331: High School of Rich.

High School of Rich.

It has been a few days since the news about the death of Abyss has been spread.1

It has been as expected.

The criminals of the Underworld have become more reckless, and the crime rate had the biggest spike of the decade.

Some Continents suffered more, like Arya.

All Underworld activities were halted in Winterlight because sudden appearance of Abyss, but after his death became public knowledge, they appeared from the holes they were hiding in and came to light once again.

Both military and Martial Arts Association are on high alert because it wasn't only ordinary criminals who became reckless.

Appearances of Rankless Ones became daily occurrences, and it is only a matter of time before they clash with Martial Artists.

There have been rumors that Rankless Ones killed Abyss, which made every Martial Artist enraged and ready to kill each and single one of them.

In public, the Government acted like his death was an extremely tough and sad thing, but in private... They were celebrating.

In Headquarters of Government.

1000th floor.

The only way to get there was via elevator, and the whole floor was one big room.

Currently, in that room, there was a celebration going on.

Three tables in the middle of the room made a large triangle, filled with all sorts of exotic food. In the middle of the triangle was a pyramid made of champagne glasses.

There were men and women in expensive suits talking with each other with laughter.

''Ah!'' A man with a black suit and bald head gulped the champagne down the throat with his cheeks becoming redder, ''That arrogant bastard actually managed to kill him! At first, I was skeptical when he told us the proposition, but damn!''

''Hey!'' A beautiful middle-aged woman with lengthy brown hair shouted with her drunken face, ''Shhh... It won't be good if the news will spread...''

''Pah!'' The bald man shook his hand, ''How could anyone find out... We control News after all!''

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes and took another glass of champagne.

The celebrations and laughter lasted for the whole day while the outside world was still mourning and suffering from the death of Abyss.

...

In Damio.

''Finally...'' Ichiro sighed in relief as he saw a city in the distance. It was surrounded by a large lake with only two entrances.

The entrances were lengthy steel bridges, which went over the lake and led straight to the streets of the large City.

It wasn't as big as Coldland, but it was big enough.

Ichiro raised his head and, in the sky, saw a plane descending, which made him relieved knowing that he had found a way to leave.

His outfit was vastly different from before. He was wearing saggy pants and a jacket in the color of brown, which he borrowed from a nice young man who was kind enough to borrow.

A bright red bicycle was underneath him, which still looked brand new.

The young men were also kind enough to give him directions for nearby City, and Ichiro put his agility and stamina to limit and started pedaling like his life depended on it.

It only took him a few hours to reach the City.

Ichiro left the dirt road and entered the asphalt road, with car moving back and forth, while he was driving the bicycle on the sidewalk, going straight towards the bridge.

His red bicycle was quite eye-catchy, and so was his muscular body, which made the saggy outfit not so saggy, instead could barely fit his body.

He wasn't the only one who was using bicycles as transportation. Instead, there were quite many.

Once he arrived at the bridge, the wind started blowing, making his messy black hair flutter alongside the wind. He turned his head and looked at the lake, which was a beautiful blue with no filth whatsoever.

Ichiro even managed to see the bottom of the lake, which was full of rocks of different shapes and sizes.

The bridge was around 1 kilometer in length, which took Ichiro some time to cross because he enjoyed the fresh air and the scent of the lake.

But soon, he reached the end of the bridge and pedaled straight, crossing a road and entered a street, which leads to somewhere.

The buildings were one of the most beautiful architecture he had ever seen, with most of the buildings looking very unique in their own way. Ichiro was amazed at the different kinds of cars, clothing, and even unique dressing ways of the citizens.

Ichiro stopped pedaling and parked the bicycle on a nearby bike rack. Looking around him, he saw a high school not far from his current position. It was surrounded by brick walls, and he could clearly see expensive-looking cars entering and leaving the school with students that were all wearing the same outfit.

The girls were wearing a jacket, which was in the color of pink and white, with a cute pink skirt, leaving their youthful legs wide open.

The boys were wearing a jacket, which was also in the color of white and pink, but they had pains in the shade of full white and shoes, but the shoelaces were in the color of pink.

''E-Excuse me?'' Ichiro was busy looking at the school gates and didn't notice someone had approached him.

Turning his head to the left, he saw a girl with pigtails and a school outfit, which was similar to the ones that left the high school.

She was quite lovely individual with bright blue eyes and a slender body, around 160cm in height.

''N-Napkin?'' She was offering a napkin with a shy smile and was pointing at Ichiro's dirtied face.

''Oh.'' Ichiro slowly accepted the napkin and wondered why she offered him a napkin.

'I would have been ignored by everyone in Arya if I looked like this... Are people here more friendly, or is it just her?' He kept looking at her unknowingly for over 30 seconds, which made the unknown girl's face pink in shyness.

He shook his head and slowly cleaned the dirt from his face, which was easier said than done. He had to rub it harder for the dirt to leave even slightly.

While trying to clean himself up, he decided to ask a question from the girl, ''That school... Is it for rich people?''

The girl shyly smiled and nodded, ''I-I think so...''

''Hmm...'' Ichiro hummed mysteriously.

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