“So, this is the #2 ranked hero school in the country?” Chase munched as he took a bite of his Spicy Burger from Burger Guy’s Supreme.

  In front of him was a school built on massive land with such elegance, grace, and pride that it was hard for anyone not to be amazed by it.

“It’s pretty fancy out here.” Was Chase’s only response as he walked in with the hundreds of other students inside the building.

  Nobody spared more than a passing glance or two at him. This school was pretty far away from his home. He had to take a bus and a train just to walk a couple miles to the school to get here. The exercise would be nice, but Chase doubted any type of exercise would be enough to change this body of his. Looking down at the body that some would describe as horribly obese, he finished the last of his Spicy Burger. Its spicy meat was hot enough to make him feel like gulping down 2 gallons of water. They weren’t kidding when they said it was the hottest burger around. Next time he goes there, he has to try out the Super Spicy Wings and make sure to buy a soothing drink for his burning tongue.

“This way, potential students! For those planning to take the Main Hero Course, head straight forward! Support Hero Course to the right! Business Course to the left!” A staff member shouted.

  Chase turned to the right as he took out a mega-sized bag of barbeque-flavored potato chips. With a careful opening of the bag, he started shoving them down his mouth as he and a sizeable portion of the students went down the right path. Most of the kids went straight, less than that went right, and the left side had the lowest number of kids. The hallways were filled with floating glowing mechanical signs that had arrows to tell them exactly where to head. So, Chase could just snack and walk.

  From all the faces in the crowd, there wasn’t a single one he recognized from his middle school. Not that he would’ve expected to see anyone he recognized, but it’s just one of those things that anyone would do when in a large crowd of people. Try and see if any of the faces are familiar and if they are, cool. If not, oh well. It wasn’t like he had any real friends in his middle school anyway. Other people just didn’t want to stick around him for long. He didn’t care too much about it. Sometimes it just wasn’t meant to be with some people.

“In here, Support Heroes!” A cute little woman waved with a little too much enthusiasm, in Chase’s opinion.

  She was directing them into an open door. Chase ducked his head low as he squeezed through the door that had enough space for 3 regular-sized people to pass through side-by-side. Inside was a wide-open space that reminded Chase of a gymnasium. It was filled with kids. When comparing himself to the others, he was about equal in height to the mechs. Some were dressed in costumes, riding in their personally built robots, flying with jetpacks, rocket shoes, and more. Were they supposed to bring stuff like that? No one told Chase about bringing anything for the test.

  Chase didn’t have a hero costume or anything like that. He wasn’t becoming a hero for some righteous purpose or because of a lifelong dream he’s had since he was a child. Being a hero was the quickest and easiest way of getting rich. The only requirement to becoming a hero was protecting people really well. You didn’t need to have an education, be a citizen, be a human, or be good-looking! His dream was to get extremely wealthy and live a life eating glorious foods till his time was up. He’ll also have to make sure his sister doesn’t become a future villain and share some of that money with his parents for raising him so well.

“Hello, kids. I like to keep things short and to the point. My name is Greg, and you’re about to be tested on if you deserve to be in our support hero course in a few moments.” Greg explained.

  Some of the other kids started clamoring once Greg revealed himself. Chase figured that he must be a famous hero or something because he didn’t recognize the guy at all out of costume. If he cared about who Greg was, he’d probably listen in to the other students excitedly talking about him, but he didn’t so he ate his chips in silence. Well, as silent as you can be eating chips while someone is talking on a stage.

  Chase wasn’t really into heroes all that much, unlike a majority of the children in the world. He respected them for the hard job they did but didn’t really see himself becoming a hero until he learned how much they make and the basically non-existent requirements for becoming a hero. If he was being honest, he didn’t even need to go to this school to become a hero. Just gaining enough popularity on the street was enough for some very lucky individuals. But that would take too much work. He’s read some articles on how those lucky heroes patrolled every single day with little to no rest and pay just to reach the positions they reached. That wasn’t something Chase could endure.

  While Chase was mindlessly eating during Greg’s speech, many members of the crowd, faculty and even Greg himself took notice of this large boy. None of them looked at him in a positive light. Nor did they believe someone like him could possibly pass the test. Chase was dressed in extremely casual clothing. A t-shirt that had the word Fit stretched across it, but each letter contained muscles, some jeans that somehow were able to contain his enormous lower body, and some worn sneakers.

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‘Could this fat ass eat any louder?!’

‘I can’t concentrate on Lightning G’s words!’

‘This student doesn’t show much promise...’

‘Heh... You dare eat, crunch, and smack away while I'm talking?! Kid, you better hope you don’t pass because I'm going to make sure to make your life a living hell in the support course.’ Greg promised.

  As a top hero, he’s never been treated with so much disrespect before by someone of the younger generation. He was a cocky little brat too when he was younger, but the him from back then stood no chance against this boy. It didn’t even look as if he knew where he was right now! Like he somehow stumbled upon the wrong place and just didn’t feel like leaving, so he stuck around. No one was in his eyes but himself.

“Each of you will be taken to an area where you will be able to fully showcase your esper abilities for us to judge. You will be separated by the descriptions of your abilities.” Greg explained.

  Those possessing talents that would increase the fighting strength of their fellow Espers were taken away. The next group was those who could support others without affecting the fighting strength of their fellow Espers. Chase’s group was the leftover group: those who had esper abilities that didn’t fall into either of the other two described categories. One of the staff members had to snap Chase out of his eating trance when his group was leaving.

“Sorry about that.” He shoved the empty bag of chips in his back pocket and walked off.

  In no time, Chase was soon face-to-face with a guy smiling at him and waving inside an isolated testing room.

“Hey there, Chase. I’m here for you to test out your esper ability on. This is just a clone body of mine, so there is no need to hold back, alright?! I can make as many clones as you need. Each one is just as real as you and me.”

“Okay. So, what do I do?”

“Show me your power. Don’t hold anything back either. You want to make it into the school, don’t you?” He grinned.

“Eh, alright.” Chase shrugged as he casually walked over to the clone.

  He grabbed the clone with his huge hands and opened his mouth to a degree that was impossible for normal humans. The clone found himself being lowered into Chase’s mouth before being swallowed whole without being given a chance to resist. No, that wasn’t correct. Even if he tried resisting when the kid grabbed him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to break free of that iron vice-like grip. For the first time in Replicator’s life, he suddenly regretted that he shared the memories of what his clones go through. Being digested by a child more than half his own age and killed so easily made a man frightened for anyone that gets on that child’s bad side.

  In Replicator’s opinion, the kid’s ability was more than enough to make it in the main hero course. His clone was digested in literal seconds in that boy’s stomach acid. He had to make an appointment with Healing Hero: Lady Priest to heal his mind from that experience or ask Darkness Hero: Nightmare to erase the memory of it ever happening from him. This wasn’t something he could forget just by not thinking about it.

“What now?” Chase asked no one in particular.

  Eating a person was a lot different from any of the hundreds of thousands of foods he’s tried. It wasn’t a taste that he’d go crazy over or anything like that. But it was unique and flavorful. That Spicy Burger from this morning was tastier, but that clone was more fulfilling in satisfying his hunger. Eh, he’d rate humans as a 6/10.

  He heard some murmuring from outside the door. Around 5 or 10 minutes later, a woman peeked her head in from the door and was saying something to him. But she was speaking so quietly he couldn’t hear a thing.

“Speak up!” He yelled so loudly that his voice echoed inside the testing room.

  She jumped with such a fright that she banged her head against the door’s header. Did she have mental problems or something?

“Is there anything else your esper ability can do!?” She squeaked. He nodded, and a second clone came in a few seconds later.

“I don’t believe I'll be able to handle another demonstration of your ability if it involves going in your mouth. Can you explain it to me?” Replicator asked.

“I can carry people in my stomach instead of just eating them.” Chase told him.

“How strong is your stomach exactly...?”

“I’m tough.” Was his answer.

“Can it survive being shot by a bullet?”

“I’ve never been shot before.” He answered.

“Well. That’s something I'm sure your teachers can find out later. Congratulations, Chase Wiggle, you’ve been accepted in the Support Course at Extraordinary High! Your books, uniform, and acceptance letter will be sent to your address. You may leave or stay and enjoy the tour of your new school.” Replicator congratulated.

“Cool. See ya later.” Chase grabbed a box of candy out of his pocket and started eating it as he made his way out.

  No look of joy, shock, pride or anything was present on his face. His response to being accepted into the #2 school for heroics was the same as if he found an extra chicken in his 8-piece box of chicken nuggets. Probably the first time they’d seen a response like this from a student since they started working here. Replicator was interested in seeing just how far a unique student like that would go.