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

Once class ended, Nolan headed back to his dorm room, placed his bag onto the sofa, and walked into the kitchen.

It was filled to the brim with food, and Nolan didn't feel like wasting any by throwing it out. So, in the end, he decided to 'safekeep' it for himself.

Fortunately, the trash he had sent flying out the window yesterday had not come back to knock at his door, nor did any of the goons backing him up yesterday show up either.

No instructor cared about it, nor was Nolan punished for his actions, even though the news likely spread throughout the academy.

This only revealed that the trash who bullied Nolan and had banned him from his dorm room was nothing more than trash himself in the academy's eyes.

They couldn't even be bothered to seek justice for him.

The only person Nolan expected backlash from was the one Anu was working for, and he could easily guess that it was none other than Quinn himself.

If Anu was truly Quinn's lackey, then it was certain that even if they planned on overlooking his previous actions, they wouldn't anymore.

Right now, they were probably thinking of the best way to make him suffer.

Still, he was more than prepared for it.

Taking his mind off the events, he settled in the present, grabbing a small book manual from the cabinet in the kitchen, where he found the materials to make the best steak delicacy of all time.

He quickly opened the fridge, grabbed the frozen meat, and got to work.

Unsurprisingly, the technology of the Celestial Realm had almost no difference compared to what Nolan was familiar with on Earth, enabling him to finish the cooking with only a burnt finger and face, which quickly healed.

He messed up twice while cooking, earning himself a worthy mark of having cooked his first meal by himself.

As expected of his stomach, he cooked plenty.

Sitting down on the large sofa, he gulped down every single thing present on the table, his stomach bulging to an almost unbelievable level as he slid down the sofa and collapsed on his back.

[You're overdoing it!]

The system said to Nolan, who could barely breathe as he remained on the floor, feeling it to be warm yet cold to his skin at the same time. He smiled brilliantly, even though he felt he was about to burst.

The truth was, for five days now, Nolan hadn't eaten anything substantial. All he had were some fruits and the meats he 'took' from Wiro's house.

Only now was he finally able to satiate those hungry cells, and he felt more alive than ever.

He wasn't overdoing anything.

Rising up on all fours, Nolan grabbed the plate and crawled into the kitchen to put it back before crawling all the way to his bedroom.

He took off his clothes and jumped on the comfy bed, which threw him up a couple of times.

Less than five seconds later, the loudest snore in the entirety of human existence could be heard from Nolan's bedroom, bouncing wildly off the walls.

Thankfully, the dorm walls were soundproof, preventing other students from getting distracted by the happenings of another dorm room, so no one knocked on his door.

Like this, Nolan remained in an incredibly deep sleep for close to five hours straight before his eyebrows slowly twitched, and he opened his eyes once more.

Moving his hand to his stomach, he found it had gone back to its normal flat surface, and he smiled.

"It seems not only my strength improved. My digestive ability also went up a notch," Nolan mused to himself. With sleep completely gone from his eyes and feeling as energetic as ever, Nolan decided to go waste that energy... in the training hall.

They weren't given any assignments anyway, and he didn't feel like burying himself in the books, so in the end, he simply decided to go to the training room.

He might have gained new abilities, but without familiarizing himself with them, they might as well be useless.

With that thought, he grabbed his clothes off the stand and headed out the door. His hand reached for the knob when suddenly it paused for a few seconds as Nolan's senses faintly picked up a strange substance.

When he opened the door in one immediate jerk, he found no one before the door, and there were about seven students entering or leaving their own dorm rooms too.

Still, Nolan's eyes narrowed as he felt the smell lingering outside his door, tracing it to a robed figure who took the stairs at the side and disappeared.

Nolan then looked down at the step of his door, where a strange dark powder had been poured.

It was in the shape of some strange Chinese-like symbols, and his eyes furrowed, seeing the strange brown light dimming and brightening.

It was clear that this was no ordinary powder.

[They're finally acting back, huh? That powder is used to cast runic inscriptions that can be imbued with special magical effects. If they're putting it before your door, it must mean they're trying to inscribe a magic that can either keep you locked in there for some time or maybe a mass accessible teleportation rune?]

The system debated, but Nolan didn't care too much about it.

In the next instant, he stamped his leg hard on it, a powerful wave of air emanating forth and blasting the powder through the entire hallway.

Mysteriously, it faded away like ashes in a storm.

"Cheap tricks," he mused, unimpressed, before slamming his door shut and heading towards the training area.

If they wanted him, they could simply come on in. Spreading some shitty powder over his door, and running away once caught isn't a sign or symbol that Nolan appreciated.

So in the end, he simply shrugged it off and quickly stepped out of the huge Greek Descent building, under the gaze of the students, disappearing as quickly as he appeared to them.