Chapter 21:- merged void beast understanding and history of humanity.
(First person pov- may blackheart)
I watched as Instructor Malen began to explain about merged void beasts.
I really enjoy the classes about biology because they are simple since i know more then most people. So I just blank out in this class and when the teacher asks me a question i answer them with ideas of my own.
It's simply great to have that much knowledge about things.
Instructor Malen rotated the image in the center as he began to speak.
"We will today learn about merged void beasts. They are the newer kind of void beasts in the last 100 years so some knowledge is bound to be lacking or too simplicity but it stands that merged void beast are a fusion between two or in some rare cases void beasts."
He began to go on a long speech about everything the merged are and can be.
I wanted to fall asleep because the basic knowledge package had far more defined and detailed information.
Which simply states.
"Merged void beasts are catastrophic ecological anomalies formed when ambient void energy reaches a saturation point, causing the biological boundaries of multiple organisms to dissolve and fuse. This process, known as convergence, rewrites the biomass of various animals or plants into a single, massive entity that often possesses multiple elemental affinities and a shared hive-mind intelligence. Because these creatures continuously absorb surrounding energy to fuel their rapid cellular repair, they are ranked as high-level threats that can destabilize entire ecosystems, requiring Night Watchers to destroy their centralized core to prevent them from incorporating further matter into their bodies."
In more oversimplified words monsters with highest need to kill to avoid problems with void energy lacking in the surroundings.
Soon the class ended and Soon the class ended, and the holographic projection flickered out, leaving only the sterile white light of the lecture hall. Instructor Malen adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the recruits who were still frantically scribbling notes on the "Convergence" phenomenon.
"Don't get too comfortable with the theory," Malen warned, his voice cutting through the rustle of papers. "In the field, a Merged Void Beast doesn't look like a textbook diagram. It looks like a nightmare that breaks the laws of physics. Tomorrow, we move from biology to the timeline of our own extinction. Class dismissed."
As I stood to leave, Kael fell into step beside me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "You didn't take a single note, May. Either you're a genius, or you've already given up."
"Neither," I replied, my boots clicking rhythmically against the alloy floor. "I simply prioritize retention over documentation."
"Well, you'll need that brainpower for the next block," he said, gesturing toward the Great Hall. "History of Humanity. It's the only class that makes me wish I was back in the sparring ring getting punched by Harrington."
The Weight of Yesterday
We transitioned into the History Wing, where the air was colder and smelled of ancient dust and ozone. The walls were lined with massive digital tapestries—interactive timelines that stretched back to the Pre-Void Era.
Instructor Valerius stood at the podium. He was an elderly man, his skin mapped with deep wrinkles that looked like the very cracks in the earth he taught about. He didn't use holograms. He used light-projections of old-world photographs.
"Look at these," Valerius whispered, pointing to a shimmering image of a city made of glass and steel, untouched by shadow. "Before March 6th, 2066, we were the masters of this world. We fought over imaginary lines on maps and pieces of paper we called currency. We thought we were gods because we had split the atom."
He struck the podium, and the image shattered into the first appearance of the Grand Void Gates.
"The First Decade was not a war," Valerius continued, his voice rising. "It was a harvest. We treated the Gates like a scientific curiosity, then a resource, and finally, a tomb. We lost 40% of the global population not to claws or teeth, but to the Atmospheric Rewrite. Our lungs weren't built for Void Energy. Our hearts couldn't handle the new frequency of the world."
He moved through the history of the Great Migration, where humanity abandoned the rural 'Dead Zones' to huddle in fortified cities. He spoke of the Resource Wars of 2150, where nations realized that Void Energy was the only fuel left, and the subsequent formation of the Great Void Nation—a meritocracy built on the corpses of the old world orders.
"We are the second-ranked nation today because we embraced the 'Unnatural' first," Valerius said, his eyes locking onto ours. "While other nations tried to purge the mutations, we weaponized them. We created the Night Watchers to prune the garden of the world. If we stop hunting, the energy builds up. If it builds up, the world merges. If the world merges, humanity is deleted from the ledger."
The Convergence of Self
The lecture lasted until the sun dipped below the horizon of City No. 87. As I walked back to my quarters, the information from the class began to cross-reference with the hidden data in my mind.
The "History of Humanity" taught to the recruits was a narrative of survival and triumph. But my internal database suggested a darker subtext: The Equilibrium Theory.
Humanity wasn't just surviving the Void; we were being integrated into its cycle. The Night Watchers were the "immune system" of a planet that was slowly turning into a giant, living organism.
"May," a voice called out.
I stopped. Sera Veylan was leaning against the corridor wall, the silver light of the moon catching her hair.
"You answered every question Valerius threw at you about the 22nd-century collapse," she said, her arms crossed. "No slum-born kid knows the specifics of the 'Gene-Lock Riots.' Who are you, really?"
"A student," I said, my voice flat.
"Liar," she whispered, stepping closer. "You're a weapon. I just haven't figured out who's holding the trigger."
I didn't answer. I didn't need to. My Automated Micro-Response Integration was already analyzing her center of gravity, the tension in her shoulders, and the faint hum of void energy radiating from her skin.
"one week and four days until the first field simulation," Sera said, turning away. "Don't let your 'Rank Sixteen' status get you killed. I want to be the one to knock you down the ladder."
I watched her leave.
Then i walked away from there because i had better thing to do then to listen to someone talking about how they would better and thrown me down my unwanted throne.
I haven't seen lily in the last five days mainly because we have different classes since she has only one talent while I have two so our classes only are sometimes together.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE:- i used more paragraphs because I listened to my own story on the website and I k ew I had to change it to paragraphs also the entire first month of the two-month training period is just lore dumping and world building mixed in with some fights and adaptations here and there.)