My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 45: In the spotlight

Two Hours Later...

The testing area had transformed considerably only the curved tiered seats remained as another podium was placed and several instructors had appeared with stations that were strategically placed around the space.

The clicking and hissing sounds of machines could be heard coming from the booths with instructors mounted on each area.

Clyde could be seen standing like an unmovable force at the epicenter of the hall with each station placed behind him.

His gaze followed gently as the students began to take this seats again with discussions about the earlier testings still going on.

"Listen carefully. We will now proceed to Type testing."

He paused still looking as if he was searching for someone within the crowd.

"Some of you would ask what the essence of this exercise is? – I can assure you that this exercise determines your future here in the The Foundation."

He gestured toward the stations with his right hand stretched out.

" As you can see, each of this station has been assigned a marker signifying it’s expected candidates "

The stations that were just miniature steel and wood constructed tents were labeled with brass plaques.

DREAD TESTING

DRUiD TESTING

VERIFICATION

The markers were clear and bold for all to see.

He continued. "Dreads report to the left. Droids report to the right. If you are uncertain, report to Verification."

He paused.

"Omni-Types are handled separately."

The hall immediately quiet down as anyone who had substantial knowledge of psions and wasn’t a complete novice knew what that statement meant.

Milo glanced at Kyrie.

"Have you ever seen an Omni-?"

Kyrie shook his head.

"No." He lied from his teeth

"Me neither," Milo said quietly.

"I’ve heard they’re rare. Like... once every decade or so."

Kyrie didn’t respond only speaking inwardly.

Is there anything you don’t know you information whore.

Clyde quickly broke the layer of silence that covered the hall.

"Dreads will demonstrate offensive abilities."

He gestured toward the Druid station.

"While druids will undergo brainwave analysis And ability determination. Both for active and latent."

Clyde’s gaze swept the room.

"If you don’t understand anything then you can ask your testing instructors"

Clyde was turning when he paused pointing his finger, gesturing that he forgot something.

" You must also note that your type determines your assigned curriculum. Dreads focus on combat application. Druids focus on tactical and support roles. Omni-Types..." He paused.

"Are handled case by case." He finished then turned away and with his back facing them he reach both his hands upwards.

" Let the testing begin."

....

Students moved towards the stations being called in one after the other in a controlled and methodical manner.

Kyrie watched as a young woman stepped onto the Dread tent that at this point opened up like a blooming metallic flower for all to see.

The girl stretched out her palms and conjured a stream of wind.

It felt controlled and steady.

The female instructor nodded and recorded her results.

Another student sat at the Druid station, different types of electrodes attached to his temples.

The device hummed, analyzing brainwave patterns. The instructor reviewed a display board while taking notes. Asking the student a few questions.

Everything felt simple and Efficient.

Milo had just walked back after his testing.

His fingers were still fidgeting but his eyes were calm and collected.

"I’m Druid-type. Telekinesis, mostly."

Kyrie remained quiet as he knew that his name would soon be called after all the letter S followed R closely.

His was Shaw and Milo’s was Reeves.

" I think everybody knows that " he answered Milo a bit warmer than usual.

" What about you?" Milo asked quite curious.

Kyrie stayed silent as he was actually thinking about it. Should he just show them fire and get on with his day.

Milo still watched him with curious eyes and a puppy like expression.

"Shaw, Kyrie."

Clyde’s voice cut through the hall.

Kyrie stepped forward as he half turned to Milo.

"I guess we just have to find out "

Immediately he came forward, most of the crowd’s attention turned his way.

Whispers spread quickly.

That’s the Epsilon with adept Level 8 Tier.

How is that even possible? He doesn’t have the reserves for such ability.

Kyrie walked forward, adjusting the collars of his leather coat.

He ignored the murmurings and walked to the Verification station.

An instructor stood there waiting. She was middle-aged, with sharp eyes wearing black lipstick.

"Type?" she asked.

"Isn’t that why I am here?" Kyrie asked.

She rolled her eyes and gestured him toward a chair.

"Sit. We’ll start with brainwave analysis."

Kyrie sat.

The instructor attached electrodes to his temples, adjusting them carefully. A device placed on a metal desk beside Kyrie hummed.

"Relax," the instructor said.

"This won’t hurt."

Kyrie closed his eyes.

And he felt it. There was a shallow pressure against his mind, probing gently. Not invasive, just... trying to peel off the nature of his brain waves and draw conclusions from data.

The instructor watched the display, her expression neutral.

After a moment, she made a note

"Empathic resonance detected. Druid classification."

She began removing the electrodes.

Kyrie opened his eyes.

"What did you see."

" You’re a druid." She answered dismissively.

Kyrie smirked as he raised his hand pointing only two fingers as flower like wisps of first began coalescing over his fingers.

" I can also do this " He spoke casually.

In that moment. The instructor froze.

The fire burned steadily and controlled until Kyrie turned it off.

The instructor stared at him. Only blinking on intervals.

She looked at her notes.

Then back at him.

"You’re an Omni-Type."

Her voice was quiet with disbelief .

The hall erupted.

Multiple students leaned forward in their seats, stretching to see.

Instructors from the other stations turned sharply, their attentions were locked on him.

Clyde came forward towards the Verification station.

"Confirm," he said while gesturing for the instructor to hand him the data board.

Clyde took the notes and scanned them, his expression blank.

He looked at Kyrie and then at the board and he couldn’t doubt his assistant report.

At least not here in the open.

"Confirmed," Clyde said.

He turned toward the hall, his voice covering the space.

"Kyrie Shaw. Omni-Type. Epsilon-Class. Adept Level 8."

The whispers and murmurings became a roar.

Students stood, pointing. Instructors exchanged glances in shock.

Kyrie stood motionless, his expression neutral.

Clyde raised a hand, and the hall suddenly lost the lack of decorum.

"Continue testing."

He gestured for Kyrie to follow him.

Amidst all this Milo’s jaw dropped, his earlier fidgeting now lost to the wind.

He stared at Kyrie like it was the first time.

Kyrie met his eyes briefly before following Clyde.

Milo murmured. "Holy shit."

Kyrie and Clyde walked through a corridor that was located at the side away from the noise.

Clyde remained silent until they reached a smaller room at the end. Inside, two other instructors waited patiently.

There was an older woman with silver hair tied up finessely. She had black tattoos like runic patterns on her arms and neck.

The other was a younger man with a black mustache and pure white eyes.

Clyde closed the door behind them after they entered as he said in a calm and yet authoritative voice.

"Sit."

Kyrie looked around, his heart was now pounding for no reason.

Yeah he was special but what’s with all the drama like he was about to go through a CIA interrogation.

The older woman broke the tension as she spoke.

"I’m Instructor Mahla. In charge of combat theory and Dread specialization."

The younger man nodded.

"I’m Orion. Tactical applications and Droid specialization."

Clyde crossed his hands, his face stern.

"You already know me."

Of course! Kyrie said inwardly.

Mahla leaned forward slightly.

"An Omni-Type. At your age and with your reserves is a totally unexpected mixture."

She paused. The look of disbelief still lingering in her eyes.

"When did you first manifest your abilities?"

Kyrie kept his tone steady and his heart rate slowed. This was him turning on Liar mode.

"The fire first came about two years ago. And I started feeling people’s pain, joy, and anxiety a year later."

Mahla nodded while Orrin took notes.

"And you’ve had no formal training before now ?"

"None."

Orrin’s eyes narrowed in surprise.

"How did you reach Adept-level then? Without an instructor?"

Kyrie met his gaze. His eyes held a weird sense of pain and innocence.

"Practice and survival. I’m from Strevus "

Orrin didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press further after all, there were some rumors of how dangerously hard to live in other parts of the T.S.R was.

Clyde spoke next.

"Omni- are rare but this rarity comes with instability and danger if ignored."

Kyrie’s jaw tightened, but he still remained silent.

"You’ll be monitored closely," He continued.

"And your training will be specific to your abilities. You’ll have to attend both Dread and Druid courses."

Mahla added, "And it is your duty to report any... unusual symptoms you get especially when it comes to your thoughts "

Kyrie nodded.

"Understood." He said simply.

With Great Power. Comes Great Responsibility. He recited in his mind not realizing how true that statement would be in time.

Clyde’s face suddenly did the most unexpected thing that it actually flustered Kyrie for the first time all day.

Kyrie could swear he saw the man smile warmly, fondly, as he spoke.

"The last Omni- to attend The Foundation was over a decade ago. She’s now a Sovereign serving the Republic. You have big shoes to fill young man "

He finished as his face seemingly returned to default settings.

"You’re dismissed. Report to the qualifier arena at dawn tomorrow."

Kyrie stood, nodded slightly and left without another word.

He’d known he was different. The System had confirmed it. But hearing it from the people here gave him another feel altogether.

Alone in the corridor, Kyrie’s hand trembled slightly.

He had to admit. Once in a decade were quite big shoes to fill.

He took a breath and steadied himself.

Suddenly he felt the familiar sensation in his mind as a set of texts appeared before his eyes.

[Attention levels: Critical.] 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

[Host advised: Increased scrutiny anticipated.]

[Recommendation: Adapt accordingly.]

Kyrie’s expression didn’t change.

I always do. He said inaudibly.

....

Elsewhere in the Academy, inside of Guinevere’s laboratory.

A red haired woman stood, arms crossed and grinning.

"Did you hear? There’s an Omni- in the new batch. First one in over a decade."

Guinevere didn’t look up from the device she was soldering.

"I heard."

Her friend leaned closer.

"Aren’t you curious? An Epsilon-Class Omni-Type that’s an Adept. It sounds impossi–"

Guinevere cut in mid her friend’s statement.

Her eyes were still sharp but held a light of intrigue and curiosity.

"Not impossible, Claire," she said quietly.

"Just... improbable."

She set down her tool and stood.

"I need to see those qualifiers."

Claire’s grin grew wider as she managed it again. The impossible task of getting Guin out of the laboratory.

"Now we’re talking." She spoke excitedly.

....

The sun was setting over Teknologia.

Kyrie stood at the window of his room watching the airships move through the sky.

The city is alive with the beautiful lights and sights that make it always a mesmerizing sight to see.

Tomorrow, he’ll step into the qualifier arena.

Tomorrow, everyone will be watching.

He touched the pendant beneath his shirt, feeling its familiar weight almost as if remembering home.

Negan’s voice echoing in his memory.

"You’ll be fine anywhere you go"

Kyrie closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"I’ll be fine "