"Don't lose, Dorga, or you'll be expelled," the boy shouted from the end of the corridor.
Dorga stood at attention in front of the entrance to the corridor of the school. He's always been a star at school. The concern of the other participants, whom he did not know, always cheered him on. He's already used to it. It wasn't always like this, it wasn't as popular before as it is now. Dorga has a best friend now. The new guy who turned Dorga's life around before and after.
A boy crashed into Dorga, who was standing in thought at high speed. Dorga prayed with his face on the floor. And the one who crashed into him kept his balance and was able to stand on his feet.
The guy who had been encouraging Dorga recently came over and started helping him get up. Dorga saw the reason for his fall and could not understand how an eleven-year-old child could look like a guy who seemed to be twenty years old. It was Atu. He's new, and a lot of the guys at school didn't take him in. He's been at this school for three days now, but he's managed to humiliate the graduates, a local gang of self-styled tough guys. And he's only 11 years old.
Atu looked away from where he was running. There, those tough guys from the school were running after him. There were about forty of them.
They stood in front of him and began to stretch our arms.
"Well, what? Are you afraid of us? You seemed SO cool!" the guy with the broken nose shouted.
Dorga intervened and got between them. But Dorga had a good reputation and a glimmer of authority at school.
"Asir, are you really going to beat up the kid?" asked Dorga, pointing at Atu.
"Yes, he's not a child, but he's one hundred percent a man who pretends to be a child," the guy with the broken nose says, waving his arms.
"Well, you don't look like a man against my background," Atu said as if cutting.
The crowd that came to see this made a "woooo" sound from afar. Asir and his gang were very angry about this.
He clenched his fists and lunged at Atu. Dorga stepped back to avoid the blow.
The boy then put his hands together and a white ball of light began to form. Asir stretched his arms out in front of him and white light shot out directly from his palms at Atu.
Atu stood motionless, he covered his face with his hands from the light of this ball and it fell right into his palm. He squeezed this piece of light so hard that as soon as Atu opened his hand, the experience fell out of his hand. This experience penetrated Atu. A GOR system appeared above Atu's head.
[name: Atu Idach level:70 received]
Everyone present gasped, and Asir ran away first. Because everyone has studied how to gain experience, but this has never been shown in practice. It is in this practice. Asir's gang followed him. Because Atu is the first person to reach the level of 70 by the age of twenty.
It was just the beginning of the school year. And on average, people gain up to level 40 by the age of twenty with the most rigorous training. And here it is.
"Who are you, Atu?" thought Dorga to himself.
When everyone calmed down, Dorga sat down with his friends in the dining room. Hashim and Fatali were sitting and chatting, And where Arto Dorga was, he didn't know. Dorga joined them.
It doesn't take a second for Arto to sit down with them. It was like he was behind him all the time.
"It was the teacher who sent me to find a stolen artifact from the school library. He says the professor's glasses are missing. What news do you have?" Arto says, slamming both hands on the table.
All three guys exchanged glances with a small smile.
"Oh... Really?! Well? And what happened in the second that I wasn't there?" said Arto, lounging in his chair.
"There's been a new guy named Atu since you've been here." Dorga says, deliberately delaying the details.
"Well...?" says Arto indignantly.
Fatali and Kayaw quietly ridicule Arto for using his own technique against him.
"Aaah! That's what you're talking about. But what about the intrigue? Yes? Well, if you don't want to tell me, then that's fine," Arto slammed his hand on the table and took Fatali's juice
Dorga finally tells Arto about what recently happened in the hallway. He explains that a new student, who arrived three days ago, before the start of the school year, bumped into him, and Asir and his gang attacked him. Asir used a white ball of light to neutralize him, but Atu caught it with one hand, compressing the ball of light and losing experience. Everyone present saw Atu's level. It said 70.
The faces of Fatali, Hashim, and Arto were indescribable. They looked at him as if he had just done something unimaginable. Arto dropped the juice he was drinking from the straw. And the straw remained in his mouth, dangling.
Arto says to him, "Are you serious? You're telling me some guy is level 70? Considering the average, fully-fledged man is level 40?" Arto, embarrassed, pushes back his dark hair as if there are insects in it.
Fatali, sitting across from Arto, speaks very quietly, but Arto hears him. "He's 11 years old..." Arto, hearing him, is shocked. For the first time, he looks around with a blank stare. He takes the pipe out of his mouth for a moment and, leaning over the table, begins to think to himself.
Arto gets up from his chair, looks at Jake, and says, "Take me to this Atu. He's our best friend now, and it's official. Any objections?" Arto asked Kiawah and Fatali. They shake their heads. Dorga just smiled.
...
In the living room, Arto and Fatali are moving other people's things into their room. Atu follows them into the room, but is a little confused and unsure what to do. He stands by the door, and Jake says to him, "Don't worry, we invited you, and now you'll have more fun with us. It's more fun with five of us."
"but..." Atu mutters indignantly, but Arto interrupts him.
"you're 11 years old. We're your friends anyway. We won't let anyone hurt you." Arto snaps his fingers and then points at Atu.
That night, when Jake rolled over in his sleep, he felt someone whisper in his ear, "Take these glasses and get up. Follow me. Follow me," the stranger said in a haunting tone. Dorga didn't understand what was happening and continued to follow the dark figure, which seemed not just a dream, but an illusion. Sometimes, though, Dorga saw its eyes. Red, like lasers. No matter what Dorga tried to do, his body continued to follow the direction, but his body was paralyzed in his sleep, moving on its own, touching the shadows before him.
The dark figure stopped at the exit from the corridor to the street, where Dorga and Atu were in the morning. He turned his face to Dorga. His eyes were red, as if the laser was looking at him. And the smile was clearly visible. A snow-white smile with long fangs.
The dark figure waited until Dorga came close to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and bit him in the shoulder with its long fangs.