novelzi Chapter 52 54:A Reeling Feeling
Chapter 52 54:A Reeling Feeling
The boy became flustered because, under the book, he was hiding the comic, which he managed to swap with increased dexterity, startling me.
"You got some skills, Reed," I said, looking at the name in the notebook.
He seemed to be a lower-class commoner who didn't even have the privilege of having a last name, or this might be a disguise.
He had brownish hair that drifted over his eyes like bangs, covering his eyes that were already obscured by specs. This made me wonder how this person even saw.
Reed, hearing this, laughed out loud suddenly. "Hmm! You don't even know who you are sitting beside."
"Why? Who are you?"
"Me..." He pointed at himself, then raised his arm to flick his hair, exposing a crystal bluish clear eye behind his specs that just appeared for a brief moment before being hidden by swaying hair.
"Kekekekekek!"
"Foolish mortals."
I started feeling goosebumps and took a step back.
"Know your place, 'cause you are sitting beside the one and only, The Beholder of Ancient Follies."
"The Descendant of the Eternal Dragon God."
"And the one and only heir of the Ancient Ones."
Reed, saying this, looked at me with an intense gaze.
"Clap!"
CLAP!
I clapped, not wanting to partake in the follow-up relentless banter while cursing inwardly.
'What the hell? Now do I have to bear a chunniboy here?!'
Sighing, I took my seat while Reed spoke, bearing that smug smile. "Hey, become my disciple, and soon you will witness the glory of the Ancient One."
"Stop talking. The professor is here."
Along with him, the class started to fill up.
The man was a bit bald with deranged white hair scattered across, making him look like another version of Albert Einstein.
Professor Neil Smith, who would be teaching us about Monster and Abyss Lore Classification.
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Neil stared at the jubilant new faces with a plastered cold expression. He maintained a solemn demeanor.
Unlike others who loved teaching with smiles and laughs, he believed that such an atmosphere was unbecoming of the course they were to study.
The primary goal of DeathBorne was to stop the descent of the Abyss and defeat the Evil God. In the process, you might even make an enemy of the Orthodox Gods, but that was for later.
It wasn't that the gap between events was large, but it was useless to worry about moving a mountain with my ant-like power.
Feeling bored, I looked at Reed, who was reading comics underneath.
'That's also good. At least he won't disturb me.'
I decided to use Spectral Vision and observe everyone.
Unlike before, I could feel cold mana seeping into my eyes, emitting an austere aura. An influx of light flashed in my eyes abruptly, making my eyelids droop.
I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation before opening them.
The world soon flashed with myriad colors.
As I opened my eyes to the Spectral Vision, the world around me transformed into a vivid kaleidoscope of hues and shifting lights. The classroom now seemed alive with flickering currents of mana and swirling flashes of light.
The students around me appeared bathed in faint auras, their colors dancing like flames.
Neil stood at the front, his stern demeanor now encased in a heavy black hue that seemed to pulse with an ominous weight. His aura was dense and suffocating, like a storm cloud hanging over a battlefield.
Selena, on the other hand, glowed faintly with blue, her emotions calm but not entirely content. Her aura shimmered with a subdued warmth, yet streaks of pale gray revealed some lingering hesitation, perhaps from Neil's critique.
Reed, seated beside me, was a peculiar mix of red and blue, his aura flaring in sporadic bursts as he flipped through his hidden comic.
The red spikes of irritation hinted at his annoyance with the class, while the blue patches showed the enjoyment he got from his distraction. His emotions were like a chaotic whirlpool, colliding and blending unpredictably.
My eyes locked on Ashton, who had dark shades, while Roderick had blue as he whispered something.
Edwin was encased in a silvery glow that radiated nobility.
'I blinked a few times, wondering if I was seeing correctly.'
'What the hell?'
'These colors... How am I able to identify the feelings behind them?'
The protagonist and main character didn't have Spectral Vision, but I knew about it from a side cast.
Yet, despite the overwhelming beauty of this new perspective, I realized I couldn't pinpoint a single, pure emotion.
The intensity of it all made me blink and turn away.
A faint chilling sensation hit me out of nowhere. All the hair on my body stood erect, and itchiness spread over my skin.
I turned my head towards the source and felt my heart skip a beat as I saw dark clawed hands grabbing the window pane.
I was about to focus when my vision distorted, and sudden rampaging screams erupted like blasts in my ears, whispering thousands of words, of which I managed to understand a sentence.
[Don't Look.]