Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World-Chapter 85: Cyric Nowar

A list of subjects appeared on the board.

Core:

Dueling IGroup Combat ISpell Weaving IMagical Warfare Tactics I

Electives:

Runes and Glyphs IDemonic and Eldritch Studies IRituals and Hexes I The Study of ArcanaMonster Anatomy I

"Aside from the core subjects, you would need to pick two electives. The details of each of the courses have already been sent to your academy-designated bracelet. You have until the end of the day to go through all of them and make your selections. Otherwise, it would be randomly designed for you." Rowena spoke.

"Carefully think it through; these choices will affect the rest of your year. Also, don’t be hasty, and at least wait until the end of the classes. We are going to conduct a practical test today after this class to see if any of the professors would be interested in picking any of you as their personal disciples. In case you are chosen, you can go and talk to them for advice on what elective to choose."

"Other than that, you can check your timetable and a detailed overview of the courses in your bracelet; if you have any doubts, you can ask me for the rest of the class." Saying so, Rowena walked behind the teacher’s podium and sat down on her seat, taking out a laptop-like device before proceeding to begin working.

I slowly looked over to my side towards Soren, who was still staring at Seylith in the distance. Just why had he suddenly become so hostile towards Seylith? I couldn’t understand.

Was it something related to that ring? He had been staring at it with that strange expression.

But what could it be? In the original story Soren had been an orphan hunter who used to work in a shop selling beast parts. The only reason he had become antagonistic towards Seylith was because of that altercation with one of his lackeys.

Was that not the case? Could there be something deeper behind his decision to go against Seylith?

Soren eventually looked away from Seylith and took out his bracelet to check out the course details. I obliged as well, slowly turning my gaze back to my own bracelet.

Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with me. Soren could go against Seylith all he wanted; I was going to disappear after today’s classes anyway.

Deciding so, I opened the new message I had gotten from the academy detailing the courses.

Putting Dueling, Group Combat, Spell Weaving, and Magical Warfare Tactics as core while making all the theory subjects elective, they were really going all out focusing on combat.

The real question, however, was what electives I should pick. Rituals and Hexes seemed interesting, so did The Study of Arcana.

"Hey, have you decided what subjects you are going to pick?" Soren poked me from the side.

Oh, right, I had to think of him, too. The last thing I wanted was for us to get stuck in the same classes.

"I don’t know." I simply replied. "All of them seem interesting."

"I know, right." Soren beamed the previous tension when he had stared down Seylith, completely disappearing from his demeanor. "I really want to take the Demonic and Eldritch Studies as one."

"Well, we still have time until sundown; it isn’t like someone is going to pick us Second Stage Body Refinement students as their personal disciples." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

I nodded in agreement while inwardly shaking my head in derision. Of course, I wasn’t going to get picked, but Soren...

In the original storyline, Soren was chosen by Cyric Novar, one of our battle instructors, as his personal disciple in his sixth month in the academy, after he had shown off his power in the academy-wide tournament.

And boy, it had been brutal. Apparently, Cyric Nowar was one of the strongest weapon masters in the entire alliance, having gone through numerous wars that ultimately led to the formation of the alliance itself. The guy knew no mercy, which was further highlighted by the way he would train Soren.

From forcing him to survive the most dangerous regions of the expanse and making him climb mountains for food.

Honestly, I didn’t envy Soren for what was going to happen to him. Unlike in the story, this time, Soren had already shown off some of his skills in his battle against the Glyms, so I had a strong suspicion that he was already under Cyric’s radar.

This was also one of the reasons behind my confidence in avoiding Soren. Cyric was famous for taking Soren out for month-long training trips, only to bring him back when he was close to death.

All I had to do was avoid him and Cyric today in the next class; then, I wouldn’t even have to worry about staying away from him.

Both of us would be the perfect acquaintances who only see each other every now and then.

With my mood improving, I began reading through the course details and deciding which courses were going to be the best for my future goals.

Every now and then, some student would raise their hands and ask Rowena some questions, only to be met by an annoyed sigh on her part every time she looked away from her laptop’s screen.

The homeroom class soon ended, and Rowena immediately rushed out of the class, leaving us behind with instructions on how to head to the training ground.

We did as we were told, and students soon got from their seats and began heading towards our destination, all the while checking their injuries from yesterday and throwing hateful glances toward me and Soren.

We soon reached our destination. The training ground was designed in the way of a colosseum, with a large arena in the center, surrounded by thousands of seats on all sides.

One of the teaching assistants guided us inside the arena in front of the entire first-year faculty who were sitting in the stands.

I carefully scanned the professors, going through each one of them one by one, until I saw Cyric sitting in the corner, looking at Soren with an amused expression on his face.

This was great. I couldn’t help as a wide smile appeared all over my face.

Only for it to extinguish in horror as Cyric’s gaze shifted towards me, his expression becoming even more amused.