Chapter 17: A small sample



They arrived at the conservatory. It is a large room with a lot of plants. There are desks in the center for the students to sit and study. In front of them is a blackboard and the desk of the teacher who was already waiting for them.

The teacher’s name was Marilyn Thornhill, and Luke knew her very well. She was the antagonist in the Wednesday series and a normie. Her real name was Laurel Gates.

She faked her death to change her identity and complete Crackstone’s mission which was to eliminate the outcasts.

Marilyn has fair skin, long wavy brown hair, and brown eyes. She wears a gray-colored sweater and cat-eye glasses.

‘Eliminate the outcasts what an idiot,’ Luke thought, disdainfully as he sat in a chair and looked at the teacher, who had a kind, smiling face.

Luke thought both Marilyn and Crackstone were two idiots chasing an impossible dream. Eliminating all the outcasts was an impossible mission. No matter how much Crackstone had made a deal with demons and gotten powers.

In the series, Crackstone loses to a sixteen-year-old outcast. If he were to face adult outcasts with developed powers he would be easily defeated. At best, he could kill Nevermore students who did not fully develop their powers. That is as long as the power he showed in the series holds up.

There are even outcasts who made deals with demons so they should be stronger than average and will be able to defeat Crackstone with a whimper.

Luke wasn’t planning to take on Professor Normie for the time being. Until Wednesday comes to Nevermore the normie will not use Hyde to assassinate, so nothing will happen.

The teacher was a normie. She had no supernatural powers. It would be very easy for Luke to kill her. The problematic thing is to cover up the murder. For this reason, Luke is too lazy to act for the moment.

“Good morning everyone!” greeted Marilyn with a smile and enthusiasm.

“Before we move on to a more advanced topic, let’s review the homework I left for you last class,” added Marilyn as she opened the textbook on her desk.

“Mm… Let’s see, Luke. Can you answer question one?” asked the teacher, looking at Luke.

Luke hadn’t pulled out the book, or his notebook. He had his hands in his pockets and was rocking back and forth in his chair with a nonchalant attitude.

“I’m sorry, teacher. I forgot,” Luke said as he yawned and continued rocking like it was nothing.

Enid next to him, and everyone else looked at him unable to believe how fake his apology sounded. He clearly wasn’t sorry at all and looked like he didn’t give a shit about the class.

“Oh…” said Marilyn with a slight twitch that no one noticed, “It’s okay. We all can forget homework once in a while,” she added with a smile again.

‘Hmph hypocrite,’ thought Luke, amused. He knew Marilyn hated outcasts to death, but because of the personality she showed at Nevermore she couldn’t show anger towards him. ‘She must be seething with rage,’ thought Luke, trying to contain his laughter.

“That’s true. Next time, I’ll try to remember if possible,” Luke said with a slight smirk.

‘If it’s possible?’ thought Enid and all the students unable to believe how hard-faced Luke

was.

“Let’s see Bianca, can you answer question one?” said the teacher, moving on to another student. If she kept listening to Luke, she was afraid her facade would crumble.

‘Maybe I’ll become the first outcast to be eliminated on their list,’ Luke thought curiously.

It could be that they’ll send him a killer Hyde. He doesn’t care. It will be a good fight. He doesn’t know if the teacher has control of Hyde yet.

Bianca began to read from her notebook where she had completed her homework for the day. Bianca was a mermaid and one of Nevermore’s most popular students of her year. She is taller than average for her gender and has dark skin and greenish-blue eyes. She has dark hair and a shaved head.

Luke took out his book, opened it, and put it on top of his head to block his view so he could sleep comfortably. As expected, class ended, and teacher Normie didn’t punish him and let him sleep peacefully.

Enid was in charge of waking him up. He put his book in his backpack and quickly left the greenhouse. He felt like peeing.

Enid, who was about to say something to him, stood still as Luke hurriedly left the place. He didn’t even thank her for what she woke up from.

“Why do you keep trying to talk to him?” asked a friend of Enid’s approaching her.

“He’s rude, arrogant, stuck up, and I can think of many more negative adjectives,” she added with a frown. She also tried to make conversation with Luke and befriend him, but he treated her like she was an annoying fly the whole time, so she gave up.

“That makes it cooler,” said a brown-haired girl joining the conversation. Her friend looked at her funny, though she was right.

“Having the last name Poe went to his head,” said a short boy with a mug hairdo approaching the group of girls.

The two girls looked at the boy with some disgust. It wasn’t the first time he had butted into their conversations as if they were friends. Maybe Luke felt the same way, so their anger towards him dropped incredibly low.

“He lived in a normie orphanage and thinks he’s the big deal,” the boy said to add fuel to the fire. Unlike the girls, who might see Luke’s attitude as a cool and bad boy, most of the guys

loathed Luke.

“Don’t be rude! He published a successful book that you could never write and that being in an orphanage!” said Enid, defending Luke and scowling at the boy.

It was rare to see Enid scowling and scolding a person. Enid’s two friends nodded in agreement. Luke if he had heard what Enid said would have wanted to disappear off the earth. He didn’t even create that book. It was absolute plagiarism.

He would have rather flaunted his powers or his great last name than that.

“Let’s go,” Enid said, angrily, turning around and leaving the room. Her friends followed her and left the boy alone frozen in place.

What did he do wrong? They were criticizing Luke. He just joined them and was reprimanded…

…

In the Psychic Powers class, there were about forty students, but only ten of them were psychics. The others were there to study the theoretical part.

That day the others learned about the auras that each psychic can possess. So, far they had only studied a little of the history of psychics, so they had had no practical classes.

Before the theoretical part ended and the class slowed down the teacher wanted to do a demonstration so that the non-psychic students could observe the auras of the psychic students.

It was no secret to demonstrate the type of aura you possessed. After all, the teacher must help you so that you can train that aura.

The first student to come forward was Rowan Laslow. He has brown eyes and short brown hair that he wears with a side parting. He wears brown and gold glasses.

“I-I’m a psychic with a yellow aura,” said Rowan, nervous about being watched by everyone.

“Try to move these books. Each one weighs about 5kg,” said the professor, pulling several books off a shelf and placing them on the desk.

The books had over a thousand pages, a particularly thick and sturdy binding, and a leather- reinforced hardcover. Luke was the first time he had seen such heavy books.

Rowan nodded and with the help of his hand began to try to move the books. Eight of the ten books lifted and floated up to his head. He held them for several minutes until he could no longer, and they fell making a thud on the desk.

“Forty kilos a great sum,” praised the professor with a smile, and clapping his hands. The whole room joined in and applauded.

Luke clapped lazily. He wasn’t surprised. His weight limit was currently 180kg. In a state of rage, he managed to move a two-ton truck for a moment.

Thanks to that episode his maximum weight increased. Before that incident, he could move about 100kg in total. After moving the truck he increased to 150kg. During training with his great-great-grandfather, he was able to increase another 30kg to 180kg.

“Luke your turn. Since we’re with books we might as well take advantage,” said the teacher, looking at Luke, and all the attention of the class was on him.

Everyone wanted to know what Luke’s abilities were. The last descendant of the century-old

Poe family. Many kids looked at Luke with smirks. They had all heard that he lived in an orphanage. Hopefully, he could move a book or two.

Luke lazily got up and walked with his hands in his pockets to the desk. They all knew he

possessed a yellow aura, as the professor had asked them earlier. He didn’t say he possessed a blue aura as it was better to keep a secret or two to himself.

’50kg in total,’ Luke thought disdainfully, looking at the books. Moving the shit garbage cans

was more challenging than this.

Without taking his hands out of his pockets the ten books began to float in a matter of

seconds. He just needed to look at them. He didn’t need to help himself with two focus like

Rowan did.

The professor and everyone else watched with wide eyes. The books began to circle Luke, who continued with a nonchalant look on his face.

Luke smiled internally. He taught a lesson to the idiots who spoke ill of him behind his back. He had heard some disparaging remarks about him. Now they knew a little of his power. Luke made the books fly neatly back to their former places on the shelf. The presentation was

over.

“An excellent control,” commented the professor, recovering from the shock. With this simple demonstration, he knew that Luke’s weight limit was well over 50kg.

Luke nodded slightly and returned to his seat as he was watched by the surprised faces of his

classmates.

‘A fourteen-year-old at the intermediate level…’ thought the teacher, looking at Luke and moving on to the next student.

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