Chapter 40: Razmun

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he heard the cold beauty’s name.

“Wait, your name is Beelze, like in Beelzebub?”

Biblical names were not only not strange but pretty standard in the Godslayer Humaking due to the name of the First Titan of Godslayer Humankind, Adam.

Cain himself was a perfect example, but Beelzebub was a demon in the Old World, so he found it odd and was not alone as Levi thought the same.

Beelze noticed the weird look the duo gave her, and some irritation appeared on her face.

“Stinky geezer.” She spoke those words quietly, but Cain and Levi heard it. Clearly, she also did not like the name her father gave her too much.

“What. Do you have something to say about my name?”

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Cain and Levi immediately shook their heads as they saw the piercing gaze of Beelze. Even if they were ten times braver, they would not dare to mock the girl’s name.

“Anyway, I am Levi, and he is Cain. We should leave.”

Cain and Beelze nodded, and the trio exited the auditorium. Once outside, they separated. Cain went home while the other two headed to different parts of the Lightning Imperial Fort.

On his way home, Cain thought of something and triggered his Wave Cloak before using Wave Focus to direct most of his Astral Wave into his legs.

He intended to increase the Astral Wave around his legs to run faster. In theory, that made sense, but as Cain stomped the ground, he found himself jumping more than a meter before falling and rolling.

It was not hard for Cain to understand what happened. The sudden rise in the strength of his legs made it so that instead of putting enough force to impulse his body forward, it was high enough to propel him into the air.

In essence, Cain had the strength but could not use it properly.

‘Strength without control is useless on the battlefield.’ That thought crossed Cain’s mind before hearing laughs from a distance.

Some cadets were laughing about his mishaps, and while it made Cain slightly embarrassed, he did not care too much and just flashed back to his home.

Once there, he bowed to the altar with his father’s picture, took a quick shower, and ate some food. While he would like to begin cultivating immediately, he was exhausted, so before anything else, he took a nap.

An hour later, Cain awoke full of energy. An average human would have needed much more time to recover. However, not only was he a Level 2 Astral Wave Warrior, but he also possessed a powerful Lineage that granted him vigorous vitality.

Cain headed into the living room, took a container with Dark Race’s blood, and continued training the Fiend Devourer Cultivation Technique.

The hours passed as Cain trained, and he felt his meridians growing stronger. He only stopped after almost eight hours before going to sleep.

Although cultivation was boring, for someone like Cain, who spent month after month working hard the past years while receiving nothing, there was nothing better than feeling his cultivation increase by the hour. Besides, there were few things to do inside the Lightning Imperial Fort, especially for cadets.

Cain woke up when the first ray of sunlight appeared. He washed his face and ate something light before marching into the auditorium.

Levi was already in the auditorium and sat in the same place yesterday. Cain headed there and nodded to the red-eyed youth before sitting by his side.

A few minutes later, Beelze entered the auditorium, and to the dismay and envy of many cadets, she chose to sit by Cain’s side just like before.

Cain and Levi nodded to Beelze before closing their eyes. The duo was using the time to cultivate. While many others could consider their behavior rude, Beelze liked it.

She was sure that everybody else would barrage her with all sorts of questions. Not because they care about the answer but to get closer and force some kind of relationship.

Compared to that, the duo, whose minds seemed to care only about cultivation, was a breath of fresh air.

In the end, the trio sat silent as they enhanced their Wave until the teacher finally arrived.

The one that arrived was not Wink but someone else. A short man, not more than one and a half meters tall, with a robust body full of muscles.

His long brown beard and bald head made him look like one of the dwarfs of the Old World’s fairy tales, but the truth was that just like Lumir’s green skin, those physical characteristics were an effect of his bloodline.

He stood in front of the auditorium and remained silent for a moment as he stared at the cadets. Despite his short stature, he unleashed an imposing aura that made everybody adopt a solemn expression.

“My name is Razmun. I will be your teacher for the Dark Race Assassination Class.”