With that settled, he turned his attention to something even more urgent, It was time.
To enter the Oblivion Realm, And meet the clone...
.....
Morca sat cross legged on his bed, steadying his breath as he emptied his mind. He focused, trying to slip into a state of absolute calm and tranquility, recalling the sensation he had felt when he first entered the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool.
Just as his consciousness began to drift
Knock, knock.
A soft knock shattered the silence. His eyes snapped open, gleaming with a dangerous aura.
He had been on the verge of entering the Oblivion Realm, only to be pulled back by an unwelcome interruption. A flicker of irritation crossed his face, but he forced it down, rising from the bed and moving toward the door.
As he opened it, his gaze fell upon a slender female figure.
The same girl who had worn a cold, dismissive expression earlier now looked softer, almost welcoming. The subtle change in her demeanor only enhanced her beauty.
It was none other than Tyler Sherman, Morca's childhood friend.
She bit her lip, struggling to hold back laughter at the sight of his annoyed expression. He looked like a child whose favorite toy had just been snatched away.
"Did I disturb you?" Tyler asked, her voice laced with amusement.
Morca sighed. "You did piss me off," he admitted, "but since you're already here, I assume you have something important to say."
Stepping inside, Tyler glanced around before casually asking, "So… what were you doing before I 'disturbed' you?"
"Nothing important."
"Oh, don't lie. That face you had when you opened the door says otherwise." She narrowed her eyes, trying to pry deeper. To her surprise, Morca didn't give in as he usually did.
"Alright then," he said, deflecting. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, nothing important," she replied just as nonchalantly.
Morca scoffed inwardly. 'If it were anyone else, I'd have made them regret wasting my time.'
Tyler's gaze suddenly shifted to his hair, her brow furrowing. "Wait… why is your hair black? Did you dye it?"
She had noticed the change earlier that morning. While she knew hair color shifts weren't impossible, Morca wasn't the type to do something flashy.
"When I woke up, it was already like this. I was just as surprised," Morca lied effortlessly.
Tyler didn't look convinced but let it slide. "Fine. More importantly, have you read your acceptance letter from the academy? Judging by the untouched envelope, I'm guessing you haven't."
Morca raised a brow. "And how do you know I received a letter?"
"Because I saw it sitting over there." She pointed toward his study table.
Morca glanced at the unopened envelope and shrugged. "I forgot to check it yesterday."
"Well, since I'm here, why don't you open it now?"
"Hmm… alright."
He picked up the letter and tore it open. The contents were straightforward.
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Eden Domineer Academy Acceptance Letter
If you are reading this, it means you have awakened.
Welcome to the Eden Power Ranking.
You are expected to arrive at the academy on Monday morning for your entrance trials. However, we strongly advise you to come a day earlier. Even a minute late will result in immediate disqualification.
Venue: Section Two
Date: 23/03/0289 Apoc Era
Time: 8:30 AM
Trial No.: 0289
For further details, arrive early.
Eden Domineer Academy
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After skimming it again, Morca stored the letter inside his storage ring.
"So? Are you going to talk now that I've finished reading it?" He glanced at Tyler, who had made herself comfortable in his room.
"I actually came to tell you that I'll be leaving for the academy on Saturday with the others. Since the journey takes six hours and the elder in charge has business there, the family decided we should go earlier than planned. Are you coming with us?" she asked.
Morca shook his head. "Leaving that early is a waste of time. I'd rather use those extra days to train in a dungeon, it'll be far more productive. Besides, today is only Thursday. I'll leave tomorrow morning with Brother Lee instead. See you at the academy."
"Suit yourself. By the way… what's your talent and class (Bloodline)?" Tyler suddenly asked. No one had seen Morca's awakening, not after the incident with the First Elder.
A smirk tugged at his lips. "You'll find out at the academy trials. But I'll give you a hint... it has something to do with blades. What about you?" He turned the question back on her.
Tyler chuckled. "Most people already know mine, but I won't tell you. It's a surprise. Just know it has something to do with Cold." She mimicked his cryptic response.
Morca simply nodded, uninterested in pressing further.
Recognizing his silent dismissal, Tyler stood up. "Alright, I'll be going. But be careful, since you've offended the First Elder, he might try to retaliate."
With that, she left, and silence settled over the room once more.
Morca exhaled slowly, a low chuckle escaping his lips. 'That's exactly what I'm hoping for. Let them come, I'll cut them down.'
A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes as he imagined the battlefield, blood painting his path.
But for now, he calmed his emotions and returned to his bed, attempting once more to connect with the Oblivion Realm.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the connection wouldn't form.
"Tch… I'll let it go for today. Next time, I'll put up a damn sign so no one interrupts me again."
Tomorrow would be tough. He'd finalize his training schedule once he reached the academy, though he didn't plan on staying long, two or three days at most. Whatever time he had, he would spend under Brother Lee's guidance.
For now, rest was the smartest choice.
"Who knows when I'll get another chance to relax?"
With that final thought, Morca closed his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of peace.