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

Four seconds!

That was all it took for a Clestail heir to be pierced in the neck and kicked away from the building, his blood splattered all over the wall in a malevolent decoration.

All everyone saw was a bright flash of light, and then they witnessed a figure being lifted into the air by a dagger.

Blood pouring all over the walls as he disappeared downward.

They hadn't even seen Nolan move at all! And even Nolan didn't even look in the direction where the young man was sent flying too.

He simply didn't give a damn whether he lived or even died. Trying to be a leader or the most badass have it's responsibilities and consequences and Nolan simply show that to him.

It had nothing to do with him.

DRIP... DRIP...

The sound of blood dripping onto the ground echoed, raining down from the bloodstained dagger. Once more, his voice boomed through the entire hallway.

"Who lived in this room?"

This time, it voice carried the incredible rage simmering beneath a poker expression.

Instantly, the gathered students shifted to the side, leaving a single person standing before Nolan.

"Wait... I..." Ayu tried to speak, but all he felt was his hair being grabbed.

The next moment, everything moved with blinding speed.

Glass shattered to pieces, and a blast of cold air slammed into his body.

Finally, the world came to a stop. When Ayu took in his surroundings, his face paled.

He was dangling helplessly in the air from Nolan's arm, positioned just outside the window of the room.

Beneath him, the ground lay 700 meters away. His heart chilled as he looked downward.

There was no way he would survive such a fall without breaking a few bones...

"Please, listen to me! I swear, I didn't want to do this. I was only following orders..." Ayu pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.

"Relay my words to Quinn, if you ever see him again..." Nolan suddenly said, cutting off Ayu, whose face turned a shade paler.

"If he hits me hard, I hit... HARDER!" Nolan whispered, his words echoing through the entire alleyway.

A shrill scream followed, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ayu roared, desperately trying to grab hold of Nolan's hand, but failed miserably as Nolan released his grip on his hair.

The young man plummeted from the window, hurtling downward with terrifying speed.

VRRROOOOOM

The incredible friction set him ablaze, and when he landed on the ground, a loud bang was heard, followed by blood and body parts splattering in every direction.

The students walking down below were more than surprised as they looked up at where the figure had fallen.

Shock flashed across their faces when they saw Nolan's calm expression, slowly moving away from the window...

Turning his gaze to the people behind him, Nolan said a single word.

"Leave!"

That one order sent all of them scurrying away like little rabbits as a burst of air exploded from Nolan's body, slamming the opened door shut.

[Now, you have to fix the window. You're too brutish!] the system blamed as a grin curved on Nolan's face.

"Opening the window wouldn't have given the right vibe, compared to outright shattering it with his body. I'm sure my message was sent quite clearly now."

"And I can always fix the window, with his money, of course," Nolan said with a dark smile as he looked to the side and found the wallet left on the table, belonging to the guy he had just thrown down.

[Never would I have thought you'd throw a student out of a window and then take his wallet too. You're low-key a monster...] the system commented as Nolan opened up the wallet, finding a decent sum in it. He smiled brilliantly.

"This should be enough to fix the broken window and get some clothes for myself since the ones I'm wearing belong to Wiro," Nolan said with satisfaction.

"I'm not a good soul, system. My soul might be darker than I look..." Nolan muttered, believing in himself unflinchingly.

Nolan wasn't really a good soul.

Everything he did was for simple reasons. If it justified itself to him, he would act on it. If it went against his values, he wouldn't hesitate to leave it.

Throwing out a guy who had chased him out of his home and used his house for three years wasn't against Nolan's principles at all. And he hadn't even blinked before he did it.

He wouldn't say he was a hero or a good soul at all.

If he had to kill a hundred people, as long as he had a reason justifiable to his own common sense, the only thing that would stop him was his ability.

"Now, I have my dorm room back. After three years..." Nolan whispered as he looked around the room.

It was perfectly kept and tidy, and it seemed the students who had been staying there shared his belief in cleanliness.

Not only was the sofa incredibly comfy, but the floor was tiled in a beautiful white, and the glasses on the table were among the most beautiful designs Nolan had ever seen.

There were three other doors, and entering them, he discovered they were no less impressive. The bathroom actually had a bathtub and a shower at the side, all equally tiled like the parlor.

The second door led to the bedroom, which had an extra-gigantic master-sized bed, large wardrobes, and some other room furniture.

The third door led to the kitchen, whose golden-colored cabinets were all stocked with food.

It was a revolting contrast to Nolan's previous room, which seemed like a dustbin compared to this.

This was what had been given to him by the academy, yet denied him for three years!

"Everything they take away from me, I'll take back and return the pain of losing it tenfold!"

Nolan swore with conviction before he exhaled loudly, clearing away his rage, and walked into the bedroom to settle himself down.