I created my own system

"Apollo I don't wanna join clubs" Blair immediately said before his friend could even say which club they should be joining.

"Blair when did I say we would join clubs"

"What do you mean?"

"What else we will make our own obviously

Unlike before the students of the lower class had now befriended the other classes except the Sword Class and High class. The lower class hated the stares from those classes, they could feel their hostile gazes so they decided not to get involved in them. The difference between these two classes from the rest doesn't just step from origin but also to their beliefs.

Their view of being above others made their actions aggressive every time students of the other class outshined them. At first, they never expect anything from the others and any news about them might be related to mischief. As time goes by that all changes since bit by bit they realize that they aren't as special as they think.

And so every time Apollo and his classmates would enjoy the bustling environment of the cafeteria, the dagger stares of the High class would penetrate them. However somehow despite their criticism and discrimination, there is one undisputed truth they can't deny. The strongest among them choose the lowest-ranking class to learn.

His mere name was enough to stop any fights that could arise, their fear of him

"Elliot have you heard the Lower class plans to establish their own club!"

James another student of the High class said making his classmates look at him.

"Really? Why are they causing trouble again couldn't they join any other clubs that have been needing new recruits?"

"Yeah speaking of clubs some of them are on the brink of disbandment, they need more members to survive but we can't really help it since we already join the crown prince's club"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They kept on talking though Caesar didn't dwell on their topic since Astrid and Odysseus needed to assist him. It was a task to manage a project given by the emperor. That project merely consists of relief operations as well as a budget for territories affected by demon outbreaks.

"Your highness I really envy them, they can talk about some nonsensical things yet here we are," Astrid said weakly while her eyes had small dark circles.

"Come now we still need to submit this let's go"

Caesar ordered and five sluggish steps followed behind him.

While they head towards the senior section Caesar begins to think about the issues that currently plunged the empire.

"The dungeon, the outbreaks and..." he suddenly felt a headache knowing the last one made so many headlines that his brother Titus was forced to be deployed.

"The Massacre of Avarice" he said remembering the photos of hundreds of corpses laid out in a hidden city. Not all that but almost half of the royals and aristocrats of the said kingdom faced the same fate as the one in the hidden city.

"Just what kind of thing killed them" he began to think but no spell came to his mind and no physical wounds were present at the victim's bodies.

"In the end, my brother will be the one who will investigate this incident hopefully he will succeed," he thought so until his silhouette entered the dormitory.

While the entire continent faces countless dilemmas from a dungeon to a massacre, the centre of it all and the one who mostly causes the problem has been humming calmly at the administration office.

"You want to establish a club?"

"Yes mam, from what I read from the rule book no year level was required to make your own club, as long as the requirement number is achieved a club can be made"

Alicia's reason because she was forced to take on the role despite it being Apollo's plan.

"May ask how many students plan to join?"

Alicia then looked at the people behind her and the registry officer was surprised to see four freshmen classes gathered in front of her.

"They are the ones that want to join" Alicia simply said while pointing to the crowd.

"Ah....right I see let me proceed with the arrangements!"

And so that day the freshmen students who refused to join the clubs led by the seniors made their club. It became a buzz but after a few days, it all settled down.

Then in class, their professor Alejo gave his new lesson about Survival lesson 2.

"As you may know next week we will have your first practice application. All the lessons I have taught all of you from the first quarter until now will be tested there"

Then he flicked his finger and a set of booklets appeared on the student's desk.

"Study what is inside the booklet and prepare the material that is listed, next week you all will stay at the designated place that will hold your practice application"

He stated that afterwards he ended the class and let his students prepare.

For this practical, the students would be applying the lesson they had learned in Survival Lesson 1 and the half of Survival Lesson 2. In this task, all of their knowledge of their past lessons would be put to use. From beastmology to magic and creation. All of them shall be used in this activity.

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Day of the said practical, students clung to the side of their class ship as it approached this uninhabited island. Their professor, Alejo looked stern, unlike his usual expression which caused his students to feel confused. Alejo continues standing at the rear of the boat, constantly casting glances at his watch.

"Are we actually late?" Casper asked finding it confusing why their professor kept looking at his watch.

The sun was only just beginning to set, which painted the water in shades of orange. With the ship nearing the rocky shore, the professor warned them it was time to disembark. Immediately the students comply. They jumped out of the ship, scurrying out onto the coarse sand, a little plunge at every step of their boots. They had a hard time walking though soon enough they got used to it.

The island was rugged, dotted with dense trees and weird mushrooms. A cluster of tropical birds greeted them with loud, unfamiliar calls.

"Your survival test," Alejo announced, cutting through the hum of excitement and fear.

"You will have three days here to test your knowledge. Remember this is only a practice don't be pressured and just make good use of the resources here"

With that, he handed each student a small survival kit with the bare essentials: a knife, a flint, sleeping equipment, and a few other bits.

"You're going to need to create shelter, find food, and make fire. I'll be back in forty-eight hours."

The students nervously and at the same time were excited as they looked at each other.

The instructor's boat pulled away, leaving them stranded on this island, relying on their training and each other.

At the same time, the other classes arrived and began to settle on the island.

Samantha, the president and leader of the Combat class, took charge. "First, let's see if we can pick out a decent place to build our shelter," she said.

The group marched in the general direction of some trees, but their entry into the thick undergrowth muffled the sounds of their footsteps. They began clearing away an area, sharing their comments with an every-now-and-then thud of a falling branch or rustle of leaves.

Darkness started falling when the sun went behind the trees. Marcus, being a less talkative student, began collecting dry twigs and leaves for the fire. He struck the flint to create the ignition, but the sparks fizzled out just before they caught fire. Being new to this his frustration surfaced, but still he continued.

The young lad had a hard time controlling his strength causing the flint to almost break. However, as soon as he adjusted and figured out the right force he was able to start a fire.

As he finished his task he told his classmates who were assigned to cook to start cooking. Marcus helps out as well while occasionally glancing over at the others, busy constructing their makeshift shelter. The woods and the branches they had gathered allowed them to build by dusk a fairly crude form of shelter.

Some of them began complaining about hunger, their stomachs growling as they waited for the food to cook. It was fortunate that they were able to catch fish and locate fruits in the area. After a few moments, the students of the Combat class were able to eat and satisfy their stomachs.

The island itself was in every way beautiful in its isolation, it now seemed vast and indifferent. The students huddled together trying to stop the cold air from penetrating their bodies. Lying beneath the starlit sky, they heard the sounds of the island: chirping insects, the distant crash of waves, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures.

The only beginning was the real test of their survival skills.