Supreme Magus novel Chapter 348

Liwell turned pale and not just because Lith’s words didn’t sound like a joke. His lungs were burning, yearning for air, yet Lith’s grip didn’t let him take a single breath. He was enjoying the sight of his opponent turning red first and cyanotic later.

’No arrays nor recording devices, right Solus?’ Lith asked, just to be safe.

’None. After all, there are only six great academies and countless boot camps. If they had the resources to allocate a power core in each one of them, the Griffon Kingdom would have long conquered Mogar.

’I don’t think that committing murder on your first day is a good idea, though.’

Lith snarled, abruptly releasing Liwell and making him fall butt first onto the ground.

"Since we are going to live together under the same roof for the next six months, this time I’ll let you go with a warning." Lith said while Liwell coughed and wheezed, gasping for air.

"I don’t know who you are or why you hate nobles. Honestly, I don’t care. I’m not a noble either, but the next time you or one of your friends mess with me again, I’ll make sure it will also be the last."

Lith knew it was likely that no matter what he said things would get ugly. Yet Solus was right, he couldn’t kill them all and hope to get away with it. The silver lining was that there was almost nothing a normal human could do to him whereas he had countless ways to make their lives a living hell.

Lith ignored their hateful gazes and chose a corner bed for himself. The imprinting process was simple. Once his mana activated the spell contained in the service number stitched on his chest, a small golden cloud followed his hand.

Lith’s service number was now engraved on the bed frame and stitched to the blankets. He had no reason to pick a locker, since they were all empty.

"What the heck is going on here?" Asked a rough voice that made everyone turn around from Lith to the door. Standing there was a tough looking 1.75 (5’9") tall man in his mid thirties. Unlike the cadets, his uniform was light blue with Staff Sergeant stripes on his sleeves.

As soon as he entered the house, the Sergeant took off his wide-brimmed hat while looking around to assess the situation. There was one cadet sitting on the floor with a terrified expression on his face. Another one was walking around like he owned the place, while all the others were huddled up in a corner, like lambs facing a pack of wolves.

"Cadet Liwell, get your a*s up and pray the gods I like your explanation." The Sergeant had his name and service number embroidered on a pocket right above his chest. His name was Tepper.

"That guy’s insane!" He replied pointing at Lith. "He attacked me for no reason and almost chocked me to death. Everyone here witnessed it."

Both Lith and Tepper didn’t miss Liwell’s voice getting higher, or him avoiding to make eye contact. Not to mention that his story sounded fake like a three dollar bill.

’If the big guy attacked him, why is Liwell without a scratch?’ Tepper was unaware Lith had healed his opponent to not leave bruises.

’At the same time, I doubt someone could be so stupid to attack a monster like that alone.’

"Is it true, cadet... Lith?" While the Sergeant looked at Lith’s service number and someone learned his name, Lith noticed a couple of interesting things. First, Tepper’s perfectly shaven face revealed a few small scars.