Romans & histoires Sleeping Ranker

We can't help it, since he's Duke Lancaster's son. Duke Lancaster is the cousin of the King in charge, he's holding a high royal title than the population here except the royal family which is the King family. We can't do anything since he holds a high rank than us, that's why I let Ben do whatever he wants. I'm kinda pissed that we have students like him in our academy, it's not fair to use their family rank to show arrogance and he needs to act as if he was the one and only person on earth with the power. Dude, Prince Rhyker can defeat you in one slice.

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

end of his POV Mia's POV That dark side of mine was ready to be harnessed. I've waited on and growing impatient. It's dusk already and the moon was going to come out soon. A Human repeller like me surely have a dark side. The light side keeps me sane while the dark side wants me to go berserk and berserk I will go. Once I've killed Tartal, I will save my brother.

*Check The Ranking to see where you stand. "Give me the summary," I said. "The Ranking is updated hourly and everyone watches it like it's a sport," she said. "The Apex Circle runs the social architecture and they know it and they're comfortable with the knowing. The ability assessments are monthly and public and they matter more than grades for most people's sense of self." She held my gaze. "And Cael Stone has been at the top of The Ranking since he arrived two years ago and nobody has come close." I held that.

The last light had just turned off when Hank Liston queued up for his fifth ranked match. He turned on the volume, making sure the game music rocked the entire room. "Jungler!!! What are you doing, sleeping?! We need to jump this guy, you loser!" On the lower bed under me, Ben Singer, who had been holding back for a long while, rasped, "Can't you put your headphones on? I have an interview tomorrow." Hank simply snorted. "Interview? You can sleep the whole day, and you still won't make it in with that rubbish resume of yours. Don't try to blame your failures on me." Ben flushed beet red but didn't argue. Zac Kimmich, our other roommate, had his pillow covering his ears while he gripped

Suddenly Elm turn his attention to me, “For your information, Beta is the second rank after the Alpha, and the lowest rank there is the omega, Enforcer and a No-rank.” I squinted my eyes and said my thank you. “I mean, that’s very generous of you, Elm.” “Well, you’re welcome.” Said Elm, and I saw him low fiving Aaron. Just like a high five, but subtle. “No joking around, guys. Remember to take some rest after we have to arrive at the hotel.” Zephyr reminded us, but his eyes never wave away from his laptop.

So I do. "I guess I should educate you since you have amnesia. In the academy, we're divided into six ranks. And each rank has three tiers. We're in the third rank. Just three ranks left before we can graduate. The tiers are according to the level of our strength and abilities. I'm at Tier 3, which is the lowest. Uriel is at Tier 1 just like you." I gulp. Me? Tier 1? Now that is terrifying. "What about Rhydar?" I ask, and he shrugs.

Some looked at their classmates, curious who would raise their hands, but none did. "No one?" Guren asked in disbelief, but his face remained stoic, and he sighed. "We're already at a disadvantage." He then pointed at a member of his team, a boy. "You are the eighth-ranker, respectively, correct? And if I remember correctly, your name is Benedict?" "Yes," the eighth ranker, called Benedict, answered with a nod, his fluffy brown tail swaying a bit as he moved ahead. "I usually play as a Knight, but I can be one of Your Highness's Hunter for now."

“Please, alpha, not omega status, please—” “You’ll spend the next six months doing whatever work the pack needs,” Luca continued like she hadn’t spoken. “Cleaning, cooking, laundry, You’ll sleep in the omega quarters. And if I hear even a whisper that you’ve disrespected either of them again, you’ll be banished. Permanently.” Diana was sobbing openly now, her whole body shaking, and part of me felt bad for her even though she’d been awful. Omega status was the lowest rank in a pack. It meant you were basically a servant, given the worst jobs and the least respect. It was social death.

He strained his ears for the distinctive snore that would indicate the young warrior had finally drifted off into dreamland. His wolf was snarling in agitation and Brand's skin rippled with the need to shift and escape his prison when he finally heard it. The quiet but distinctive snore. He immediately cracked open the door, which Vidar had conveniently forgotten to put the crossbar over, and peeked out. The young warrior was in his usual place on the bench, head tipped back against the logs of the hut, mouth hanging slightly open. Brand watched as the boy's chest rose and fell with each breath, the snore emanating from his lips soft and persistent. He breathed a sigh of relief.