The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 75: EDA – Central Region

Chapter 75– (You’ll learn that knowledge, not talent, is what distinguishes survivors from corpses)

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Ding! Ding!!

A sharp chime rang out from his wrist device, dragging him out of the strange state.

His eyes snapped open in surprise.

"Huh? What just happened...? Is it morning already?"

He glanced at the time–it was exactly 8:00 a.m.

"Shit. I’m late... I only came here to cultivate, but I must’ve dozed off without realizing."

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He remembered clearly: after admiring the chamber’s elegant design last night, he had stepped onto the platform. As soon as he sat down, his wrist device displayed:

[Welcome, Cadet Morca Sherman]

[DX-Mano Fitter Energy Machine Activated]

[Preference Option: Low > Mid > High Tier Concentration. Please select.]

He had initially tapped Low Tier, but the mana density felt no different from any regular environment. Curious, he switched directly to High Tier–which, apparently, led to the current situation.

The academy either believed–or perhap think–that the top three cadets were non-cultivators.

So they had modified their private chambers to be more suited for supernatural experts, allowing flexible leveling paths.

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’I really need to study more about cultivation system,’ Morca thought, standing and stretching his limbs. ’Falling asleep like that while cultivating... it’s risky.’

He cracked his neck lightly, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Feels more better than sleeping in the actual bed."

With that, he left the cultivation chamber, refreshed in ways he hadn’t expected.

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It was exactly 9:00 a.m. In the Northern Facility Assembly Court

The courtyard was wide, built with obsidian-marble stone and elevated with metal-banded pillars that glowed faintly with blue rune light. A podium stood at the head of the field.

Three figures stood at the front.

The first was unmistakable: the tall, half-masked man in gray robes etched with black runes. Long white hair, calm presence. Cold eyes that dissected the cadets in silence.

Mentor Gray.

When the cadets had gathered, Mentor Gray stepped forward.

"Welcome again," he said, voice as even and sharp as ever. "You’ve slept in new beds, but your positions are not secure."

He paused, letting the words sink.

His gaze swept over Denis, Tyler, Rider, and Leo, and he gave a small nod, acknowledging their growth. ’Another four have broken through... Good. This will stir some insecurity in the others–and that means less saliva wasted on lectures.’

Ahem–he cleared his throat and continued.

"I will serve as your primary instructor. However, I will not train all of you equally. Only those who prove themselves will earn my direct instruction. The rest will train under your scheduled class instructors."

He gestured to the two people behind him.

"Instructor Calem," he said, nodding toward the older man with braided brown-streaked hair and bright, intelligent eyes. "He will guide you through Eden’s history, our world’s structure, the dungeon crisis, and the evolution of power."

Instructor Calem gave a small bow. "You’ll learn that knowledge, not talent, is what distinguishes survivors from corpses."

Mentor Gray turned slightly. "Instructor Haister," he said, gesturing toward the lone figure woman, her face held a lazy but calm expression.

"I handle Combat Techniques and Monsterology," Instructor Haister said bluntly. "You’ll bleed in my class, but better here than in a real dungeon."

A murmur stirred among the cadets.

Mentor Gray raised a hand, silencing it.

"Permit Cards and Uniforms," he said, pointing to the rune stations to the side.

Booths lined with scanning platforms and outfitted with automatic dispensers began to glow.

Each cadet stepped forward.

Morca reached the booth.

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[Wristwatch Recognition Confirmed.

Identity: Morca Sherman.

Classification: Unique Class Cadet.

Rank: Silver Permit Access Granted.]

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Dispensing...

A polished silver permit card slid out.

Then came the uniform: A navy-black outfit tailored to his exact measurements. Laced across the shoulders and sleeves were faint crimson-black embroidery–a whisper of his bloodlines. Light rune armor was built into the inner layer.

One by one, each cadet received their own.

Neo Laura’s was midnight black with crimson-gold threading shaped like branching wings.

Jack’s was pure black with a silver insignia burned directly into the left chest–silent and dominant.

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The assembly courtyard buzzed softly under the light of mid-morning mana pillars. The cadets, after receiving their new uniforms and permit card, still stood in scattered formation from the permit distribution process.

Instructor Calem stepped forward, his long robe swaying with a scholar’s grace. His eyes, bright with thought but firm with discipline, scanned the gathered Unique Class recruits.

He raised one hand–no need to shout. His presence alone drew attention.

"Listen well," he began. "Your first official session as Unique Class cadets will commence today at exactly twelve noon."

A slight murmur swept through the group.

"You are to report to the Class Section of the Central Region, third street. Room 21-B. You will find a sign marked with your class emblem outside."

He paused, then continued with a warning edge:

"Lateness will be treated as failure. Let this be your final moment of leniency."

With that, he turned and strode off, the runes along the marble pillars flaring briefly as he passed beneath them. Mentor Gray said nothing–only watched.

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It was already 11:21 A.M.

Inside Villa No. 03, no narrative broke the stillness. Morca had returned, bathed, and changed into his official uniform–a deep navy-black coat laced with faint crimson-black embroidery across the cuffs and shoulders, tailored to fit him like a blade sheathed in formality.

At precisely 11:21 a.m., the villa door hissed open.

Morca stepped out.

The sunlight caught on his polished boots as he walked down the quiet tile path. Just ahead, Neo Laura emerged from Villa No. 02–her uniform was midnight black with gold-crimson thread spiraling up the sleeves, like ancient dragon veins woven into cloth. Her long hair drifted slightly in the breeze.

She said nothing–just fell into pace beside him.

Seconds later, from the side of the path, Leo Mordric joined them. His uniform carried no flourishes–only solid dark-blue fabric, low-profile armor, and the cold focus of someone prepared to kill or survive, whichever came first.

The three walked in silence.

At the silver-class teleportation booth hub, Morca pulled his silver permit card and slid it into the glowing terminal.

The booth pulsed in recognition. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

[Permit Card Verified: Silver Access – Central Region]

Without a word, the trio stepped in.

They vanished in a silver-blue flash.

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Eden Domineer Academy – Central Region

When the light faded, the three cadets stood in the heart of the EDA – Central Region and what layed in front of them – a structured, high-level zone where Eden’s true authority pulsed in layers.

The air was sharper here. Clean, crisp, infused with mana and faint mechanical hums.

Buildings stretched outward in sectioned streets, grouped by purpose–like a city hidden within the academy.

Ahead, the Class Section rose in smooth, white stone and glass structures marked by rune-numbered signs. The pathways were wide, carved in polished tile, with energy lines embedded beneath the surface.

To the west, the Staff Residence District – low-profile houses and towers where elite instructors lived. Students were not permitted beyond its boundary.

To the east, the Mission Hall Complex loomed – five tall, crystalline buildings, each designated for different mission types: Solo, Squad, Dungeon, Special, and Forbidden Clearance.

Further north was the Cafeteria District–a cluster of pavilions, terrace-style open halls, and sky-connected platforms where students ate, gathered, or planned.

South of it all was the Training Hall Stretch – an entire avenue of simulation domes, gravity fields, elemental zones, and closed-rank sparring arena.

And everywhere–cadets moved like threads in a living weave.

All wore uniforms, walked with purpose. First-years, second-years, and elites of every rank mingled under strict structure.

Yet despite the symmetry, a silent hierarchy ruled the Central Region.

Morca, Laura, and Leo walked through it – not as strangers, but as a presence that made others glance once... then twice.

There was no need to speak. The street spoke for them.

And the noon bell hadn’t rung yet.

But it was close.

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Elsewhere in the Central Region...

Beyond the structured calm of the class section, tucked in the shadowed balcony of the Forbidden Clearance Mission Hall, seven figures lounged like coiled serpents. They stood apart from the flow of regular cadets – not due to isolation, but due to presence.

They were second-year students.

They were the Apex Thorn Division.

Each of them wore a variation of the standard uniform – modified subtly to reflect their status. Their emblems were marked in red-threaded thorns, stitched near their shoulders like scars earned, not granted.

They didn’t stand straight. They sprawled, leaned, and shifted with ease–as if nothing in Eden could touch them.

Their aura said one thing:

Predators.

At their center stood a lean figure clad in a coat of matte charcoal-gray, his collar upturned. His eyes were slanted and unreadable, one gloved hand resting lightly on the hilt of a sheathed blade strapped across his back.

His name was Leron Vance, the unspoken leader of second year cadet Apex Thorn Division.

He smirked faintly as he watched the distant shimmer of a teleportation booth discharge its passengers in the street below.

He didn’t speak, but the words echoed in his mind with biting clarity:

"Good... they’re finally out."

The Unique Class, Fresh targets.

Unknown to the trio or rather Morca he had been target right from when he trigger the reaction of the monument tower and today he might clanch with them...