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

[Congratulations, Host has Successfully Activated the Kratos Crown Skill]

[Random Defeated God Ability Is Now Being Channeled]

[Congratulations, Host has awakened the Power Of god Baldur!]

Golden rune-like tattoos spread out from the golden Crown on Nolan's head, covering every inch of his skin until Nolan himself look like a light man.

"DIIIIIEEEEE"

The roar of rage boomed out as Quinn appeared before him, his claws violently slashing towards Nolan's neck in with an incredibly powerful momentum.

Yet,

DIIIIINNNG

It was the sound of metal knocking into each other as Nolan didn't even bother to block, yet the sharp ghostly claws couldn't even draw a blood.

"What the!!!?" Quinn hurriedly retreated at the strange scene, his heart almost exploding within him from the sudden fear.

"Who...Who are you!?"

"Your death!"

In the next instant—

SPUUUURRRT!

Blood spilled out like a tap as a groan of pain escaped Quinn's lips. Looking at his own arm, he could see it had been completely ripped out from his shoulder, but that was only the beginning.

RIIIIP!

RIIIIP!

RIIIIP!

Three more ripping sounds rang out as Quinn's knees smashed helplessly onto the ground.

Now, he had no arms, his wings had been torn apart, and his right leg was also gone.

He was utterly helpless.

He could tell that Nolan wasn't just as fast as light; he was also as impenetrable as a rock.

No attack worked against his skin, and each seemed to be repelled by some type of magic.

Quinn couldn't understand how Nolan, whom he had bullied for three years straight and whose life he had kept within his grasp, had managed to desperately improve his strength so much.

And now, he even possessed a light bloodline!

How could he have a light bloodline? How could he be a prodigy?

"You're not saying anything now, Prodigy?" Nolan sneered.

"Quinn Vampiro, the mighty prodigy with two high-grade darkness bloodlines and their awakened marks. Now laying crumpled on the ground with no arms, his Vamorein wings ripped out, and his right leg gone."

Nolan called out as he gently placed all the ripped-out organs before Quinn, whose eyes flashed in shock before his teeth ground together.

He could do nothing but watch as everything was laid bare before his own crumbled knees.

"You bas—" The roar had yet to complete itself when a leg violently stamped onto the back of Quinn's head, smashing his face into the ground.

Nolan pressed his head down, grinding it even deeper.

"The mightiest prodigy, getting stomped under the feet of the trashiest trash in the academy? Stand up and fight, Quinn!"

Nolan called out as he took his leg off Quinn's head, but Quinn's body only curled more onto the ground, blood oozing out of every one of his orifices.

Quinn's wide eyes were still open, though, and now they had thousands of emotions flashing through them. The most prominent ones were confusion and self-doubt.

"I lost? I lost to the trashiest trash in the academy? How? How is this possible? No, this is a dream! This has to be a dream!" he thought, but his train of thought was quickly broken when he heard the sound of a zipper being undone.

"Don't tell me…"

SPLASSSH!

A hot liquid rained down Quinn's head as Nolan brought out his big daddy and sprayed all its contents on the piece of trash beneath him.

"It seems you have yet to come to terms with reality. Hopefully, this will wake you up," Nolan said, a satisfied light in his eyes as he emptied his bladder all over Quinn's head.

When he was done, he zipped up before slamming his leg on Quinn's head, cracking a gigantic hole in the ground.

"I have enjoyed this battle up till now. Unfortunately, all battles must come to an end. Isn't that right, Quinn?" Nolan called out as he slowly stretched his hands toward Quinn.

In the next instant, a powerful wave of golden light coalesced in his palms, soon forming into a small sun ball.

No words were uttered from Quinn, whose eyes had lost their light. He simply stared blankly into the distance.

"No last words? Fine, then goodbye…" Nolan said as the light ball in his hand flared out with even greater destructive power. He pointed his palm toward Quinn's head.

If he released it, Quinn's upper body would immediately be blown to nothing but ashes. That was Nolan's plan until something screamed out to him.

[DON'T! DON'T!]

The system's voice rang loudly in his head, and Nolan, who was just inches from releasing the ball, suddenly stopped and raised an eyebrow.

His expression quickly changed when he saw something.

Right now, just an inch before Nolan's neck, there was the large edge of a scythe seemingly made of darkness, stopping just short of an inch before his throat.

Instantly, Nolan shot backward with incredible speed, appearing twenty meters away while staring straight at where the scythe had been.

Finally, the figure revealed itself.

It was a dark-robed figure, standing at a towering height of three meters.

The figure was standing protectively over Quinn's crumpled body, holding a meter-long death scythe in its arms.

"Death to anyone who brings death to the young master…" The voice, like iron scraping against iron, resounded as the figure's ghostly red eyes stared at Nolan.

An incredible chill washed over Nolan as an aura of death surrounded him, making him feel like life was being sucked out of him just from those eyes.

[Back off, Nolan.]

The system spoke again as Nolan shifted his stance, his dagger appearing in his hand, brimming with golden light and crimson flames.

He quickly prepared for another battle.

[I said, BACK OFF!!!] The system's voice didn't appear as a notification this time but actually screamed in Nolan's mind.

His eyes flashed in surprise.

Never had he seen the system so agitated and angered. Nolan's hands, holding the dagger, shook slightly, but in the end, he sheathed his weapon.

With one last look at the crumpled Quinn and the shadowy entity standing before him, Nolan slowly stepped back before quickly fading away from where he stood, disappearing into the night sky...

Now left in the hall were two figures: the shadowy entity and Quinn's unconscious body.

"Hmmm." A sound escaped the shadowy entity's lips as its otherworldly scythe disappeared.

Slowly, it turned to look at Quinn's crumpled body and it picked him up in its arms before it also walked out of the hall, becoming a specter that swiftly headed for the Academy's hospital.