OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 336: Fate Always Find Its Way

'Did he notice?...'

Emir slowed down his perception of time, then looked at the students, still uniformly standing, awaiting the result.

His gaze turned to Arthur, ass on the ground, left hand holding his right while he gazed at empty space.

Xavier, the one opposite him, looked up at him with eyes that held no lies, eyes with complete purity as if the world's filth never touched him, not even grazing him.

Emir didn't like that look.

[Ly, you think he's fishing?]

[.....Maybe, or he might've bought a report on you like the rest of those golden spoons.]

[Doesn't matter though, does it?]

[True, it's not time, shut him down.]

"Asking personal questions is against the rules, student Xavier. Do you want to walk a mile in Max's shoes?"

Immediately bowing his head, Xavier stuttered out:

"I-I'm sorry Sir! Please don't give me a penalty, I didn't mean to offend you!"

Emir snickered and patted his shoulder.

"As long as you know... now go."

He nodded repeatedly and rushed off to join his classmates.

Arthur stood up as Emir turned to look at the students, but he was given no attention, so he just walked back, his face showing complete defeat.

With two claps that deafened the room, Emir announced:

"Xavier wins."

Nobody reacted. It was obvious. They were only waiting to hear confirmation of what they had already decided.

Emir knew that, so he continued:

"You lot saw four matches, mine included, so you should have an idea of where the bar exists. Try to reach it."

Stomping hard on the ground, the students replied in unison:

"YES SIR!"

"Good."

He nodded towards them and raised his right hand, finger stretched, pointing at eight students.

"Now

and

come forward. As well as,

and

They reacted this time around, not expecting him to call up so many people at once. "All of us?"

"Damn, I guess we're not that important to have the entire class watch us duel." "True."

"Nah, he just wanted to use the top as an example, he's a fair prof."

"Can he protect us if something goes wrong though?"

"Of course he can, you saw how he moves."

"He's right, there's nothing to worry about!"

"Let's go all out!"

Emir smiled at their enthusiasm and naivety, thinking that his image was successfully established in their minds as a positive one. Though evil, he was fair, a lawful evil type, and thankfully, it wasn't too hard getting them to reach that conclusion.

He could've gone for the neutral or good type, but that wouldn't have worked. Many of his students were dumb, yes, but they weren't that dumb.

'...Arthur might be, though.'

Emir shook his head, getting himself out of his thoughts.

"What are you waiting for? Chop chop. Platform four, five, six, and seven, go."

They did as he said and rushed to their respective platforms, beginning their duels.

He kept his eye on them throughout, and even though his mind wished to skip through those boring duels, he scrutinized them with rapt attention.

He had to do his job as a professor; he would not allow his image to be sullied.

...

Time passed and came the last duel; like those before it, the duel wasn't much to look at.

The average match had both students straightforwardly use their abilities,

and only once or twice, just to break the other's force shield.

Once that happens, they start shooting each other up with their guns.

A crude, unimaginative, but efficient way of fighting for those of low strength.

It was obvious they lacked experience, but that didn't matter; he didn't shame them for it. They came to him for that experience, and he would give them that in spades.

'I'm a good teacher, aren't I?'

Bang!

A Ranger's bullet rang through the air, breaking the last student's force shield, forcing a sudden close to Emir's musings as he materialized another construct, blocking the following shots from reaching the now-fallen student.

"Good fight, ---- wins."

Just as he was done making sure that they were both safe, he announced the winner, ending

the match.

The students thanked him as they walked back to join the rest, embarrassed that the entire class's attention was on them.

Emir inwardly chuckled.

'At the end of the day... they're kids.'

[You are too... And technically, as am I.]

Lyra, commented, knowing what he was thinking just by feeling his emotions alone.

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her and stated:

"The duels are over, I'll announce the ranking now."

The students were surprised causing murmurs to snake between them. Even the 'named'

mainly Elijah, Xavier, and Aria, showed similar reactions.

Xavier was especially disheartened, after all, he didn't go all out, wanting to conserve his Aether reserves, thinking that he would fight again.

"What? Did you guys think it'd be a tournament? I've got no time for that."

His words quietened them.

"I get it, you want to know who's the best, but there's no need to waste everyone's time to

find that out, I can just tell you now. It's fair."

A few hushed gulps resounded as they listened to his every word.

"Elijah's first. Sofia's second. Max and Aria tie third."

Emir would've placed Xavier third, but since he slipped, the students, unknowing of Arthur's

luck, would call him out on it.

And even such obvious results got a reaction out of them as they began to whisper between

themselves again.

"Elijah being first is fine, but Max and Aria third? Didn't that guy get fucked?"

"He did, but if we're talking skill, he might match Aria."

"Maybe, he didn't have a chance to show it off though."

"True."

Emir's voice returned, silencing the students.

"Xavier's forth. ????'s fifth. Ava's Sixth.----'s seventh....."

One by one, he looked at each of them and stated their rank.

Reaching the final one after half a minute, he looked at the nearest camera and said:

"Quinn. Last place... Pick an opponent that'll give you a chance to showcase your skills next

time."

Emir's gaze returned to the crowd of students, and he eyed them for a moment.

Seeing that no one had anything to say, he announced:

"Class is dismissed."

He timed everything so that they would be done just before the class ended, only leaving a

few minutes or so of leeway, allowing him to leave after finishing what he set out to do right

on time.

The students, surprised at his meticulousness, replied:

"Understood Sir!"

They broke the uniformity, packing their stuff as their professor left the class, heading home.

But just as he exited into the hallway, his terminal rang.

{Amon}

He answered the call using his terminal network, replying telepathically as it was the

Principal himself who was calling.

Whatever happened must be heard only by him.

[Good morning, Principal Amon.]

[Good morning to you, son.]

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Silence was exchanged between them for a minute or so, until Emir broke that silence with a

sigh.

[Always these games with you... What is it?]

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Emir smiled.

'Fate always finds its way.'

He knew this to be a consequence of interfering with the symbiote. As the minor disaster was

canceled out, another was created. Or maybe it was just the result of the third player's

interference.

'Doesn't matter.'

This wasn't written. It wasn't supposed to happen.

'I just gotta deal with it.'

[You should've started with that... I'm coming.]