. Issuing proper documentation to Leader Ivar Ragnarsson, indicating his party’s current Ranking Point balance. Once the party has registered as an official faction and entered the competition, the points will be released.”

Rolling his eyes, Cynrik swatted at the holographic display floating off his Watcet and located the Ranking Office on the campus holo map before nodding silently.

Next, he reached out and swiped the ring from the Professor, which held all the loot from this battle, quickly deposited them into his inventory, and returned the ring.

When he was about to press the floating notification to return from the battlefield, he was stopped by Professor Wallin.

“One moment, student Ragnarsson.” She said, wearing a complicated expression.

“Hm, what can I do for you, Ma’am?” as Cynrik responded, he went ahead and motioned for his party to head back without him, and a second later, they all broke into particles of light and disappeared from the forest battlefield.

“Why did you cripple that student? Although it isn’t against the rules, the consequences outside of school could be disastrous, mainly if said student has powerful backing.” Then, ignoring that the other four members had left, Professor Wallin asked her question.

She wasn’t present when the challenge was issued, so up till now, she only knew there was an altercation during the Orientation.

“Oh? That’s easy, Ma’am; anyone who threatens to kidnap and cause harm to one of my own will suffer dire consequences themselves, no matter their background or strength. If we were outside the rules of our Academy, I would have dismembered him piece by piece and had my brother heal him up just enough so he didn’t die quickly. I would have tortured him until he begged for death before evaporating what was left of him with my Flames. He would have been left conscious until his final moments so that he realized the full extent of his mistake in kidnapping the youngest and most innocent of our party and daring to lay his hands on her.”

With each word Cynrik spoke, his tone became more chilling and sinister, causing the other 9 referees to take an unconscious step back, leaving Professor Wallin alone, standing her ground.

“I suppose you haven’t been able to do your research on my brother and me, but we do not fear anything. We have even been known to go toe to toe with beings way above our paygrade. Hehe, ask the Headmaster about what happened when Headmaster Jetlensr of Finwan Academy and Headmaster Opurn of Supremacy University dropped a shit ton of killing intent on Björn and I…hehe, spoiler alert.”

When Cynrik gave his spoiler alert, he unleashed all 5g of his killing intent on the 10 referees, causing their expressions to darken as many were having trouble standing.

Of the 10, only a couple had a Gravity Resistance strong enough to withstand the pressure, but thankfully, Cynrik quickly pulled back as he was only showing off and had no ill intentions.

“The fact of the matter stands, if someone is brazen enough to fuck with one of my own, for ANY reason, I will make them pay a hundredfold. I appreciate you all overseeing our battle; I hope it was entertaining to watch; now, I must be on my way. There is still much to do.” Changing his face as if every expression was a mask, Cynrik went from giving off serial killer vibes to being an average and cheerful student and pressed the leave button on his Watcet.

The referees stood in muted silence for several minutes after his departure, unsure of what had happened. What had begun as a simple appointment to a faction battle between the First and Second years quickly devolved into an absolute slaughter.

What had surprised them the most wasn’t necessarily the level of brutality shown by each of the five or even the physical strength presented. Instead, putting aside the freaky conversation that had just transpired, it was the insane level of control the party had when dishing out their attacks. Every strike was executed either to remove a limb or knock out their opponent. This level of control was simply unheard of when it came to a group of children who had yet to reach their teenage years.

They should be fighting wildly at their age, aiming to hurt their opponent; hell, it would have even been acceptable for them to turn and run after seeing how many opponents were on the opposite side. But no, neither of those scenarios occurred. Instead, the referees had witnessed a highly coordinated and perfectly executed battle, where one side completely obliterated the other.

“Sigh, we are getting old; who would have thought we’d see the day when a bunch of kids fresh out of their cribs would be able to put us in such a state.” One of the referees said to no one in particular.

“I don’t envy you, Dennis; those five are all first years, hehe, that means they’ll be your problem for the whole year.” A female ref said while elbowing a younger-looking man.

“Fuck, I forgot they were first years, shit. Do you think it’s too late to request to be moved up a year?” Professor Dennis said ruefully.

His reaction made the other refs, excluding Professor Wallin, chuckle at his expense.

“Lock it up; we need to report this to the Headmaster and the Head Dean for Year One. Although I am sure the Headmaster is already somewhat aware of how those five are, I know that Rimsfel is in the dark, but I’m sure he will be ecstatic that for the first time in his tenure, that Year One has an S-Rank Faction.” The other referees nodded silently with complicated expressions when the words left her mouth.

It was typical for S-Rank Factions to appear, but normally, one or two would start popping up around Year 3, and by the time Year 5 rolled around, the students who had made it that far were generally way stronger than their peers.

“Alright, everyone, head back; I need to clean up the battlefield before reporting the battle. Also, I suggest you go back and watch the footage from the fight, especially those who are only Tier-2; maybe you’ll learn something new. You know what they say; those who aren’t constantly learning from the new generation will stagnate.” Professor Wallin channeled Wind Mana around her body and took to the sky, leaving the other refs to mull over her words.

With Professor Wallin gone, the other 9 referees didn’t stay any longer and soon returned to the campus to begin their prep work for the school year. Professor Dennis had it the hardest; after watching the battle repeatedly, he was able to pick up on a couple of things and subsequently add them to his future lesson plans. He was, after all, the Year One combat instructor, so odds are, he would be interacting with the members of MyrkLys regularly, so he planned to sit down and try to find any misgivings in their combat styles to help them grow.

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