The Veilwalker

Zen and his friends stood at a distance away from the rest of their classmates watching them interact with Alex after he stepped out of the combat systems.

When the event concluded, the excited ones wanted to ask Alex how he was able to master his abilities to such an extent. This got everyone on board and resulted in the crowd forming around the entrance.

"So, what do you think?" Amon asked, his gaze shifting from the small gathering to Zen. He noticed how Zen's brow was furrowed in thought. Naturally, he was going to support his friend no matter what.

They had been together for a very long time, and while the dynamics among their little group seemed like goons just following behind Zen, it was generally born out of respect for his strength.

"His performance was impressive without a doubt. But you forget…" Zen said and looked over to Amon and the rest of his friends, "… The stage he played on was for the amateurs, the weaklings of the first years.

"That spear throw he did, any one of us could do the same. It's catchy and effective for eliminating a large group of people, but that's it. It worked now, it won't come easy again." He finished, returning his gaze to the small interaction ongoing.

His words made his friends furrow their brows in contemplation, and the more they thought about it, the more sense it made to them.

Alex's spear throw was the most impactful thing out of the battle royale event. It worked so well because no one expected it. Additionally, those students were simply too weak to do anything about it.

His class and theirs were not the same. They started as first years, but they were leagues away from that bunch.

"So, do you have a plan?" Phell Cussell, another one-horned human of the group asked Zen. While he agreed with his friend for obvious reasons, Alex's strength was no joke, he was the strongest first year, at least in terms of physical abilities.

Zen nodded, "Of course I do, but that would depend on what the main competition would be. Without knowing exactly what it will entail, I can't make adjustments to them."

"I agree…. But there is one more thing, his light manipulation skill. I don't know how he did it considering the difficulty involved, if nothing is done about it, it could be his saving grace."

This time around, Collins Radell, a normal human male, added his thoughts. Zen may have a plan of action to fight Alex, but if they failed to see him, it would all be for nothing. It would be pointless to have a plan then.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Of course, Zen had also considered that too, and he was not sure how to overcome that as he did not awaken with dark-sclera eyes as some hunters do due to its presence in their bloodline.

"That… I'm not sure. But we already have an agreement as to when we would fight." Ever since he had challenged Alex during the orientation, there had been no major interactions between them.

However, there was an understanding that sooner or later, they'd have to conform; Alex said so himself, right before everyone in class.

"Regardless, it's still possible to defeat him," Zen added in the end. Alex had nearly been eliminated at the beginning by a girl called Abigail Reed from what he found out, and if she could do it, how much more someone more capable with a larger pool of mana reserves?

With that statement, Zen turned around and walked away. There was nothing more to see there.

Two days was still enough time to make final preparations for the main event and he would not squander it playing around.

He more than anyone knew how strong his opponent was, after all, he planned on beating him. And while he had faith in his abilities, anything could happen.

The strong could fall if they become negligent. That was not something new for it had been proven time and again.

'Alex… We're almost there. You better make your preparations before we face each other because this time, there'd be no escape. Not even Julia would stand in the way of that!' His final thoughts echoed in the depths of his mind with a small grin appearing on his face.

He was more than excited about facing Alex in the main event, and he was going to do whatever was possible to defeat him and show the world that he was better.

His friends turned around and watched him leave. After exchanging glances with each other, they followed behind him. They had no problem with Alex, but as friends of Zen, they had to show their support.

Of course, that was only on the outside. In the privacy of their minds, some of them like Amon Kai, found the whole thing unwarranted.

There was no point in doing what he planned on doing but they also knew the kind of person he was after years of moving together.

Zen had been one to stay on the lips of everyone around him, talking about his feats, talents and future as a potential hunter made him the happiest. And because he did not get that when he arrived here, he decided to get it from the person who had it.

Amon did not understand how that worked, but he wasn't one to judge. Naturally, they had also tried talking him out of it, but to no avail. Zen was hellbent on fighting Alex. He even claimed it was fated.

'Hopefully, this all dies down very quickly.' Amon thought to himself, turning his head to look at his classmates and their interactions.

He soon noticed the students clearing a path towards Julia. This made him smile in amusement as he understood what happened.

Even a blind person could see how Julia was smitten with Alex and how possessive she was of him. He wished he had someone fond of him like that. That was every man's dream, at least for the most part.

'Lucky bastard….'