My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 49: PSI: The First Principle

"She was incredible". A mild and excited voice swept through the retreating crowd. Much to the other students’ approval that was displayed by nodded heads and huge grins.

First years were visibly thrilled by Desirae’s speech while the older students gave them knowing looks. Seeing their older selves shine.

Kyrie amongst others were now retreating from the hall. It was soon getting dark and the director had left. She didn’t spend a minute longer than needed giving the exhausted students a chance at rest.

"You think we’ll see her again soon?"

A smitten Milo asked. He had those big fuzzy eyes and managed to keep them even after Desirae left.

" I have no idea " Kyrie answered. Voice obviously irritated. This idiot had received a shot from the cupid and it was for the witch. How unfortunate.

"I - I hop-" Milo was about speaking when a calm chorus swept through the hall. The chiming sound was followed by the manifestation of a large blue holographic projection on the wall to the left of the exit.

The hall fell silent while the steps went from slow to halt and then frantic.

The first years surged forward. Stretching and tip toeing to see where they were on the screen. Kyrie stayed rooted watching the chaos unfold.

The screen reflected texts.

< FIRST YEAR RANKINGS >

Milo grabbed his arm. "Come on! Let’s see!"

Kyrie sighed and followed. Not because he was particularly interested but he sensed the boy’s tension. Milo’s heart pounding in his chest while he grabbed him. He swore if he disagreed. The boy’s heart might leap out from his mouth.

Relax Kid. He thought.

With Milo ahead they pushed through the crowd. Students gave them space, when they turned and saw the one that managed to defeat Ryan Avery.

This choices came from respect and wariness.

When they were close enough, the list finally came into focus.

#1: Ryan Avery

Kyrie had no protest there. The guy was actually quite strong and his defeat was purely because Kyrie was better at thinking on his feet.

The numbers #2-10 were a mix of names he couldn’t recognise. Mainly because he wasn’t really paying attention to anything else than combat prowess.

The high tiers of the list seemingly singled out Alphas, Betas, and some Gammas who’d proven themselves exceptional.

His eyes trailed down the list searching for Milo’s rank. He was surprised he hadn’t seen the boy already.

His pupils soon paused at a spot. Narrowing!

#18: Kyrie Shaw

Eighteenth. Out of this school of piranhas and Milo. It wasn’t that bad.

Milo’s excited voice cut through his thoughts.

"Kyrie! You’re eighteenth! That’s—"

"Epsilon," an irritated tone cut in from nearby.

"An Epsilon ranked that high?"

"Must be the Omni-Type advantage," Another voice said.

"He probably got lucky, " an older voice assured.

"Or You lot are just average " A delicate voice dismantled their arguments.

Kyrie’s ear twitches. Looking in the direction where the statement came from, to see the woman that vanished earlier. Her arms folded, a smile on her face and a presence that silenced.

Kyrie turned away slowly again. He wanted to see Milo’s ranking.

"I’m #25 mate" Milo’s excited voice resounded. Kyrie witnessed the light in his eyes come back to life again. He sighed relieved. This was the Milo he was used to.

Was the rankings accurate? Kyrie didn’t know nor actually cared. The ranking criteria and the rankings were of no consequences to him. At least not yet.

"That’s insane mate. Most gammas didn’t rank as high as you"

Milo hyped Kyrie, even amidst the scrutiny. He was that excited and proud, this was his roommate.

"Merit-based system. Power and character right ?" Kyrie said, loud enough for them to hear, shifting away from the screen to the exit.

He turned back to sneak a look at Guinevere, But she wasn’t there anymore.

Another witch huh?

While they made their way back to the dorms. Kyrie’s thoughts drifted back to Desirae being the Director and her potential role to watch over him. Something she’ll never admit and he would never ask.

Negan’s reason for sending him here finally pieced together.

Unexpected as usual, a faint notification crawled out from the vision. Gluttony, as usual.

[Milestone Achieved: Foundation Qualifiers Complete]

[ Rewards: Available. Expand for more]

[New Mission: Attend First Week of Classes]

Kyrie dismissed it. Milo was beside him and still going off on the rankings and how beautiful Desirae was.

Sigh

Tomorrow, classes start. His journey to grow truly began.

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Next Morning...

Mornings in Teknologia were dominated with the faint humming of machines and a crisp in the air that never seems to lose its lustre.

A city powered by brass, steam and neteros evolved machines and yet Kyrie found himself in front of a board that was as familiar as his days in middle school.

<FIRST-YEAR CLASS SCHEDULE>

- 08:00-09:30 >>> Druid Theory

(Instructor: Connor Verona, Room 3-A)

-10:30-1:30 >>> Dread Combat Training

(Instructor: Hatchet Mier, Arena 2)

- 14:00-15:30 >>> Weapon Training(Optional)

(Instructor: Prince Valaey, Arena 5)

- 16:00-17:30: Engineering Applications(Optional)

(Instructor: Guinevere Uriel, Workshop D)

Once again Milo arrived beside him. Out of breath even though he had left earlier than him. A handkerchief cleaning sweat from his forehead while he looked at Kyrie.

"First day. You excited?"

Kyrie glanced at him. His nose wiggled to the smell of sweat. His red lips merely parted before Milo continued pointing at the board.

"I heard the cool kids skip Druid Theory to hit combat training first,"

It made sense now. Kyrie had witnessed a large chunk of well-built tattooed students moving to the arenas when he arrived.

I guess warriors really didn’t need lectures right? The culture was easy to grasp.

Kyrie rolled his eyes to the thought.

"Let’s go," he said.

Hands in his pocket Kyrie entered shuffling hallways with Milo behind him tugging on his loose bag.

"Don’t be too fast mate"

Kyrie moved with purpose. Eyes focused. He needed to understand the system first before he tried abusing it.

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Room 3-A

It was definitely larger than Kyrie expected. He thought it was a class and would fit that description at least from his experiences.

It was actually a lecture hall with tiered seatings arranged in an arch.There was a central platform at the centre.

About fifty students were already there with obvious holes. The missing Virotans left noticeable gaps.

Kyrie and Milo agreed on seats closer to the centre. Close enough to see clearly and yet not draw unwanted attention.

He doubted that was possible though.

The hall instinctively segregated itself. With the half-pointed ear Vishians at the front. Strians just behind them with numbers that matched or even exceeded them.While the Batuzah students stay as inconspicuous as possible. They were at the corner, only their unruly hair and sharp canines giving them away.

Kyrie nodded. It was a typical classroom. That was a good thing.

The door closer to the front creaked open. A vishian man stepped in. He wore simple instructor clothes. Dark blue with a trim of silver but this was different. His was a robe compared to Clyde.

The man’s eyes were detached but they seemed to carry something else. Knowledge or at least Kyrie believed so.

The man easily attracted the room’s focus like a magnet while he placed a few items on the desk at the platform.

He soon broke the silence that followed him in.

"Good morning," His voice was smooth, controlled and polite.

"I am Instructor Connor. I will be overseeing your Druid Theory classes for the duration of your first year."

His hands escaped his robes as he began moving them almost like they further explained his words.

"Some of your peers chose combat training first over the basics."

Fingers demonstrated even while he spoke.

"It might have been their choice but what you present here must understand is that power without knowledge is reckless. In this world reckless means detriment"

A few student faces contorted into discomfort. Shifting on their seats like a hot stove was placed underneath. Milo was no different but Kyrie didn’t flinch.

Desirae’s story of almost losing everything was as fresh as a newly plucked apple in his mind.

Connor continued. "Before you hope for mastery. You must understand what fuels your abilities."

He raised one hand which was soon enveloped by a faint green glow.

"This is Psi. Psi isn’t simply power. It is your mental energy. Stored. Channeled, and controlled. Your ability to keep it under your control determines how long you survive or fall apart ."

At the far end of the hall, a desk was several feet off the ground. Floating effortlessly. Still and seemingly weightless.

Kyrie’s eyes caught it bringing attention to it for the others.

They weren’t necessarily in awe, rather intrigued to understand what they used regularly.

"Mental energy can be transformed into physical force and it exists within every thinking being. But not all thinking beings can harness it."

Connor lowered his hand and the desk descended without breaking the focus of the room.

"What makes a Psion different and able to harness psi are the three core components of all Psions."

Pointing a finger backwards, the board illuminated with twisting glowing texts that soon became coherent.

1. PSI RESERVE / POOL

2. NEXUS LINE

3. MENTAL FORTITUDE

This was starting to get interesting. Kyrie leaned forward over his desk with hand under his jaw.

Show me more! Kyrie inner voice screamed while the edge of his vision caught Milo in focus mood too.

Good Milo... he thought.