God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

Ding!

[Congratulations, Points have been successfully allocated.]

The notification panel flickered in and out of Nolan's face as the sound of bones cracking slowly rang out through the forest, its power equivalent to muffled thunder.

Slowly, Nolan rose to his feet. He had completely changed.

Standing at a height of 1.9 meters, his formerly long, flowing white hair had visibly shortened, gently blowing around in the wind.

His body was like that of a Greek god, brimming with unparalleled brute power, with every contour of his muscles pressing tightly against his shirt.

Slight tears in the fabric on his chest revealed that the cloth, which had once seemed too baggy, was now tearing apart from the growth of his muscles.

Though his skin was white, it was never pale; instead, it was as white as snow.

His eyes had become sharper and more narrowed, like those of a hunter in a deep chase.

"Ah, quite the monumental change…" Nolan mused. Yet his voice was incredibly deep and boomed through the entire area, a slight reverberation pulsing out from Nolan's lips against the thickness of the air.

[Wow, what a crazy change!] The System exclaimed in shock!

Of course, it could see Nolan as clear as day, and it was more than shocked by the difference.

It was as if Nolan had aged ten years and was now in his prime, yet the System knew Nolan was still only 16 years old.

How could he have grown so massively, and how did his voice become so deep? It wasn't supposed to be the effect of allocating attribute points.

CRACK!

A faint crackling sound rang out as Nolan clenched his fist, feeling the space beneath his hand quiver from his brute power, and he smiled.

[Attributes]

[Strength: 100]

[Agility: 100]

[Perception: 90]

[Intelligence: 80]

[Charm: 8]

[Attribute Points: 0]

[You moved from your previous Strength of 35 to 100! More than triple your normal strength. I wonder how the other students will take this…]

The System remarked as Nolan grinned wickedly.

"Time to leave…" he mused, and in the next instant, a colossal pit, spread out in the shape of a cobweb, appeared beneath Nolan's feet.

Instantly, he became a specter, shooting into the distance with incredible speed.

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FLAP!

The sound of pages flipping rang out through the air as a fat young man with pitch-dark eyes and spectacles on his face sat at a table, a large book in his hands, reading with unparalleled focus.

His hair was pitch black, with a light yellowish hue to his face, and he was none other than Wiro himself.

Suddenly,

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

The sound of knocking could be heard on the wooden door.

Wiro jerked up from his seat in shock, his spectacles falling from his face, but before they could touch the ground, Wiro quickly picked them up to prevent any noise and waited silently, not moving a muscle.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Once more, the sound of knocking echoed, and Wiro's face paled.

This was his secret hideout; there was no way anyone except him knew this place.

The only person who knew had died just five days ago! Yet here, here was somebody knocking.

The fact was simple. He had been tracked down.

Immediately, Wiro reached under his bed, grabbing an incredibly sharp spear as a plan quickly formed in his head.

'I stab their chest and sprint off!' he thought before calmly walking to the door, making sure his steps were clearly heard by whoever was knocking.

His hand tightened around the spear.

In the next instant,

CLICK.

The door knob turned, and Wiro screamed in his head… NOW!

BOOM!

A muffled boom rang out as veins bulged all over Wiro's fat arm, and he pierced forward toward the towering figure's chest.

But it failed miserably as Wiro watched a hand appear at the end of the spear, catching it mid-thrust.

DING!

It was the sound of metal clashing against metal.

"FUCK!"

Without dwelling on his helplessness, Wiro immediately sprinted away as fast as he could, trying to escape from Nolan.

Every bit of energy was put into his legs to carry him faster, but he was shocked when he realized even though he was moving at full speed, the world around him remained stable.

'What's going on…?' he thought as he looked toward the ground, and his face paled.

Right now, his feet were dangling just a few inches from the ground, and his shoulder was currently gripped by a snow-white hand, rendering him unable to move or run.

'I guess this is it, then. At least those bastards sent such a strong person to kill me. I feel honored…' Wiro thought, giving up hope.

But at least he wanted to see who had killed him. He roughly kicked his leg backward, making contact with the person's stomach, causing his shoulder to be freed once more.

Quickly, he collapsed onto his back, trying to crawl away while staring daggers at his assailant. But his expression changed when he saw who was standing before him.

"You!? You!" Wiro said in shock as he pointed at Nolan's face. Yet his eyes kept looking up and down Nolan's body, his jaw dropping to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Nolan asked, and Wiro's face paled even more.

The voice! It was like speaking to a titan!

"You're… you're Nolan!" Wiro screamed out as Nolan raised an eyebrow before looking around the area.

"I thought you said only I knew this place apart from you."

"It seems like you were expecting a different person…" Nolan said with a snort as Wiro bottled up his shock and coughed, embarrassed.

"I never knew it was you. I thought they finally got their hands on you. It's been five days after all since your disappearance!"

"Wait, how are you still even alive?"

"where did you go?"

"How did you grow so tall?"

"What happened to your voice?"

"How did your muscles get so big? They're even tearing out of your clothes! Weren't they daddy-sized just five days ago…?"