News of what transpired on the combat practice yesterday had now reached the ears of other classes.

"How could the most elite class of Tyresia only win one battle?"

"Told ya, man, they have been placed there just because of potential but clearly they still lack the skill,"

"looks like a lot of students from that class will be demoted next year,"

The hallway buzzes with chatter and noise from other students.

Even the Honor Class of the Mages could not help but be disappointed seeing that their sister class was defeated one-sidedly by a class lower than theirs.

Troi who had drunk three cups of coffee by now carefully moved the pen in his hand.

He can no longer rely on his memory as each day passes slowly but surely he knows that he might not remember some contents of the novel.

So he decided to write them down in a notebook he had bought.

"Okay after, that, I'm pretty sure this is what happens,"

[What are these words human?]

Theos through Troi's eyes could not help but be curious about what his sole follower was writing.

It was letters he had never seen before,

He could not understand it or read it no matter how hard he tried.

Of course, the forgotten God did not know that Troi was writing the contents of the novel using the language of his hometown.

[They are the future, Theos.]

[The future?]

[Then that means they're the events you could see through time itself?]

[Yes,]

[Why are you writing them down?]

[My visions get weaker each day so I decided to write them down in case I might forget]

Theos could not understand the letters so he did not know why Troi was so adamant on trying so hard to not let himself forget them.

So he asked him for even a god could sometimes be curious.

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[May I ask something of you human?]

[Yes?]

[What have your visions shown you?]

The black pen on Troi's hand stopped in its place.

Troi hesitated to tell him.

About the barren land of corpses accompanied by a bloodied sky that appeared before him in a dream.

But he then remembered that without Theos he wouldn't have achieved this far.

With a slight pause, he soon opened his mouth.

[Visions of Catastrophe, Theos]

[Catastrophe?]

[The seven sins led by a sovereign will turn this world to nothing but ash.]

The thousand eyes of Theos all widened in surprise.

A world-ending event that would cause chaos and death all over the world.

And the young man before him was the only one who knew about it.

He could not imagine how heavy such a burden it was for a mere mortal.

He felt it before,

The first time he had seen him with his eyes.

Something within him,

A raging fire that refused to die.

But now knowing the true gravity of what his shoulders bear.

He could not help but feel sympathy for his sole follower.

[If that is the truth, human.]

[To save the entire world is no eas-]

[That's where you got it all wrong, Theos]

[What?]

[I'm not the savior nor the hero,]

[What do you mean?]

Theos was taken aback,

If Troi was telling the truth,

It made no sense.

Whether it was a curse or a blessing he was gifted with the ability to see through the dreadful destiny of this world.

Theos remembered the actions that Troi had done up until now.

Saving certain people and sacrificing growth in the process.

Not asking for glory in return or money.

Theos was a god neither good nor evil yet he could clearly see.

Those were the traits of a hero.

[The chosen one in this world is Reynold.]

[Reynold the one who was blessed by my brother?]

[Yeah he's the one, In the visions, he stood against them but ultimately he failed.]

[And I'm merely making sure that they succeed this time.]

Troi started to move his pen whilst trying his best to recall the contents of the novel.

It was a peaceful morning,

Inside the room, only the sounds of scribbling could be heard as Troi focused on writing.

But Theos soon spoke within Troi's mind.

[Enlighten me human, what is pushing you forward?]

[You seek no glory nor money,]

[So if you succeed in averting the destined doom of our world]

[What do you get in return?]

Troi let out a light chuckle.

[If I succeed I survive.]

[And If I survive I could find a way to return to my home]

[There's some sort of beauty in that simplicity you know?]

The Forgotten God could not speak.

Out of all the humans he had met in his lifetime.

Troi was the one who he could not understand the most.

It was almost like he did not belong in this world.

The young man continued to write earnestly.

Organizing and writing future events so seamlessly into the notebook he had bought.

Time had passed before he could even notice it.

Noon had come and since he skipped breakfast.

His stomach started to rumble.

Standing up from his seat

He stretched his body and stored the notebook within his bracelet.

Yawning as he opened the door of his room he soon made his way to the cafeteria to quench his hunger.

In the cafeteria, however,

A girl with red hair and a face full of freckles smiles happily looking at a man before her.

With brown eyes and velvet hair, Jonssen was talking with Cassandra about his day as they ate together in the cafeteria.

From the perspective of other students, one might think that they were a happy couple.

But that has since passed.

Beneath the breathtaking eyes of Cassandra.

Was a gaze analyzing each and every word that came out of Jonssen's mouth.

The Craw family was the main suspect in the incident that almost got her father killed after all.