Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Oku

"But you don't owe us an apology for reasoning correctly with the information you had." Eli looked at me for a long moment. Then he nodded once — the deliberate, considered nod of someone who has received information, assessed it, and integrated it. "Okay," he said. He picked up his pencil. "Is Mrs. Okonkwo going to be removed from the school?" he said. He was looking at his worksheet, but his attention was clearly not entirely on it. "Yes," Amelia said. "Before or after she is aware that we know?" "We're working on the timing," I said.

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

I love puzzles especially when it came in the form of measly humans. I checked my watch for the third time. "Oh bored already?!" She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not that high maintenance." I said nothing, my phone buzzed. Thank God. It was Levi, one of the few people I tolerated. A single message with a video file attached. "Watch this now!" His text screamed like a matter of urgency. My brows creased in question. I tapped it open, already half done with this date. The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing.

Dario: [Alberto, where are you? Dario: [Hey! Where are you?] Dario: [Hey! Come to our class quickly!] Dario: [Have you read the class group chat?] Dario: [Professor Hugo will come today in an hour from now.] His eyes bulged as he read the chat. Alberto's breathing started to become erratic. His heart was beating fast. Alberto felt panicked, but he tried to calm down by exhaling slowly and repeatedly.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

Iris: He got us. We closed the door behind us and left them for the classroom. Once again we stood there but now it's different. I could feel the pressure from the other side of the door. Drake opened the door and sure enough there was pressure. This time a whole bunch of fireballs in different colors looking awesomely fatal were waiting to be shot all aiming at us. We stood there by the door and facing off to all the current members of the Elite Tier class. (Except for the two we left behind and the worn-out Franz suffering from Depression.) They were all smiling and giggling and shouted in a loud voice.

Apparently, no one occupied the S-II Class and T-III Class yet since the strongest people of the school already graduated, and the current ones are still stuck at the O Class as that is still just the capacity of their strength. Class O, the current most intelligent, powerful, and strongest group of students in the school. The section and the place of the most terrifying people who bullied her. How come she is now inside the room she always feared? What just happened?! "Welcome to your new home, puppet!" Chase said to her with a large smile on his lips. She scorned inside.

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

I slip past the teacher and into my chair next to Delilah thankfully class had not started yet. First class was a breeze with my extra knowledge and education growing up it was not too complicated and am thankful for the extra work my father required of me and the twins. I part with Delilah drop my books off to my locker and head to my second class I have with Karla who surprisingly is waiting at my locker for me . We head to elite defence class together I was surprised they had all supernaturals train together Karla explained that while it’s not a walk in the park the elite defence class was nothing in comparison

Seeing that Gerald and his friends had remained in their seats, the few students from the elite class walked toward them and surrounded the four of them, “Hey, you four. Didn’t you understand what we said? It’s the elite class’s turn for meals now. If you know who you are, get lost, then. Otherwise, don’t blame us for being unfriendly!” A man with a buzzcut haircut glared at them and scolded them in a cold tone. These elite students were roughly Three- or Four-soul-rank of Sage Realm. They were more or less strong. Boom! Right after the man with the buzzcut haircut had finished talking, he was flung into the sky by a strong force.