God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

The next day came, and the sun seemed even brighter than usual, giving the majority of the students some hope amidst the stifling pressure that surrounded the various dormitories.

One could almost notice that every student in the dorm room was unusually quiet, and the tempo of their beating hearts seemed to be faster than normal.

All of it was due to the significance of this day. Today would be the day their destiny would be written.

Those who would be able to ascend to the heavens in a single step, dazzling the world with their potential—which could only increase even more in the future—would be separated from those who would be considered not even worth mentioning at all in the future.

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The golden sunlight filtered through the slightly widened panes, illuminating the face of a figure lying in bed, albeit with two of his eyes wide opened.

Nolan had not understood why, but he had been unable to sleep throughout the entire night after he had woken up.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get his mind off the system's words, and even right now, as he touched his chest, he could finally hear the slightly increased tempo.

SIGGHH

A faint sigh escaped his lips as he slept on the bed, unmoving while his contrasting eyes looked at the flaming hot sun in the distance.

The system made no comments at all, allowing him to continue his train of thought.

After ten minutes of dazed staring, Nolan's palm shifted to the side as his dagger appeared in his hand.

It was as sharp and enigmatic-looking as before, with the crimson flames on it gently burning.

Slowly, Nolan rotated the blade in his hands, causing a whooshing sound from the air getting sliced within his palms, as the blade revolving speed quickly began rising.

The scene took him back to the first time when he had arrived at the academy.

The dagger had been a rusty blade whose edge couldn't even be seen due to the rust on it, and Nolan's body had been so weak that his hands bent to the ground from simply holding the dagger.

Yet right now, here was the dagger, gleaming with a deadly light and crimson flames burning from it.

As if it weighed less than a feather, it ran around like a blur between Nolan's fingers and palm before ultimately stopping, a mini-blast of air blowing forth through the entire room from the sudden stop.

'I have really grown since I arrived in this world. That's something I can't refute.'

'In my past life, there was zero growth at all. My future had been bleak, with the same thing occurring over and over again and destined to remain that way until the day I die.'

'But here, I can feel my growth. Almost every day, I grow stronger. It's been less than three months or so, and I have achieved this in such a short duration.'

"The growth is as clear as this burning sun.' Nolan thought silently staring at the golden bulb of light in the distance.

'And as long as I see improvement in myself, then no matter how dangerous this world gets, no matter how tough the battle is, I would still have preferred it compared to my former lifetime.'

't would still be the best thing that ever happened to me,' Nolan reaffirmed to himself.

Ever since Nolan had arrived in this world, there was barely anything that had given him reason to even think about his life.

His real life, which he lived on Earth. But now, the issues he faced made Nolan think about it.

His past life had been worse than this.

Back then, his fate had been sealed, and he knew that well.

He had no father, no mother, no friends that really deeply cared for him, no one that respected him at all, no recognition, no substantial accomplishment, no lover.

He had been a handsome young man on Earth, but Nolan couldn't even get himself a lover.

Itwasn't due to inability; it was due to fear!

If he died early, which he knew he would, there would be a possibility that the company might just direct his bleak life of slavery to his offspring, just like how he too had inherited his life of slavery from his father.

Nolan couldn't imagine someone having to bear through the pain that had killed him, just because he was the one who gave birth to them.

He had planned for his father's bloodline to end with him.

But then there was this world.

He might not have a loving father or mother. He didn't even have the memories of that at all. But Nolan knew he was growing.

He had grown stronger, he had gained the recognition of people.

He now had someone who deeply cared for him, someone who would remain loyal to him until eternity.

He had people who respected him for who he was.

No matter how bleak this life appears to be, the truth was, it could never be as bleak as the one which he had lived.

He had gone through literal hell to make this life any sort of difficult at all.

"So, either a life of slavery, or a life where I become the enemy of an eternal Plane, or a world where I eventually accomplish my goal.'

'Whatever it is, I will know I have lived a pretty good life too. It would have all been worth it in the end. No matter how bad it is. It would all be worth it. I know'

Nolan reaffirmed himself, and the second he did that, he felt his formerly quickened heart immediately slow down to its tempo, and his hands, which were formerly oddly shaking, instantly returned back to normal.

Peace descended on him, one that could be comparable to that of a person who had the weight of a mountain caried off his shoulders.

And immediately, Nolan kept his dagger before jumping off his bed.

"Time to see the results," he said with a beaming smile before quickly preparing himself, and soon, he was out of his dorm room, skipping to the Newcomer Hall, eyes focused and will reaffirmed once more.

And perhaps even greater than before.