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!The bell rang.
The oppressive atmosphere shattered, replaced by nervous chatter as students gathered their belongings. Some faces were pale with fear, while others burned with ambition.
Kael remained seated for a moment longer. He had not yet fully adapted to his new identity, and throughout the lesson he had deliberately kept himself as discreet as possible, careful not to draw attention to the subtle changes within him.
And Only after the classroom had begun to empty did Kael finally allow himself to fully accept his new identity—Kael Nyx Greystone.
It had to be said: in this life, he had been fortunate.The body he had transmigrated into not only shared the same name as his own, but also possessed an almost identical personality.
This coincidence made the transition far easier than Kael had expected, allowing him to blend in naturally without forcing himself to act out of character.
And Unlike those protagonist who transmigrated into poor family or has orphan , Kael had transmigrated in a very powerful and well-established family.
Even in this world of gods, his parents were exceptional—both had reached the level of High-God, standing only a single step away from the realm of Overgod.
Because of this, Kael would never lack resources before reaching the High-God stage himself.
And unlike the cold or neglectful parents so often seen in such stories, his parents genuinely cared for him.
They loved him so much that they had even assignedhim a personal servants at the realm of demigod solely to look after him.
when the classroom was nearly empty, he rose, and begin to walking out the classroom. .
As Kael walked out of the classroom, his expression remained calm.
"Kael!"
"Kael!"
"Kael!"
Christian's voice pulled him back to reality.
Christian jogged up beside him, smiling as usual. "You heading back to the dorms"Yes," Kael replied, his tone steady—just as it had always been.
Christian studied him for a brief moment, frowning slightly.
"You seem… different today."
Kael stopped and met his gaze.
"Different how?"
"I don't know," Christian admitted. "Calmer, maybe. Like nothing really bothers you."
Kael smiled faintly.
"After today's lesson, who wouldn't be?"
Who could have imagined that the gap between demigods was so broads
The difference was like the gab between a blazing star and a speck of dust—one a being represent perfection, while the other is hmph is meaningless."
…nothing.
Christian sighed and said,
"You're right. In the face of a god, we demigods—who consider ourselves the pinnacle of evolution—are nothing. But dust."
He paused, then added, his voice lower, almost uneasy:
"But fortunately, we were born into the human race, not a others race . I've heard that there are races where demigods are considered like nothing more than food for the most powerful gods.
""I've heard the same," Kael finally said, his voice calm . "In some races, hierarchy isn't just about power. It's written into their blood. From the moment they're born, their fate is already decided.
"Christian swallowed. "So no matter how hard they struggle…"
"They never truly escape it," Kael finished. "At best, they survive longer."
The gap widened—not just between gods and demigods, but between races, between fate and betweenfamily.
Some were allowed to dream of ascension. Others were never meant to look up at the sky.Christian clenched his fists. "That's cruel."
Kael gave a faint, tired smile. "The universe doesn't care about cruelty. Only about balance… or convenience."
He looked ahead, toward the distant spires of the academy rising like silent witnesses.
"At least as humans," he continued, "we are permitted to walk the path. Even if the end of that path is uncertain."
Christian nodded slowly.
"We're lucky to be born into a race that protects us and gives us the opportunity to become gods."
Kael nodded in response.
"And that's why we should cherish this chance—and do everything in our power to reach the status of a god, and shed ourselves of this ant-like state."
"You're right," he said. "If we were given this chance… then wasting it would be the real sin.
"Kael's gaze drifted forward, toward the distant sky beyond the academy walls. The clouds hung high above, vast and indifferent, just like the gods who ruled from beyond them.
"You're right," Kael said quietly. "In this world, weakness is the original sin."
Christian fell silent, thinking about the weight of those words.
Kael turned to him and gave a brief nod. "I'll see you later."
Then, without another word, he parted ways with Christian and headed straight toward his dormitory, his steps calm and steady.
Kael's footsteps echoed softly along the quiet corridors of the academy.
He reached his dormitory and entered. No sooner had he stepped inside than he was greeted by one of the demigod servants of the household—Silvia.
She was a young woman, about 1.80 meters tall, possessing breathtaking beauty and eyes that could stop anyone in their tracks. Kael gave her a brief nod before taking the time to observe the dormitory.
Despite being called a "dormitory," the space offered little in the way of modesty—it rivaled a luxurious manor in both size and opulence. Plush furnishings, ornate decorations, and carefully arranged details made the room as much a statement of wealth as a place to live.
Kael walked further into the dormitory, his eyes scanning the space. Every corner was meticulously arranged, from the polished wooden floors to the elegant drapes that framed the tall windows.
Shelves lined with rare books and scrolls hinted at the knowledge and resources available to him.Silvia followed silently, carrying a tray with refreshments. She placed it on a small table near
the seating area and bowed slightly.
"Welcome back, Master Kael," she said politely. "Everything has been prepared for your comfort."
Kael nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Silvia."He moved toward a large desk near the window, taking a seat to review some of the texts laid out before him.
The view outside was just as impressive as the room itself—the academy's sprawling grounds stretched far into the distance, with towering spires and courtyards that gleamed in the sunlight.
"For now, the dormitory offered him everything he could require—space, resources, and privacy."