The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 76: Class Begins With Discipline

Chapter 76 – (Class Begins With Discipline)

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...

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The trio–Morca, Laura, and Leo–stood near the third street of the Class Section, where numerous identical buildings stretched in sequence. Their uniforms were sharp, their presence calm, but their eyes were on their wrist devices.

Morca tapped his screen.

[EDA central zone, class section map Interface: Active]

[Locate: Class Section – Room 21-B]

[Current Position: 3rd Street, Entry 7]

[Path Calculated – Follow glowing route]

A soft silver light traced across the translucent screen, pointing forward.

"I’ve see it," Morca muttered.

"About time," Leo replied casually, his eyes already darting between buildings like a hunter.

Neo Laura said nothing, but her sapphire eyes shimmered faintly beneath her the half-mask as she stepped beside Morca.

Together, they followed the marked path.

Each step took them past whispering cadets, curious glances, and hushed gossip.

By the time they reached the entrance marked 21-B, the door was already pulsing with faint blue runes. The class emblem–an abstract ouroboros biting into a spiral of stars–glowed at its center.

Morca reached for the door.

Behind them, the noon bell began to ring.

Twelve sharp.

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Interior of Room 21-B – Unique Class Lecture Hall

As the door slid open with a low hiss, a breath of cool air swept past the trio.

The interior of Room 21-B was nothing like a traditional classroom.

It was more like a personalized meeting chamber.

The room stretched wide and long, its obsidian floor inlaid with faint silver lines that pulsed with restrained mana. The ceiling arched high overhead, embedded with floating lights that dimmed and brightened with the passing of time.

The walls bore no windows–only sleek displays and dark runic carvings that absorbed ambient sound. Along the side walls, advanced projection screens floated, ready to display data, simulations, or battlefield footage.

But what truly drew attention was the seating arrangement.

At the forefront of the hall stood three elevated seats, each built like miniature thrones of reinforced black crystal, cushioned with deep blue velvet. Floating just above each were glowing tags etched in crimson-gold: Rank 1, Rank 2, and Rank 3 follow the arrangement respectively.

These weren’t just chairs. They were statements–public reminders of status and dominance.

Behind them, a series of descending rows formed the general seating area. Each row was staggered in elevation, ensuring clear visibility.

Each cadet seat came equipped with a wrist-sync interface built into the armrest, and adjustable panels for note-taking or live analysis.

Morca, Laura, and Leo walked in silently.

Just past the entrance, at the first black throne, sat Jack Voidspace–already seated, calm, and unmoved. Clad neatly in his academy uniform, posture unwavering, back straight like a figure carved from obsidian.

He sat as if the world beyond that throne had nothing to offer him. Eyes hidden behind his ever-present blindfold, stillness wrapped around him like a second skin.

Morca’s eyes flicked briefly toward the front. A soft glow pulsed from the side of the third throne–Rank 3.

He didn’t pause... But something in his stride shifted, almost imperceptibly. Acknowledgment–not submission.

He walked past the first throne, past the unmoving Jack Voidspace, and approached the third. Without flourish, without noise, he took his seat–calm, composed.

’I’ll pass for now... Strength isn’t measured by where you sit.’

There was no bitterness in the thought... Only truth.

He knew who he was. ’Eden is just a stepping stone. My first stop. Nothing more.’

For a moment, the air around him chilled. The temperature dipped just enough for the nearby cadets to shift uneasily.

Then–It calmed.

Laura, already seated at Rank 2, couldn’t help but let a smile curve her lips. ’He’s triggered by the seat order... Hehehe.’

Her sapphire eyes gleamed faintly.

’The coming storm... it’s going to be thrilling to watch.’

Other cadets filtered in one by one–Zack, Gina, Rider, Tyler, Mulan, Brian, and more–each glancing at the thrones before settling in silence.

But soon, a quiet murmur rippled through the room.

Three seats remained empty.

Villa No. 14 – Cadet Nathan walker, Villa No. 16 – Cadet Alex Maxwell , and Villa No. 17 – Cadet Thorn Vass

Their absence hung in the air like a shadow too heavy to name.

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Then, without warning, the far wall slid open–and Instructor Calem entered.

His steps were sharp, his robes immaculate. He walked with the calm assurance of a man who knew every word he spoke would be recorded in the hearts–or regrets–of his students.

He stood at the central stage just beneath the three thrones.

His gaze swept the hall once, he saw the empty seats. He said nothing.

Then he looked to the rest "You came on time," he said softly. "Good. But remember–being present does not mean you are prepared."

He raised one hand, and the lights shifted slightly–dimming toward the front as a blue-white hologram began to form behind him.

"Welcome to your first class as members of the Unique Class."

He stood silently at the center of the dimmed lecture hall, the blue-white hologram behind him slowly stabilizing into a circular interface.

His lips parted slightly as he prepared to speak, But before the first word left his mouth–

Hiss

The classroom door slid open.

Three figures stepped in, breath shallow, eyes alert.

Alex Maxwell, Nathan walker, and Thorn Vass–the three cadets whose absence had hung like a quiet anomaly–now entered together, their uniforms slightly disheveled from their rush.

They froze halfway through the room as all eyes shifted toward them.

Instructor Calem didn’t lift his gaze.

He merely glanced at his wristwatch–then tapped it once.

"Visit the Punishment Hall." His voice was calm. Unflinching.

"Delaying class by three seconds."

The silence that followed cracked louder than any scolding.

The trio stiffened, exchanged glances, and turned without a word or resistance–exiting through the same door they entered.

It closed behind them with finality.

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All around the hall, the already-seated cadets reacted differently.

Jack Voidspace didn’t flinch, non–could–he with his blindfold. He hadn’t even acknowledged their entry in the first place.

Neo Laura’s lips curled faintly beneath her mask–not mockery, just subtle amusement.

Denis Sherman swallowed hard, reminded again that Eden’s second chances came with blades.

Tyler Sherman narrowed her eyes–serious, respectful, calculating.

Leo Mordric tilted his head just slightly, expression unreadable.

And Morca?

His crimson and abyssal eyes blinked once.

’Three seconds,’ he thought. ’That’s all it takes to lose a foothold here.’

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Without missing another beat, Instructor Calem raised his right hand and pressed a rune-inscribed remote control.

The screen behind him flared brighter, expanding until it hovered large and readable across the entire wall.

A new interface appeared–simple and direct:

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Eden Domineer Academy – Unique Class Cadet Curriculum

First Semester – Core Subjects

Week 1:

1. Eden Planet History / Apocalypse Crises

2 . Power Paths and Power Ranking System

Week 2:

3. Dungeon Classification and Threat Analysis

4. Eden Planet Division and Political Structures

Week 3:

5. Introductory mission & Monument tower

6. Mid-Semester Examination

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Instructor Calem turned slowly to face them all, eyes sharp beneath the projection’s glow.

"No path begins without context," he said. "Today, you learn why Eden is not a school–but a last wall."

Without wasting a breath, Instructor Calem reached into his storage ring.

In a shimmer of silver-blue light, he retrieved two distinct objects and held them aloft for the class to see.

The first was barely larger than a SIM card–a thin, metallic-black piece engraved with hairline runes so delicate they shimmered like starlight against the black alloy. The surface pulsed softly, as if alive.

"This," he said, his voice echoing crisply through the still air, "is called a SEgrade-Echo Card–short for Scene Echo Grade Card."

He held it between his fingers as if it weighed less than thought.

"It is used for the storage and playback of large-scale memory scenes. History, trauma imprints, recorded mana resonance, and layered battlefield echoes. Unlike visual recordings, these preserve emotional, spiritual, and mental weight."

He tapped it lightly.

"Everything you’ll see from it–you’ll feel."

A ripple passed through the cadets.

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Then, with his other hand, he produced the second object.

It was larger, about 3.4 inches wide and 7 inches long. It looked like a metallic flat tablet fused from ancient stone and futuristic alloy, engraved with dense rune clusters and embedded with fine mana circuitry. Its edges gleamed faintly, and a single rotating emblem hovered at its center like a mechanical eye.

The moment Instructor Calem revealed the metallic flat tablet, Morca’s attention snapped into focus.

His back straightened slightly.

’That... looks similar to the one that held the Breathing Blood Codex technique...’ The technique Emmett Lee had personally given him.

To confirm his suspicion,

"This," instructor calem continued, "is a Spiritual Memory Divine Card, or SMd-Card – used primarily for skill-based learning. It stores combat techniques, bloodline triggers, and elemental applications that are not suited for verbal instruction."

He waved a hand casually.

"You’ll learn more about this later–during your combat theory and monsterology classes–But for now..."

–he raised the SEgrade-Echo Card again–"This is our focus."

He turned toward the massive floating screen behind him and inserted the card into a small projector node embedded in the rune-lit stage floor.

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The moment the card clicked in–

The room dimmed.

A low hum vibrated through the walls.

Then–

The screen flared to life, expanding into a wide, three-dimensional holographic landscape. Mountains formed. Skies churned. Oceans shimmered. Shadows stretched.

A deep voice began to speak–not Instructor Calem’s, but one recorded long ago. Layered and solemn. Ancient but crisp.

"Welcome back to the official reconstruction of the Eden Planet History and Apocalypse Crisis Log..."