Slye meditated for the next hour until his clothes were dry, and no one else entered the laundromat in this time. He took his clothes and went home. Putting his pants away, he felt his wallet and took it out just to see it was devoid of any cash. There wasn't much in there to begin with, but it must have been taken while he was unconscious. Slye decided to go to school the upcoming day, since he didn't have money for groceries then the lunch he would get at school would be the only food he'd have for a while.

It was about 1:00 am, and school started at 9, so if he wanted he could get a bit of sleep then go to school. The walk to his school was about a half hour, going to the center of the city.

Slye opened his status and wanted to assign new classes to himself with the open thoughts, and he tapped on one of the open class positions.

Class unassigned.

Choose a class below, or come back at a later time if you unlock more

Warrior

Slye sighed, he thought at least he would have unlocked another class choice. The two basic classes everyone has access to are "Blacksmith" and "Warrior". This choice defines your life, choosing warrior means you can get access to evolving your class into other fighting-based classes, and blacksmith is where you go into being into production for the rest of your life. It was a weird system, but you also unlocked classes based off of what you did, which just gave rich people and nobles even more advantages in life. For example, noble children would have access to jobs which matched their titles, the son of a baron would have the baron class, a duke's son would have duke, and so on. Parents could also pay to have their child tutored by a certain class, which increases their chances of that class being immediately available.

The richest had access to their talents though, which was a strong skill that every person had but could only be activated if you had activated a talent stone. Most people's talent skills were at minimum rank B and there were those that could grow, called evolving talents. Each person who has a talent hides what it is for the most part, so the information on exactly what they are is kept confidential. That was a long way off for Slye though, since talent stones were only dropped by strong monsters, usually A-grade monsters or rarely B-grade monsters as well.

Slye decided to just go to sleep instead of staying up later, setting his alarm and passing out. When he woke up in the morning, he felt a lot more refreshed than when he came back to life. It could have just been because he was on a bed this time, but he felt a lot better than he did before, though he could still feel the injuries were still there. Slye put his school outfit on and left the apartment at about eight.

The sun was rising above the horizon, and gave a nice view of dawn with orange permeating the sky around the landscape. Getting to the school was boring, and so were his first few classes for the most part. It was interesting how much easier school felt with a massive intelligence stat, he understood everything the teachers were saying and a lot of the stuff he was learning now was stuff that he already learned before. Mathematics didn't change much between the worlds, meaning the him who almost graduated engineering for college was overpowered for learning high-school math and physics. Even if it was a futuristic-ish societies mathematics and physics.

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Unfortunately, missing school two days in a row then perfectly answering the first worksheet Slye saw did raise some eyebrows and he was asked to stay with the teacher for lunch. Slye was sitting at his desk and when the other students left, the teacher stood in front of his desk.

"Slye, what do you want me to make of this?" he said in a strict tone then continued, "You went missing for two days and now you come back with scratches all over your face and became a genius? We both know your grades before make this suspicious.". Slye sighed because he knew the teacher was right. He was teetering on the edge of failure before, and even he could admit that his situation at the moment looked super suspicious, to say the least.

Slye was never good at social situations in most of his lives, and he ended up lying "I fell down in the shower and ended up hitting my head, I crawled onto my bed and ended up passing out for a couple days. When I woke up I felt smarter.". That was probably the worst lie ever told, Slye thought to himself the moment his words left his mouth.

The teacher sighed then he replied in a softer tone "That has to be one of the worst lies I have ever been told. I can tell you have things you want to hide, whatever it is I'm not going to get you to tell me. If it's cheating however, you know I have zero tolerance for it and you will be expelled."

Slye responded again, "I'm not cheating"

"I'll believe you became a genius overnight if you keep giving me reason too, I am just letting you know my policy on cheaters in my class. You are free to leave now.".

The message was clear, he was being accused of cheating but he wasn't being investigated for it. He wasn't cheating, so he didn't really have to worry about it. There was about twenty minutes left of lunch when Slye got his food and sat down at his regular table. No one else was there as usual for about five minutes until a taller student with short hair and a couple other students arrived at his table.

”Slye you fucking loser, I almost got in trouble after you went missing after our last meeting.” He said with a hint of anger in his voice.

The Slye from before would have been scared and apologized, but now he felt his newfound confidence as he replied, “Yeah it’s a miracle what beating someone half to death will do to them.”.

Bruce grinned and replied, “It’s not my fault you can’t handle some friendly rough housing. Where is your arrogance coming from? Is it your new wig? What happened to your short brown hair?”.

Slye stood up and looked at Bruce in the eye, before telling him “Bruce, I’m sick of your shit. Seven days from now I will be challenging you to a duel. Leave me alone until then.”.

Bruce’s grin went even wider, “I might have given you brain damage from that, didn’t I? I’m from house Williston and you think you can beat me in a duel? I’ll be leaving you alone, but if you are too weak and die in a duel, that’s only to be expected from you.”, he replied with a mix of anger, surprise, and arrogance.

After Bruce and his crowd walked away, Slye got back to thinking to himself. House Williston was one of the biggest warrior families in the city, a lot of them end up personally drafted to the kings personal guard or become high ranking military personnel. It wasn’t an understatement to say they were some of the most powerful people in the city, and by duelling even the third son of the current house head it was equivalent to declaring them an enemy of yours.

Slye could feel it though, he was close to being able to intake chi, and when that happens he will become much stronger than he currently is. Slye theorized that he could probably reach late-stage and possibly even start working on starting magic after that.