The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 69: Bound–Concept

Chapter 69: Bound Concept

The atmosphere in the Physique Trial Hall remained heavy even after the Monument Tower’s pulse faded into the distance.

Without a word, Maya stepped forward, gesturing for Morca to follow. Her expression was unreadable, her pace brisk but steady.

Morca didn’t say anything either as he walked behind her, thoughts still raging in his mind – like why the Monument Tower had been watching him again, and now that his name would spread across the entire academy, what would be his next course of action?

He truly wanted to live in peace, but...

’I guess talent itself is another source of noise. Never mind – each day will counter for its trouble. Let’s just go and have some rest,’ he thought. He had spent the past thirty minutes enduring intense tests; his body screamed for rest.

Their steps echoed softly against the polished floors until they reached the center of the glowing hall where the teleportation booth stood tall.

Maya took out her silver teleportation permit card, and with a slide across the screen and a soft shree, the entrance opened.

They stepped inside.

Before long, the transparent glass booth lit up with intricate runes...

Swiss – flash.

And then, they disappeared from the Physique Trial Hall, bringing silence to the unrest that had filled it for the past thirty minutes.

Something similar happened again when they reached the Teleportation Booth Central – a tall, rune-lined archway humming with soft energy. Another simple scan of Maya’s permit card triggered the transfer sequence.

In a blink, they reappeared near the entrance to the New Recruits’ Living Quarter – an expansive facility bordering the southern side of the academy’s residential region.

At the gate, Maya paused briefly. She said something–quick, clipped–but Morca barely registered it. She seemed restless, almost eager to leave, and after a shallow nod, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the distance.

Morca didn’t mind. Without hesitation, he crossed the gate threshold and made his way to the room assigned to him.

The door slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing a simple space beyond.

A bed with a single pillow.

To the side, a study chair and empty desk.

On the other side, a door which Morca tagged as the bathroom.

He stepped inside and let the door seal behind him, cutting off the outside world.

Finally alone, he sat on his bed.

"Let’s see our status," he muttered.

Morca willed it, and then the interface appeared:

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Status:

Name: Morca Sherman Nihility

Age: 16

Bound: Noe Laura (Black Scale Oblivion Dragon)

Rank: Saint+ Expert / Silver Rain Stage+

Level: 19

EXP: 400/1000

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Attributes:

Strength: 27.6 > 33

Agility: 28 > 33.5

Endurance: 29 > 32

Intelligence: 27 > 30

Will: 25 > 35

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Affinity / Class: Darkness, Shadow, Blood

Bloodline: Infinity Nihility / Battle Crimson Moon

Talent: Ultimate SSSZ+

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Unique Skills:

Blank, Oblivion Blade, Crimson Moon Thread, Oblivion Eye

Acquired Skill:

Breathing Blood Codex (Codex 1/3)

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Curse: Eternal Doom

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Current Mission:

Admit into the Academy’s Unique Class

Rewards:

• +1500 EXP

• +10 to All Attributes

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Morca stared at his status screen for a while before deciding to close it.

"The noticeable thing is that I’m now a Saint+ / Silver Rain Stage expert+. All I need to do is raise my stats to the limit and refine my cultivation core before breaking through the next stage... I’ll take it slow for future breakthroughs," he reflected calmly.

"Hmm, another thing is my attribute stats – they increased, especially Will, which has now surpassed the others. I think it has something to do with the Genetic Compatibility Test. The last thirty minutes were worth it..."

"Huh. The mission... It’s still there. I’ve clearly completed all the trials – why hasn’t it been completed yet? What’s going on here?"

He frowned.

He had completed all the requirements.

But–

Then it dawned on him "Oh, I guess it’s because I’ve not been officially assigned a class yet. Makes sense. Maybe after the New Cadet Welcoming Speech the test will be marked as completed..."

With that thought, Morca stood from the bed, stretching his body fully.

"Let’s bathe first before going to bed."

Not long after, he walked out of the bathroom wearing only shorts and a white singlet.

He sat at the study table, bringing out his meal, and began digging in.

Some moments later, he was already on his S4 mobile device, switching it on. Notifications popped out instantly.

One from Tyler Sherman: How are you doing now? I heard that you woke up and are undergoing the trial... Hope you wake up strong, hehehe.

Morca’s lips twisted faintly.

’Childish. Who would believe that the cold beauty acts like a spoiled kid?’

Tapping a few times, he clicked the send button after replying.

With that out of the way, he went through the rest of the messages, replying where necessary.

He was about to turn the device off when an unknown number called.

He hesitated... but still answered.

"How are you doing? How was the trial? How are you feeling now?" An elegant voice that could only belong to a beauty bombarded Morca with a rapid string of questions.

"Who?" Morca asked, raising an eyebrow.

Though he guessed who it was, he didn’t remember ever sharing his contact details with anyone – not even her.

"Don’t even dare to avoid the question. Now answer me – I don’t have all day, you know!" Though trying to sound serious, Morca could easily imagine the grin behind that voice.

"How did you get my contact number?" he asked suspiciously. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Not again. How are you so dull? Okay, bound concept – and don’t ask any further. Just answer my questions."

"Huh? Bound concept... what’s that?..." Morca muttered under his breath before replying,

"I’m fine. Done with the trial. Already in my room, preparing to rest."

"Hmmm... good! See you at the Welcoming Speech Hall three days from now."

Before he could say anything more, the call ended.

"Huh... she ended it. Is she worrying about m–No, that’s not it. It must be something else... yes, something else."

With that thought lingering in his mind, Morca switched his device off.

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Inside his assigned room, the lights dimmed to a soft glow.

Morca sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, silent, his body still humming faintly with unseen power.

Then, without ceremony, he laid back, one arm resting across his chest, his black hair spilling across the pillow like ink.

For the first time in a long while – he slept.

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Meanwhile, at the far side of the New Recruits Living Quarter...

Inside a dim-lit training facility rarely visited by instructors, a group of figures gathered.

Seven students – each bearing the mark of seniority, sharp eyes glinting with the arrogance only strength could afford.

At the center stood a tall young man clad in navy blue academy combat robes lined with crimson threadwork.

His name is Leron Vance – a second-year elite, a second-year cadet, and sub-leader of the Apex Thorn Division. He is ranked 11th in the exceptional class last semester and 181st in the Monument Tower ranking.

His expression was cold as he spoke.

"So it’s true."

He tossed a projection device onto the floor.

The image of Morca Sherman’s trial record hovered above it – his Perfect Mystery achievement burning like an undeniable brand.

One of the girls nearby clicked her tongue in irritation.

"A new recruit? Already stealing Monument attention? This academy’s standards really have fallen."

Another, a short boy with sharp eyes, folded his arms. "Doesn’t matter. If the Tower favors him, the instructors will too. He’ll be pushed straight to the Unique Class... and probably skip ranks by next semester."

A silence fell over the room.

None of them could tolerate that.

Not after years clawing for recognition, bleeding for a place among Eden’s ranks.

Finally, Leron spoke again, his voice a calm blade.

"Pay attention. He thinks he’s walking into Eden’s glory? We’ll make sure he remembers – thorns that didn’t have value to the Thorn Division shall be burned."

"When the welcoming ceremony ends," Leron said softly, "we show him what it really means to be unworthy."

The others grinned.

The hunt had been declared.

And Morca Sherman – whether he knew it or not – was already marked.