Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"He is the new Supreme Talent of Space Faculty? He certainly looks intimidating."

"Yeah, look at his eyes; they're practically telling us to maintain distance. Scary!"

"Tch, he couldn't be more amazing than Michael and Rayan, right? They're the top talents of this year's new recruits of the space faculty, after all."

Michael and Rayan, hearing the exchange, only scoffed as they continued ahead without bothering to take a look back.

"Elita, darling, where are you going?" a feminine male voice called out.

Elita, without a care, walked boldly toward Aengus.

"Hey, Handsome Zyth, wait!"

"It's not Zyth, It's Zytherion " Aengus paused, raising his brows.

"Whatever... Let's go for lunch together. You probably don't have any acquaintances here, right?"

"No."

"Haha, follow me then," she said cheerfully.

Aengus followed her, hiding a faint smirk.

The observers, both male and female, couldn't hide the jealousy in their eyes.

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Aengus was tall and strikingly handsome, while Elita exuded a cheerful angelic aura, standing just a tad shorter than him.

They looked like a perfect couple—at least in terms of appearance.

In the large lunch hall, already packed with students, Elita and Aengus made their way to the reserved seating area for the Supreme Faculty, a privilege only a select few could afford.

Though Elita was not as talented as Aengus, her connection to Supreme Laws made her special, just like the rest of their classmates.

Fortunately, the Supreme Faculty seating area wasn't crowded. Not even Michael and Rayan were present.

Sensing Aengus' curiosity, Elita explained as she seated herself gracefully,

"Not everyone comes here to eat. Many prefer to spar or play sports during the break. Don't worry, Zyth, I'll show you around once we're done eating," she said, her eyes lingering on his chiseled face, clearly charmed.

"Oh, what's your name again?"

Elita's cheerful expression instantly fell.

"It's... Elita Ashborne," she said through clenched teeth, her frustration evident.

Aengus remained unfazed by her displeasure, his face as calm as ever.

"Can you tell me if the rumors of a Nebula Dominator residing here are true?"

Elita blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. "Huh? Why are you suddenly asking about that?"

"Just casually..." he replied, his tone indifferent.

Elita hesitated but eventually leaned closer and whispered in a low tone, "Yes, but not just one—there are multiple. I don't know the exact numbers. Don't tell anyone about it, though. Otherwise, you could get into serious trouble."

Her warning was firm and serious, but Aengus only nodded slightly, his thoughts already elsewhere.

He was trying to piece together the mystery of the person who had allowed him to infiltrate the Trial and enter the Academy. That individual might hold the answers he sought about Bella and Aria.

In the Primal Realm, the power hierarchy of Seekers was vast and intricate. The basic structure included:

• Beginner

• Adept

• Mountain

• City

• Country

• Continent

• Sky

• World

• Star

• Nebula

• Black Hole

These Dominator ranks were determined not just by Law comprehension but also by secondary factors like innate abilities, unique physiques, rare lifeforms, and ancient bloodlines.

Law Stones served as the universal currency, used for improving Law comprehension and, on rare occasions, enhancing physical traits.

Yet, in front of Aengus' raw strength and unparalleled skills, most of these so-called World Dominators might as well be paper tigers.

Elita and the other new students were just in the Adept phase.

Among them, Aengus was like a lion wearing sheep's clothing.

After eating a few bites, their lunch was over, and they headed to the Sparring Area, a square-shaped open space where a few hundred stadiums could easily fit in.

The Sparring Area was the most used area by millions of students, so it was not that big when considering the bigger picture.

Aengus walked steadily, controlling his physical strength with near perfection. Otherwise, even a single stomp could turn the Sparring Ground into debris.

Elita followed him like glue, and Aengus could do nothing about it for now as he had bigger reasons for keeping her company. Her background was significant, and it could come in handy for finding Bella and Aria.

He couldn't interrogate her outright about the his women either. If she was new here, she likely didn't know much about Bella and Aria either. However, he needed her connections to find their location if they were being held captive somewhere unknown.

It was just a suspicion of his, nothing set in stone yet. Who knows Bella and Aria might be somewhere else, living freely.

"Hey, wanna spar, new... rising... star?" Suddenly, a young man blocked their path. His smirk and mocking expression were anything but friendly.

Aengus raised his brows, clearly displeased.

The extra attention was beginning to get on his nerves. But if he backed out now, people would see it as weakness and start to irritate him even more.

"Hugo, he is a beginner. How can you expect him to fight an Adept like you?" Elita retorted sharply, stepping forward.

Hugo's smirk widened. "Oh, come on, Elita. Achieving 96% marks shouldn't make him a newbie in battle. Or... was there some corruption involved? Shouldn't we find out?"

"Hmph! What corruption? You all saw how well Zytherion performed in class. So stop slandering him," Elita shot back, her tone fierce.

"Heh, heh, are you going to defend him in his place, Elita? Is he even a man now?" Hugo taunted, holding a real sword menacingly toward Aengus' face.

Aengus' eyes narrowed.

"Sure, let's do it. But don't cry later," Aengus said, his voice resonating deeply, carrying a devilish undertone.

Hugo flinched slightly, but a confident grin quickly spread across his face.

"Follow me..."

Elita stood helplessly, watching them walk off. But seeing the unwavering confidence in Aengus' expression, she couldn't help but hope to witness a scene worth remembering.

As they approached a large, reserved sparring circle, they instantly caught the attention of the crowd seated above in the square-shaped seating arrangement.

To make matters more dramatic, a large mirror above the arena reflected their entrance, ensuring everyone could see them clearly.

Aengus, observing the setup, quickly deduced the situation.

Someone was trying to humiliate him in public. Hugo was just a pawn, a tool in the hands of whoever was pulling the strings from behind the scenes.