Chapter 3: A New Day

Chapter 3: A New Day

Zain headed downstairs, walking straight into the kitchen where a small round table had three chairs around it.

He pulled one of them and then sat down, looking at the delicious noodles and some salad prepared at the side.

He loved noodles, and that was why Zelia prepared it, but thinking about his health, she even made some salad, expecting him to eat some this time at least.

Zain, without any hesitation, gobbled up the entire thing.

While he ate heartily, his mother kept staring at him, eating her own.

Her eyes never moved away from him, her smile somewhat filled with sadness.

Zain noticed this, and asked, “Is something the matter, Mother?”

‘Mother?’

‘Not mom?’, Zelia noticed this change but didn’t speak about it.

“Ah, nothing. I just…”, she was about to tell him that she was just reminiscing about the old times, how they lived happily and how quickly he ended up growing when she noticed something.

“Son, your face…”, it was only now that she realized that the long-received scar was no more on his face.

Her eyes widened as the words stuffed out of her mouth without making any sense.

“Mother?”

“Son, you don’t have any scar.”, she said, her smile widening as tears ran down her eyes.

She was so happy that she didn’t even question the miracle that had happened, but Zain didn’t hesitate to let her know.

“Actually Mother, I awakened some healing powers last night.”

She quickly stood up from her seat and rushed towards him, hugging him yet again.

Zain remained immobile for a few seconds during which he thought to himself, ‘Please be patient, Mother. As soon as I develop my strength a bit more, I will make sure that the scars on your face, run hundreds of miles away from you.’

Soon afterwards, Zain walked out of the house with a bag, heading to the school. His mother, who waved her hand, wishing him good luck, immediately ran into the room as soon as he left.

‘Ha...’

Zain walked down calmly, thinking about the promise he made to himself about having his revenge.

‘It wouldn’t be easy.’, he thought, thinking about his situation.

The place was completely different from Heaven, and humans were more vicious and wicked than angels. Considering how low their family status was, fighting some immature kids only to kill them, didn’t sound much promising other than venting some anger.

He kept walking, thinking about it when his gaze landed on the large tower, penetrating into the sky, its tip completely hidden within the clouds.

‘The Tower of Angels…’

The gigantic tower, having a white exterior with golden musical notes-like designs all over, followed by some noticeable red rings, as if separating one floor from the other, stood miles away from him, yet completely visible.

‘Ha, only after climbing it can I have my revenge.’, Zain’s eyes burned with desire of wanting to rip apart those angels in heaven!’

The Tower Of Angels:

The name came from the fact that every ranking in the world was based on the angels. An awakened human was called an Earth Angel, an awakened from a race other than humans but actually had intelligence was called Hell Angel and those, who lived their lives as beasts or monsters, were referred to as Monster Angels.

All in all, the word angel was categorised as the basis for rankings and that was because the laws were written by the very angels in heaven, referred to as Heaven Angels, who wanted a clear-cut hierarchy.

The tower would provide many rewards, but at the same time, it possessed a risk: death.

So why would one want to seek their own death?

Apparently, the tower was the only method for humanity or any other race to build their powers rapidly. Dungeons sprung all around the world which was equally dangerous as compared to the tower, and to combat the monsters from the dungeons, it was necessary to climb the towers and get rewards.

Zain continued to walk towards the high school that he attended, the Rein Highschool for Angels.

‘Yes, this is where I study.’, Zain said to himself as he arrived in front of the school, through whose gates, many students entered.

The boys wore white shirts along with brown pants, which was the same with the girls as well, except for the fact that the pants were replaced with skirts along with a blazer over their shirts.

He entered through the gates casually, speaking to no one. None approaching him either, but definitely giving him certain weird gazes.

Zain’s heart started to pound loudly, and a wave of blood rush could be felt. The amount of adrenaline secretion topped, followed by a sense of extra-sensitivity.

The fact that he had worn a dirty white shirt on which several foot markings could be seen, made everyone mock him even more.

Zelia, from whom he thought to have kept the bullying hidden, already knew about this. But she chose not to say anything, as all she could afford was a single hug and respect for his decision.

*gulp*

‘No. Not again.’

Zain’s memories from the past resembled the moment occurring right now. It was just too similar. The fear of the past life rejuvenated within him at the instance, causing his body to have severe responses, of increased alertness, extra-sensitivity and what not?

However, he handled the situation quite brilliantly, first getting away from the students to an isolated area, near a tree, and then breathing in and out, calming himself down.

‘This unusual fear, looks like even death couldn’t take this feeling away.’, he said to himself as his normal heart rate was regained.

After calming down, he looked at the gigantic building in front of him. It too was white just like the tower, but instead of any red or golden markings, it had black lines drawn at several places.

Ignoring that, he walked straight towards the entrace of the main building. Walking upstairs, he reached the first floor where the third class was his.

He walked swiftly, got into the class, and went to his seat quite immediately, the last seat of the fourth row, close to the window.

Doing no unnecessary action, he sat down, and almost immediately, lowered his head, placing it on the desk and sleeping, for some time until the class started.

Not that he wanted to sleep, but he had nothing better to do. He did think about working a bit with his powers, but it could just be dangerous with many students around.

As he slept or at least pretended to, a few girls and many more boys entered. They started to chat and the already present noise just grew louder.

The boys discussed their games and some were flaunting their girlfriends.

Zain kept his eyes closed, somewhat annoyed that he couldn’t enjoy the breeze because of their loud chatter.

But he kept pretending, not for long though. He was forced to shiver yet again when he heard a familiar voice.

The bullies, the ones who bullied Zain for what felt like an eternity, entered the class, crashing open the door.

*BAM*

Zain kept his face lowered, not making the slightest movement. However, that didn’t stop the bullies from noticing him.

At the same time, some girls, who were talking amongst themselves, watched Zain sleeping. When he turned his face from one side to the other, one of the girls said, "Ha, he indeed looks like a shrimp.”

As if it was not enough to let him know that he was hated, the girl even started calling him a shrimp.

But to his surprise, yet another girl, besides the one who called him by the name, had a different reaction.

“Wait, don’t you think he looks somewhat handsome?”

“Eh? Are you out of your mind?”

“How can someone with such an ugly scar ever look handsome?”, the girl asked, making a disgusting expression on her face by lifting a pencil, and placing it in front of her, as if imitating the scar.

“No, look, there is no scar on his face.”, she said, somewhat surprised.

The girl who was mimicking, shifted her gaze almost immediately, but Zain was looking to the other side, so she couldn’t confirm it.

“Stop joking.”

“No, I’m-”, before the other girl could continue, one of their friends ran from one desk to the other, hugging the girl who was trash-talking about Zain.

Zain now had a distressed look on his face as he felt the bullies approaching.

‘What should I do?’

‘What should my next course of action be?’, he started to wonder.

“Oh! Zinny Boy! You came today?”, said one of the members of the gang, having a long neck and snake-like eyes. Little, almost transparent scales could be seen on his body.

"Haha, look at that punk! I think we need to play with him a little today too!", said one of the bullies who was actually standing in front of all of them, his belly being thrice the size of his large head. His skin was distinctly reddish.

He had thick spiky yellow hair, and was as tall are Zain, though, the shortest among other bullies.

Zain kept his head lowered, upon seeing which, the big belly dude walked straight towards him, pushing his arm towards Zain and grabbing his hair tightly.

"You little rascal, how dare you forget to greet us today?"

Zain’s body started to shiver on its own, even more than before. It seemed as if it had been habituated to this type of treatment and response.

‘My body…’'

He himself was surprised at how pathetic he was. Moreover, the bully who grabbed his hair, caused him pain as well, since he started to pull him upwards, trying to almost make him bald!

"Say, why didn't you greet us, you little piece of shit!?", he immediately lifted him while holding his hair and threw him with great force.

Zain went flying and hit his back against the walls.

"Ouch!", it was indeed painful, but not too hurtful at the same time.

As for others, they stared at the scene and just smiled, as if this was a common occurrence. The widening of their smiles acted as salts to his wound, pricking him even more.

But he controlled himself. He tried to first calm his body, and prevent it from trembling just by hearing the bullies’ voices!

It was hard, but he had to do this. It was unacceptable that he was thrown to such ends that forced his body to behave in such a manner.

‘Calm down…’

‘Calm down Zain.’, he said to himself, even after the trembling stopped.

Yes, the trembling stopped within a few seconds after getting crashed into the wall, but the anger within him, made his body start to tremble yet again.

It was this that he wanted to control, not the fear.

He realized, since the start, every time he was bullied, rather than fear, it was the anger that made his body tremble and even now, it wasn’t fear. It was the rage that had been locked in a cage, which tried to break apart the shackles and unleash itself, manifesting into something dangerous that could end up destroying everything that ever bothered him.

But right now, Zain controlled himself.

‘No.’, he didn't mean to tell himself that he wouldn’t seek revenge. What he actually meant was that it was just not time yet.

‘Not right now. It’s not the right time.’

Who would foolishly do something disastrous in front of everyone?

Even if in anger, he could get a moment of satisfaction, the aftermath would be just too overwhelming!

Also, he wasn’t even sure if he was stronger than the boy in front of him, his powers had yet to return, and the only thing he was proficient was, the manipulation of mana around him.

He did consider it though, if just simple manipulation was enough to send the boy flying.

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