Chapter 9 All elite class

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The raucous sound of laughter and clanging footsteps announced the arrival of Class 1-C before Noah even saw them. When he turned, the group was exactly what he expected: a collection of misfits, their gear sloppily worn and their demeanor screaming rebellion. One of them, a lanky boy with a crooked grin, wore his chest plate unbuckled, and another—a girl with spiky purple hair—carried her helmet under her arm as if it were optional. Miss Brooks didn't spare them more than a passing glance, but Noah watched closely. 'They look like they'd rather pick a fight with each other than anything else. But... that could work to their advantage. Chaos is unpredictable. With the right push, they could be dangerous.' As he studied them, he caught the eye of one of their members, a broad-shouldered boy with a jagged scar running down his cheek. The boy smirked, nudging his teammate as if to say, look, they're scared of us. Noah didn't break eye contact.@@@@ 'Let them think what they want. Everyone here is a threat, even if they don't look like it.' Cora leaned toward him. "Class 1-C. The dropouts of tomorrow," she muttered under her breath. "Or the wild card no one sees coming," Noah replied softly, his gaze still fixed on the unruly group. As Class 1-C loitered near the ship, the other students began to pair up, forming small groups. The base buzzed with quiet anticipation, the low hum of the aircraft engines in the background adding a sense of urgency to the air. Noah's eyes scanned the crowd, cataloging alliances. Everyone was sizing each other up, covering for weaknesses with strengths. It was a natural instinct, survival at its finest. 'Humans have survived plagues, wars, and apocalypses. It's in our DNA to adapt and overcome. Some of these groups might look weak now, but that's what makes them dangerous. Underestimating them would be stupid.' His gaze landed on Adrian Albright, the son of Commander Albright, standing awkwardly with three girls. The group looked more like they were on their way to a high school dance than a survival exercise. 'Why is he in Class 1-B?' Noah wondered. 'With his dad's pull, he could've been shoved into Class 1-A without breaking a sweat. Maybe the commander doesn't want to risk him getting found out... or maybe he wants to teach him a lesson. Either way, it's none of my business.' The homeroom teachers began to board the aircraft, their crisp uniforms standing out against the crowd of students in full gear. Miss Brooks exchanged a curt nod with Class 1-A's homeroom teacher, a tall man with a sharp jawline and an infuriatingly smug expression. As everyone filed onto the aircraft, Noah got his first close look at the ship. Sleek and massive, its metallic body gleamed under the sun, and the faint hum of its crystal-powered engines was a reminder of its sheer power. 'So this is it. State-of-the-art. I've seen it take off a hundred times, but being inside it? That's new.' The interior was as impressive as the exterior—rows of seats with harnesses, monitors displaying live feed from external cameras, and storage compartments for gear. Noah strapped himself in, glancing at the others doing the same. The three homeroom teachers stood at the front of the cabin. Miss Brooks stepped forward first, her voice steady and commanding. "Listen up. This is a large-scale assessment. Before we drop you off, there are a few things you need to understand." She gestured to the monitors, which displayed a map of the area. "This zone has been scouted thoroughly. The majority of the beasts you'll encounter are Category 1. There's a chance you'll run into a stray Category 2, but that's unlikely. Your mission is straightforward—eliminate threats, collect resources, and survive until extraction. The rendezvous point will be pinged to your bracelets." Class 1A homeroom teacher scoffed and this caused everyone to look his way including miss Brooks who wasn't impressed from the look on her face. Now looking at all three teachers, Noah found them to be an odd trio. The three homeroom teachers stood together near the landing craft, quite the contrasts to one another. It was almost comedic how different they were, like three characters from entirely separate genres thrown into the same story. First was Mr. Elias Vane, the homeroom teacher for Class 1-A. He stood like a monument, tall and broad-shouldered, his uniform crisp enough to cut paper. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes seemed to gleam with perpetual judgment. Even his boots looked like they'd been polished by angels. 'Of course he would look like a recruitment poster for the base,' Noah thought, stifling a snort. 'Bet he wakes up every morning reciting motivational speeches in front of the mirror.' 'Perfect Echo,' he thought with a bitter edge of sarcasm. 'Because mimicking someone's movements is so helpful when you're hunting beasts.' He glanced at his teammates. Kelvin was slouched against the wall, head tilted back in a deep, unbothered sleep. Cora leaned forward with her arms crossed, her brow furrowed in thought. Lila sat upright, humming softly to herself, looking unreasonably cheerful for someone about to face potential death. 'Maybe they won't be too judgmental?' Noah wondered, hoping his lack of impressive abilities wouldn't make him the group scapegoat. He clenched his fists and decided to shove the worry aside for now. They had bigger things to deal with. Suddenly, a loud whistle blared through the cabin, jolting everyone. The craft gave a slight shudder as it began to descend. Noah felt the floor vibrate beneath his boots and gripped his seat. "We're landing," Miss Brooks announced over the comm. The craft touched down with a mechanical hiss, and the rear hatch creaked open, revealing their destination. Noah and the others hesitated at first, blinking as they stepped out into the light. The landing area sprawled out before them like something torn straight from a surreal painting. The trees towered above them, their trunks thicker than any they'd ever seen, with bark that shimmered faintly as if embedded with fragments of crystal. Their leaves were broad and iridescent, catching the sunlight in strange ways, casting colorful shadows across the forest floor. The air smelled faintly metallic, mingled with a damp, earthy tang. The ground beneath their feet was soft, blanketed by a thick carpet of moss that glowed faintly green. The entire landscape felt alien, a stark departure from anything they'd learned about the Earth before the Seed. In the distance, strange flowers bloomed in clusters, their petals pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. A low hum buzzed faintly in the background, almost as if the forest itself was alive and breathing. For a brief moment, Noah stood frozen, taking it all in. 'This isn't Earth,' he thought, swallowing hard. 'Not the Earth we were taught about. It's something else entirely.' Him for one hadn't ventured out of the military base since he was born. It wasn't safe outside. A soft chime snapped everyone's attention back to their wrist devices. The holographic displays projected a countdown: 24:00:00 "What?!" Cora exclaimed, her voice cutting through the silence. "Twenty-four hours?!" someone else echoed in disbelief. The reality sank in quickly. The hunt was a whole day! Teams scattered, their boots crunching against the moss as they dashed toward the forest, eager to claim their kills. Cora nudged Noah, her tone urgent. "Let's move. Standing here gawking isn't going to help us." Kelvin yawned, stretching as he jogged alongside them. "Relax. It's just the start. The beasts probably aren't even close to this area yet." Lila, still oddly cheerful, skipped ahead. "I hope we find something cool! Like a glowing snake or a crystal fox." Noah trailed behind, his gaze darting between the shimmering trees and the disappearing teams. 'Cool or not, we just need to survive,' he thought grimly, steeling himself as their group plunged into the forest.

Chapter 9 All elite class

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