CHAPTER 17: CH 17: MORNING AFTER.

"It’s a long story."

That was all Aegon said before he sprawled onto the bed and let sleep consume him.

Not before having a bath and changing out of his soaked clothes.

Quinn and Eli just stared at him curiously, they didn’t know him enough to ask him any questions.

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With the descent of the moon came the stretch of sun as morning came.

The sun bled warm beautiful yellow hues that illuminated the room.

Aegon had slept for hours and was still snoring— it didn’t seem like he was planning on waking up anytime soon.

"Get up man."

Eli said while shoving Aegon wake.

Aegon muttered something unintelligible, still in a sleepy haze as he rolled over.

"Dude, I really don’t have time for this. The good stuff’s running out."

Eli folded his hands in annoyance.

Aegon finally turned to him, eyes fluttering open, scratching the back of his head to figure out what planet he was on.

His hands moved to wipe the sleep from his eyes— he opened his eyes to see Eli, arms crossed and brows knitted together.

"What’s the problem?"

Aegon said point blank.

"The problem? The problem is you’ve been asleep for more than 24 hours and she," Eli pointed at Quinn’s empty bed, " doesn’t seem to care."

Aegon eyes widened in realization, he shifted his eyes to Quinn’s bed.

"Where is she?"

"Probably already at lunch," Eli shrugged, "Where I should be too."

Aegon slumped back onto the bed. Covering his eyes with his hands to shield himself from Eli’s piercing gaze.

But he could still feel it.

’How the hell did I sleep for more than a day?’

Aegon thought. He knew he was tired, but not a day’s worth of sleep tired.

So that was a day wasted. A day he could’ve used to figure out how to draw on Aether or a general understanding of this world.

He also didn’t like the idea of rooming with one of the MC’s, Michael’s, main rivals.

Quinn Ovrin— under the Soul Craft Faculty and with the affinity distortion. Which basically meant she could alter space with ease.

But she was also still just a Novus. And that meant that the full length of her abilities hadn’t been reached yet.

The novel depicted her as an angry uptight prude for no reason at all. It always tried to make it seem like Quinn was always against Micheal for no reason.

But now that he was in the novel it was obvious. His dad killed her mom and she knew something about Nightwalker that no one else seemed to.

At least no one at the time.

What are the chances that Micheal was maybe like his father?

"Get up!"

Eli snapped.

Aegon stared at him, unflinchingly.

"Yell at me again and it’ll be the last thing you do."

Eli’s eyes widened, he stepped back.

Aegon, finally, crawled out of bed. To the shower and then dressed.

He stepped out feeling fresh again. Watching Eli squirm a little, his feet tapping incessantly against the floor.

The exited the room together and made their way for the cafeteria.

Aegon took this opportunity to ask Eli a few questions.

"For you to use your summons ability that means you can draw on Aether already, right?"

"Uhmm," Eli thought, a little shocked by the directness of the question, "Yeah, even manifesting Trixy takes a certain amount of Aether."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what exactly?"

Eli raised a brow.

"Draw on Aether, how do you do it?"

"I don’t really know," he shrugged, "it’s just like breathing now. I just breath and I feel it in the air, so I reach for it and summon her."

’That’s exactly what the book says. And is still useless to me.’

He changed the topic.

"What about cultivation? Have you started that yet?"

Aegon asked.

"Uhmm," Eli stopped, "how exactly do I put this, you know those... Activities I have with Trixy, that’s my cultivation technique."

Aegon stopped too.

"So... You’re a dual cultivator?"

"What’s that?"

"Basically, a technique where you both get stronger when you have sex."

"Nahh, it’s not the same thing. Having sex with Trixy is basically like food for her and cultivation for me."

Eli explained.

"Ohh and ewww."

Aegon’s face scrunched lightly.

"..."

They finally reached the cafeteria.

It was a building on its own considering how many students they had to feed at least three times a day.

Minimalistic and mostly metallic, round chairs that encircled tables.

The incessant chatter struck him like lightning— most awakened had already formed cliques and squads.

Except Aegon.

And on second glance— Quinn.

Aegon and Eli, moved to the lunch line. It was mostly cafeteria food— soggy cereals, stale chicken, and overripe fruits.

With the gruel in hand, they moved to Quinn— even as she gave them dismissive looks.

They rounded the table by her left and right— ignoring her eyes and focusing on their poorly made food.

The silence stretched between them before Aegon asked, "Eli, give us the rundown, how’s the hierarchy here?"

~CLINK.~

He dropped the spoon and turned to them like he’d been waiting for this his entire life.

He curled a finger at a group, trying not to be too direct.

They were most bulky guys who sat on the table, muscles bulging and everything.

"Those are the heavy Elementals and Mechania— strong, fast, willing to fight anyone and more brawns than brains.

I mostly avoid them because of it’s better for them to not notice you at all—"

He was interrupted when the cafeteria doors flew open— stealing the attention of everyone in the room.

For a brief second— no one moved.

A figure dressed in a sleek well fitted shirt, tailored pants and casual shoes that looked more expensive than houses.

His eyes gleamed ethereal blue eyes, hair that swayed just right even in the poorly conditioned cafeteria.

A face and body that could made models jealous and girls don’t their panties.

Of course, it was the MC— Micheal Anderson.

The murmurs of admiration erupted—

"He’s so hot, do you think he wants a side piece?"

"Fire and metal, that D’s bound to be otherworldly."

"Is it possible to cum without touch— because I think I just did."

"..."

But it seemed Michael’s gaze was set on something— or maybe someone.

Micheal stopped, gaze locked onto someone from across the room.

He began marching to him.

Towards Aegon.