Considering they haven't reached that point yet, Ibnor figures that it may benefit him to repair the relationship, or at least maintain the decorum with his brother. He genuinely wanted to avoid the endings where he died resulting from their terrible relationship. After a brief moment of silence, Khaleed smiled.
"Well, I'll let you on your way then."
"Thanks, I'll be going now."
Along the way, his head is filled with things to do. It is not even the early stage of the game yet. He can still do something to ensure his safety. But one thing for sure, being weak will only get him killed quicker. In a world where monsters exist, being weak is one of many ways to die quickly. Without him noticing, they already arrived at their destination. The academy's name plastered on the main archgate caught him off guard.
"Of course, I should have known. One of the most prestigious academies, Avalon Academy. Really, Ibnor? I meant me.. I meant this body.. Ah, fuck it. How did you end up so miserably when you are graduates from here? What the hell are you doing, Ibnor? Shit. I am Ibnor. Fuck the plot. I'm going to survive!"
"Wait.. what are you doing?" he asked as he just noticed Aryssa who was walking alongside him towards the class.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you following me?"
"Is this asshole for real?" Aryssa thought as she looked at him blankly. "From the confused look on his face, he doesn't seem to be joking. Ah, forget it. Just what do I expect from someone who only thinks of himself and ignores everything else? He probably doesn't even remember."
"I'm also a student here, Young Master."
"Fuck!" he blurted.
Arysa rolled her eyes as she tried to ignore his antics.
"That was a blunder! I didn't expect that at all. We're at the same age? I didn't realize that. She looked.. Like an adult," he thought to himself. "I better watch out. She has a lot of opportunities to observe me and if she is planning to kill me, she can do it easily as she knows me more than I know myself."
As they entered the classroom, the hectic noise was replaced by silent murmurs. Everybody is gossiping about the same thing, and no doubt, the object of the gossip is him. He tried to ignore all the gazes and walk to the back end, picking the furthest seat. His reasoning is simple, nobody will turn around and watch him while the class is ongoing. To his surprise, Aryssa took a seat next to him.
"What are you doing?" he yelped.
"Taking. A. Seat." said Aryssa word by word, after letting out a breath. Her brows twitched as she tried to be patient with his erratic behaviour.
"What now? Please, not this early in the morning," she thought.
Most students were also surprised by his yelp and started to whisper to each other.
"He's at it again huh?"
"Poor Aryssa. Can you believe she still puts up with him?"
"How troublesome. Why does he even show up if he doesn't want to study?"
"He's lucky to be the young master of the Ezad Group."
"The benefit of being rich. I must strive to be like that too."
"If I were Aryssa, I'd seduce him and twist him around my finger."
"Leave him Aryssa, he doesn't deserve you."
"Everytime he comes he'd make a scene. This is getting annoying."
Some of the whispers even manage to reach his ears.
"N, No. You can't!" he stammered.
"I can't?" she said in confusion.
"Go sit at the front. You can see better and hear more clearly," he said.
"Are you sure? Usually you would.."
"Yes! Of course. Go, go, go, go " He interrupted her while fluttering his fingers, gesturing her to go. Aryssa makes her way to the front quickly as if afraid that he would change his mind anytime soon.
Not long after, the instructor came in. Ibnor was so lost in his thoughts that he eventually fell asleep.
"... as it was around 50 years ago that the first dungeon appeared. However, during that time, there was… Hey! The student at the back!" the instructor shouted as he noticed someone was sleeping during his lectures. With wide strides he walks towards Ibnor and knocks on his desk repeatedly.
He couldn't help but to frown while trying to open his eyes. One part annoyed because someone disturb his peace while the other was disappointed because he was still hoping that when he opened his eyes, he would be back on earth.
"Hey, raise your head. Look at me when I'm talking to you," the Instructor said impatiently while still knocking on the desk. Veins are popping on his temple. He is furious because he took it as a blatant disrespect when a student ignores him in his class.
"How can you sleep here?" he said, while implying how dare the student sleep in his class.
Slowly, Ibnor raised his head. The instructor's soul almost left his body when he saw Ibnor's face.
"I can't?" Ibnor mumbled, while looking at the instructor with his eyes still half closed. Still gathering his thoughts, that is all that comes out of his mouth.
"Of course you can't, Ibnor. If you're feeling unwell, you don't have to attend the class. It would be much more comfortable just to rest at your home."
"Uh.. am I.. interrupting the class..?"
"N, No! No no. Of course not. As an instructor, my student's well being is my first and foremost priority. You can take leave if you wish, I'll personally fill in the form for you."
"But if I want to stay?"
"Of course you are more than welcome to. Just make yourself comfortable."
The rest of the students can't help but to be amazed at how quickly the instructor's attitude changed when he realized he was talking to Ibnor. Now he looks just like the most caring person in the world. After being rudely awoken, all the sleepiness has disappeared. Thus, the time passed slowly until the next class.
The next class is Weapon Training. All the students have been evaluated and have already selected the weapon that suits them best. As a result, currently all the students made their way to their own department, except Ibnor.
He knows, from playing the game, somehow Ibnor has no affinity with any weapon and this highly frustrates him. Having no affinity with weapons simply means, one will not get past basic proficiency on that particular weapon and in his case, it also means he will never get truly good with any weapon.
"Oh come on.. Really? Usually when one get isekaied, they get some sort of cheats. Where is my wise soul or talents or system? Fine, I don't have my cheats, but why do I get a major disadvantage as well?" he muttered under his breath.
"Hmm? How could I forget? If it's power I seek, I do have it. Well, it seems there's only one thing left to do."
He decided to leave the academy early since there is nothing for him to do there. He searched for his phone and dialled a number.
"Hello, yes, it's me. Pick me up now. Yes, only me. No, she won't be coming. No, let her be. Alright."
Not long after, a limousine is ready to pick him up.
Khaleed is in the middle of training his physical body when suddenly his phone vibrates. He stares a good while at the caller ID, before picking it up.
"I'm still wondering if it's real or if someone is playing pranks on me when I see your name."
"..."
"Not even a greeting to your own brother? Fine. What do you want?"
"I need help."
"Look, I'm tired of cleaning up your mess. It's about time you learn how to handle your own mess. Or even better, grow up and don't create any."
"No, that wasn't it."
"Alright. Explain."
"I'm looking for a personal instructor."
"What for?"
"Training."