Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 78: Portal [1]

[Two days later.]

"As most of you know, the Krivos Kingdom was founded by an otherworlder."

A voice echoed within the classroom as an elderly professor paced around.

He had a long greyish beard that matched the wrinkles on his face.

"In those times, the world was in chaos. He was the one who became the beacon of hope for humanity....."

’Why did I even bother to continue to stay in the class?’

Akamir wondered as he leaned on the table, looking at the professor with a bored look.

He remembered how this class was supposed to be a mana theory one but was changed at the last moment.

Akamir rubbed his temples, glancing to his side.

Zaina sat beside him, her side face completely focused on the professor.

’She really is an ace student, isn’t she?’

He mused, looking away from her.

’A really good student.’

For the first time since the academy started, it was the first time she approached him willingly.

She didn’t say a word but just sat down beside him.

’It’s safe to say she is more approachable now.’

Zaina remained completely still as she focused on the professor’s words.

Akamir leaned closer to her. "Do you know what his name is?"

Zaina gave him a weird glance before she whispered back. "Professor Darvin."

Akamir nodded as he leaned back to look at him.

"During the time of the first awakening of his bloodline, a lot happened, like how beings not belonging to this world came to meet with him."

Unaware of Akamir’s gaze, Professor Darvin continued to give his lecture.

"Some say they were gods, some called them evil beings, and some say they were parasitic aliens....."

Akamir rubbed his chin thoughtfully as the professor took a break, looking at everyone.

"...But the founder, Akira Fujii, said and I quote, ’I was blessed by an angel and was requested to never let my bloodline decline.’"

’....Angels, huh?’

The word immediately took Akamir’s interest.

Even though he has been in this world for a notable amount, it’s the first time he has heard about angels.

’Well, if there are gods, then angels aren’t far-fetched.’

Professor Darvin began writing something on the board—three large symbols, etched in chalk.

"These symbols," he said, tapping the board, "were found in the ruins believed to be Akira Fujii’s final resting place. One represents light, the second eternity, and the third..."

He paused, tapping the last one with a slight frown. "Unknown. Scholars believe it refers to a forgotten entity or force."

Akamir blinked slowly, processing the words.

’Light. Eternity. Unknown...hmmm.’

He glanced at Zaina again.

Her brows were furrowed slightly, and she was taking notes quickly, her pen gliding across the page with ease.

He leaned in again. "You ever heard of these angels before?"

Zaina didn’t look up. "Not in any of the official books. But I’ve heard rumors."

Akamir raised an eyebrow. "Rumors?"

Zaina nodded subtly. "People talk about certain bloodlines having unnatural talents. Or visions. Some say they’re still being guided."

Akamir looked back toward the board, his expression unreadable.

’Guided by angels? Or controlled to do their bidding?’

As pessimistic as it sounds, Akamir was quite sure that’s the case.

’A higher being guiding someone other than their own benefits? Yeah, not happening.’

Darvin clapped his hands.

"Now, I don’t expect you all to believe in fairy tales. But history is built on what we choose to remember... and what we choose to ignore."

"And what we choose to ignore?"

One of the students asked curiously.

Professor Darvin looked at him with a small smile.

"That Sir Akira was a pervert with over twenty wives."

He said, making the class gasp in surprise.

"Because of how many children he had, there was a civil war for the throne after years of his death and it only stopped when most of his bloodline were dead."

Akamir looked to his side, which for everyone was an empty seat, but not for him.

He leaned closer to Nayomi, who was sitting with a bored expression.

"Was Akira really a pervert?" he whispered softly. "Or was it something else?"

"He was really a pervert." she groaned. "Mostly Japanese are perverts, no matter how polite they are."

"I don’t quite get that."

"Of course you won’t." she mumbled in annoyance. "You aren’t from Earth."

Akamir just shrugged, not getting that as well.

’Must be a cultural thing, I guess.’

He curiously looked at her. "What about the part with Angels?"

Nayomi hesitated for a while, as if unsure about it.

"That might be true." she whispered softly. "He had a skill to understand any language and communicate with anything and anyone as long as they have consciousness."

Akamir leaned back. ’That’s actually a really great ability.’

He would love to have such an ability, as it would make a lot of things easier for him.

’Runes are also a language, so maybe I can learn them easily.’

Akamir shoved those thoughts aside as he glanced to his other side.

Zaina was looking at him with a weird expression.

She leaned closer. "Do you often talk to yourself?"

Akamir’s lips twitched. "....No."

"You are so weird."

Annoyance crept under his skin as he gave her a look.

"Aren’t you the one who has voices in her head?"

Zaina blushed, her amber eyes dropping with shame. "...Shut up. That’s different."

A bell rang, signaling the end of the class.

"For your assignment," the professor’s voice echoed,

"I want you all to pick a figure from the founding era and write a theory. Anything—so long as it’s backed up by some kind of evidence."

Groans echoed across the room.

As students gathered their things and filtered out, Akamir stood slowly, stretching his body.

Zaina closed her notebook, hesitating before glancing up at him. "Are you actually going to write the assignment?"

"Nope."

She tilted her head. "You seemed interested in the angel part."

"...A little," Akamir admitted. "But that doesn’t mean I will study."

Zaina sighed before mumbling. "Will my fiancé be illiterate?"

"I can hear that."

Zaina didn’t bother replying as she packed her stuff and began to walk out.

Akamir shrugged and walked behind her.

Viros and Luca met him on the way down as they shifted their eyes from him to Zaina.

They smiled creepily and gave him a thumbs up.

Akamir flipped his fingers at them.

’Fucking weirdos.’

He ignored them as he walked out of the class, only to stop at someone’s presence.

He tilted his head, her long coat swayed as she marched forward. "Milo?"

The tanned skin woman looked into his eyes. "Professor called for you."

Akamir frowned. "Why?"

"You better come and see yourself." she replied, turning around. "It’s important."

Akamir still remained confused, but he followed behind her nonetheless.

’Did something happen?’

He wondered, feeling a discomfort bubbling inside.

’Huff. Let’s not overthink it.’

Akamir matched his steps as he looked at her. "By the way, I never asked, but what’s your relationship with the professor?"

Milo looked at him. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"When I was five, I lost my parents." she finally whispered. "...He took me in when he found me dying on the streets."

Akamir blinked, a bit surprised. Milo rarely said anything about herself.

"He raised me like his own," she added softly, her eyes distant. "Taught me how to survive. How to fight and how to be like him."

Akamir didn’t know what to say. He never imagined the grumpy old professor being... fatherly.

"You care about him a lot, huh?" he asked quietly.

She gave a small nod. "He’s the only reason I’m still alive."

Akamir nodded silently as he looked away.

"...He got a letter a few days ago." Milo mumbled, taking his attention. "I don’t know what was in it, but he has been restless after reading it."

Akamir tilted his head. "...Restless?"

"He hasn’t eaten anything for almost a week." she replied, looking at him. "All he is doing is working on the Ven Core."

Akamir let out a sigh. "He is obsessed with that thing."

Milo stopped walking as she fully turned towards him.

He frowned. "What?"

She didn’t reply; instead, she bowed her head deeply.

"Please help him achieve what he wants." she pleaded. "It’s his lifelong wish to complete what his master couldn’t."

Akamir looked down at her for a while without any words.

He finally sighed and resumed his walk. "I won’t make any promises."

Milo just nodded as she walked behind him. "I know."

They walked in silence as they reached his office room.

But—.

Akamir stopped in place, looking at the Ven Core suspended in the air....

....Along with an oval shaped structure.

’A Dyson sphere?’