OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 356: Field Trip To Life

{Amon.}

That name was what his terminal showed.

The principal was calling.

Why?

Well-

"Oh, wait. I forgot about the reward."

Emir realized why.

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Lyra parted her lips silently, indicating the same.

It seemed that in their excitement, they completely forgot about what he worked so hard to get.

That goddamn reward!

Answering the call, Emir placed the terminal back on the desk and put it on speaker, so Lyra could hear as well.

"Son, do you not want to be rewarded?"

Emir snickered, acting natural.

"I forgot to ask, what's up with you calling me son? Never knew that we were related."

Amon matched his energy.

"Oh really? It seems that I was the one who forgot. My apologies, but we are in fact related." "How so?"

"I'm your principal thats how! Now shut up and take your reward you annoying little bastard!"

"And what would that be?"

Their back and forth paused for a second, as Amon let out a chuckle.

"...WE acknowledge your efforts. We know of your dilemma. And WE have what you need."

This time it was Emir's turn to remain silent as he sucked in a long breath, certainly not expecting the call to have headed in this direction.

Breathing out, Emir calmly asked:

"Tell me. What is it that I need?"

They both knew what that 'need' was but Emir wanted to hear it straight up, no mind games.

"I swear this Oath to you son, that I and a blurry younger brother, know what happened to your father."

His words couldn't be any clearer.

Amon had just acknowledged what Emir chased after since a few months in after his birth.

This was the first lead he had ever confirmed to be true and he would never let go of it.

With a blank face, he looked at the terminal, then at Lyra, softly nodding his head. "Is that my reward?"

"Yes."

"Then know that I'll look forward to future ones."

"...Sure-"

Toot toot~

And the call ended...

Just like that.

Emir and Lyra stared at each other for a very long while then slowly, she came to him and hugged him, whispering her congratulations in his ears:

"Well done my love... We're getting there. We really are."

He didn't say anything back and simply enjoyed the moment, feeling utter bliss.

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Time went by, and they returned to their routines.

Their routines, in turn, made the days pass swiftly.

For Emir, time was consumed with cultivation, pathing, work, and countless meetings, so much so that Thursday arrived in what felt like the blink of an eye.

During this period, Emir observed that while he hadn't gained any noticeable physical strength since his 'realization,' his abilities had become more efficient.

The vessels that transported his Aether had been upgraded, allowing his skills to require slightly less Aether to perform.

Additionally, he found that he could Path more effectively and learn new abilities faster, thanks to his completely stable Aether Core.

This newfound stability enabled him to unlock another ability, bringing his total potential to

seven.

And with that under his belt, it was time for him to teach again.

Today he planned something big for the students, copying what Morgiana did in the 'novel' and having them go on a field trip to the wasteland.

It would certainly give them a new 'perspective' on things, teach them about life.

Death would be taught later, as it was a tougher pill to swallow compared to what he planned to make them experience today.

He wouldn't be there to watch over them the entire time, as he had a certain minor disaster to

worry about.

But that didn't matter, he made sure that they would be 'safe.'

'Oh- they'll be in a world of hurt.'

Inwardly chuckling, he pointed at a student in the front row and gestured for him to stand.

"Sir?"

The boy did as he was told, questioning the silence while standing up.

"What did you Spell Weavers do in your little PE class yesterday?"

Gulping down his nervousness, the boy answered:

"We played tag sir! The one playing 'It' was blinded and forced to find the rest of us using

Aether."

"I see, you may sit."

Emir looked away from the kid and nodded.

'So it's confirmed, today is the day.'

Judging by his thoughts, the question wasn't because he was interested in their combat class,

far from it. But it was because he needed to confirm the best time for this 'field trip' he

planned for. Match its timing with the 'novel'

Reason why he didn't ask Elijah was because he was not there, being a Reaper meant that he had special classes that took away his time to join regular ones.

The same applied to the others as Aria or anyone else might find his question suspicious.

They knew he never asked anything for no reason, so he just left it for class time, not

bothering too much.

Now there was also a reason why he was disinterested in the combat class even though he

enjoyed battle.

It was too lenient. Often times boring.

They would train in simulations, against controlled targets, and in gravity rooms.

There was no danger, no pain.

Special training like what the student just talked about was interesting but it stopped at that.

He knew that most students cheated, peeking through the blinds slightly, releasing more Aether than usual or something along those lines, so he would've done it differently. Instead of covering their eyes, he would blind them. Actually blind them. Focusing on one student more than the rest. Though that student wouldn't even know that, his chromosomes missing, or so Emir believed.

That would be a surefire way to ensure that no cheating could occur. And again, especially not from a certain lucky bastard.

Yes, that was the definite reason for why he would do that, certainly not for anything else.

[I got a message back from Amon, he said we're good to go.]

[Alright, we'll meet up at the border.]

[Don't be late.]

Ending his report with Lyra, Emir scanned the students for a moment and then announced:

"As it seems that your combat experience is coming along nicely, I'll have all of you here go

on a field trip to learn about life, are you not excited?!"

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"...What?"