Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

As Professor Barut performed several primary Space Techniques for beginners, his eyes were drawn once again to the new student at the back.

He had been observing for a while now, giving Aengus enough chances to reflect on his behavior. However, the student's continuous laziness showed no signs of disappearing.

As a new student who had just spoken of becoming a great master of Space, this behavior deeply disappointed Professor Barut.

"Mr. Zytherion... Stand up," Professor Barut finally called, intending to teach the new student a lesson.

"Handsome Zyth, wake up!" one of the girls whispered loudly, her tone surprisingly concerned.

All eyes turned to Aengus. Some female students were genuinely worried, while others smirked, enjoying what they assumed would be his embarrassment.

"Must be dreaming of becoming a 'World Dominator' in his sleep," one boy mocked, his disdain evident.

Aengus stirred, lazily lifting his head. His piercing eyes scanned the room, and the mocking laughter immediately died down. Without showing the slightest hint of nervousness, he rose to his feet.

"Yes, Professor?" he asked, his tone calm and composed, as though entirely unaffected by the situation.

"Mr. Zytherion, you just spoke about your aspirations of becoming a great master of Space. Are you going to achieve that with this type of diligence? Why are you sleeping in class? Are my lessons boring to you?" the professor questioned, suppressing his anger as much as he could.

Aengus tilted his head and replied calmly, "No, professor. You're doing great. It's just that I have already completed the primary techniques, so I was a little bored."

"You have completed all of them? Don't joke. Do you think you're the second Michael?" one student said arrogantly, glancing at the top Supreme beginner talent with respect and servitude.

But Michael had no reaction.

"Hey, why can't he? Let the professor handle it. Don't talk bad about our handsome Zyth," the fierce girl retorted like a devoted fangirl, her lively eyes squinting. Still, she was beautiful and graceful nonetheless.

The boy was utterly struck speechless.

"Elita, you would speak for a boy you just barely met? We've been classmates for a few weeks now," the boy said, clearly irritated.

"So what?" Elita replied with annoyance.

Michael, the top student of the class, said nothing. He quietly observed the scene unfolding before him, his expression cold and detached, as if these trivial exchanges were beneath his consideration.

"Enough!"

Professor Barut's gaze sharpened as he observed the bold declaration from Aengus. Suppressing his irritation, he asked sternly, "You claim to have completed all the Primary Techniques? Very well, Mr. Zytherion, demonstrate one of them for the class."

Aengus shrugged nonchalantly, his expression calm. "As you wish, Professor."

Whispers broke out among the students.

"He's bluffing. There's no way he's mastered them already," scoffed the same arrogant boy who spoke earlier.

The fierce girl, Elita glared at him with venom. "Just wait and watch, Albert. Our handsome Zyth would surprise you. I am sure of that."

Aengus glanced at Elita for a moment before walked to the center of the class with measured steps.

Elita blushed light, watching him go with admiration.

The air around him grew tense as he raised his hand. With a subtle flick, space warped visibly, creating a small but intricate teleportation array that shimmered with precision.

The room fell silent.

"That's...!" someone murmured in shock.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"He completed the Spatial Thread Technique flawlessly!"

Even Professor Barut's composed demeanor faltered. He examined the technique critically before nodding in reluctant approval.

"Impressive," he admitted. "Your execution of the technique is indeed flawless. But this doesn't prove you know all the primary techniques. Why don't you show me some more techniques to convince the whole class?" Professor Barut demanded, taking great interest in the new student.

"Sure..."

Aengus, without any excitement, began demonstrating some basic Space Law implementations known as techniques:

Space Walking, Short Distance Teleportation, Spatial Sense, Space Blades, etc.

To Aengus, these were just trifling matters, but he didn't show more, not wanting to appear as an exhibitionist.

Professor Barut was more amazed than impressed.

He could see how flawlessly Aengus was executing each technique, as if it were as easy as pie. It might even surpass him in terms of flawlessness.

Not everyone's physique had such talent for perfect execution and adaptability with Space, after all.

It seemed the new student's Supreme Talent title wasn't just for show; it was genuine.

The students exchanged wide-eyed glances, including Michael and another Supreme Talent, Rayan.

Their brows scrunched up, realizing a worthy rival had finally appeared to challenge them.

They could perform those techniques too, but they doubted they could match Zytherion's level of precision and ease.

"Can I go now, professor?"

"Ah, sure, go ahead. But don't lose yourself in overconfidence, Student Zytherion," Professor Barut advised kindly. But this time softer approach in his voice.

Aengus gave a curt nod before heading back to his seat.

"Hey, handsome Zyth. I'm Elita. Nice to meet you. You were amazing out there," Elita said with a smile from the sidelines, just as he took his seat.

Elita was seated four rows ahead to the right, just within his peripheral view.

"Zyth?"

Aengus frowned at first, but as he glanced at her information and stats, a faint smile crossed his face.

Elita's heart fluttered with happiness upon seeing his smile and getting his attention.

But as the class went on, Aengus didn't give her a second glance, which made her frustrated each time she turned back to see him.

Very soon, the time for the lunch break arrived.

Professor Barut walked out of the class, looking exhausted, while the students were cheerful, heading off to eat or chat.

Aengus also left the classroom alone, but a few eyes lingered on him, as if hesitating to approach.

Michael and Rayan walked at the very front, earning exclamations from the girls and boys, as they were well-known newcomers in the Academy.

And Aengus—his alias was slowly becoming known to all.

In the long hallway, students from other classes also cast him curious glances.