Mystical Journey

Soon, Mark was tugging at Jelal’s sleeve as he begged her to switch seats with him so that he could sit opposite to Garen.

"What a coincidence, we’re sitting with each other again." He happily sat down opposite to Garen, in what was originally Jelal’s seat.

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Garen sarcastically looked at him.

It was a small airplane which had three seats on one side and two on the other, separating the seats into two columns. They were seated in the three seated column, with Garen opposite of Mike and Jelal. Besides the duo was the young girl who had been swapped out by them. She was an eastern yellow skinned girl and she looked rather quiet. She was in a black shirt with bubble sleeves and a dark red skirt which was at knee length. She even had mature black stockings on her as well.

On Garen’s right were two old and pale elders who appeared to be in their sixties. It was surprising that they would board an airplane at their age.

Speaking of which, Garen once had the habit of respecting the elders and adoring the children but as he faced these two elders, he couldn’t seem to respect them at all.

Whenever he realized that he was much older than them, what was left inside him was adoring the young and not respecting the elderly. He felt rather sentimental whenever he saw elders being weak and would renew his determination in continuously improving his body.

It was fine that the body got old but what shouldn’t get old was the soul. Once your soul felt old then you would be old for good. You would feel gloomy, hopeless and would just pass the days without any motivation, desire, and vigor. Once the soul was old, the body would follow suit.

Hence, Garen never once felt that he was old.

"Speaking of which, this plane is filled with students..." Mike felt bored as he stood up and looked around. "These are all students who’re going to Nottingham. Perhaps most of them are our alumni!"

"Are you guys going to attend Nottingham as well?"

The black stocking eastern girl suddenly opened her mouth. Although her American accent wasn’t natural, it was rather accurate as every pronunciation was standard, and one could hear it from the anchors on television.

"Yeah... are you an international student? From the East?" Mike was ecstatic, as the most blessed thing that could ever happen to a talkative person like him was someone initiating a conversation with him. "Your pronunciation is very good."

"Is that so? Thank you for your praise." The girl smiled with her eyes. "My English name is Kelly, what’s yours?"

"Mike is the name and this is my wife Jelal. Ouch alright alright I’m wrong so stop hitting me!" Mike was immediately grabbed by her. He then pointed at Garen.

"That’s Garen. He’s been going after my wife for many years but unfortunately, she’s still mine. Hahaha!! Ah!!"

As he was attacked at his groins, Mike finally confessed.

They felt more familiar with each other as the four of the exchanged their names.

Garen leaned against the window lazily as he looked out at the airport’s ground through the oval window, as though he wasn’t interested in engaging a conversation.

On the other hand, Mike, Jelal, and Kelly were happily talking among themselves. Kelly was a student at the music academy, which was the academy Mike mentioned earlier, Burlington Music Academy and she was majoring in piano.

What made Garen happy was that someone had managed to occupy the talkative Mike. Kelly from the East had obviously decided to use him as a sandbag for brushing up on her oral skills. She kept talking to him about everything from the beginning of the flight until the end of it and she didn’t seem to be tired of it at all.

About half an hour later, the girl was getting more and more excited and she would even ask Mike about the tiniest detail in his family’s lifestyle. Although it was obvious that she wasn’t interested in Mike, she was willing to speak to him so that she could try out different pronunciation from different regions...

Half an hour had passed and Mike was now terrified... He felt that he could never be loved for the rest of his life. It was fine if the opposing party engaged a conversation with him if she was interested, but Kelly would always deflate his ego when he got excited, as she would interrupt him by saying she didn’t understand what he said earlier.

Then the whole atmosphere went cold...

Although Kelly’s pronunciation was very accurate, she had no experience in accent and this made Mike tired as he spoke to her.

After countless times of begging to Jelal, his girlfriend decided to talk to Kelly.

Garen sat at a corner and would occasionally stand up and looked around out of habit. He still had yet to see any Blood Breed or Vampire, as if it was a legend just like how Grano Town only existed in the movie. The world was completely normal. There was no Witch, Blood Breed or Vampire and only normal humans.

Under this environment, he couldn’t help but suspect that he had returned to Earth. There was nothing supernatural and he was back to his life where he had no special abilities.

He no longer took note of his attribute pane or the status of his Secret Technique and led his life as a normal person, passenger, student who was sitting on an airplane heading to his school.

This sensation made him feel rather lost.

After an hour or so, the conversation had reached the end, as the plane was about to descend.

The four of them had started to become closer to one another. The eastern girl Kelly, who seemed to be out of her country for the first time, passionately exchanged contacts and KL communication methods via the internet with the three of them. They even called each other’s phones to make sure they got it right after they landed.

While the dejected Mike seemed to be traumatized by Kelly, Jelal seemed to be talking to her happily.

On the other hand, Garen didn’t speak much but this seemed to have attracted Kelly. Obviously, this introverted personality was something eastern people adored and Garen’s neutrally beautiful face and body played a huge role as well.

As their ears popped from the change in pressure, the airplane finally landed with a wobble.

It slowed down and eventually stopped.

After the announcement, the cabin was opened and passengers got up one after another. The passengers who were once strangers had become familiar with one another, and it seemed like they got to know each other better as they talked on the plane, just like Kelly, Garen, Mike, and Jelal. Most of them were students who were about to attend Nottingham.

As they got out of the cabin, four of them went down to retrieve their luggage and walked out of the arrival terminal together.

The terminal inside the airport was teeming with people holding up different kinds of tags, waiting to greet those who just arrived.

Garen sent a message to the person his mother had arranged to pick him up to tell him to not to do so. He then casually glanced around and saw Gullivier University’s pickup person. She was a young tanned girl and she seemed to be a senior at the university.

She was standing at the most unnoticeable spot but holding the sign at the corner on the right. There was already a young Caucasian man walking towards her.

Garen bid goodbye to Mike and the others and walked towards her.

"Welcome, new students! The newly arrived studs and beauties!" The tanned girl shouted towards Garen’s direction. "This is the pick-up point for Gullivier so all new students, please follow my lead! Don’t get lost as we have a transit car!"

A few guys and girls came from behind Garen and it was rather dismal that there were no presentable guys or girls other than Garen. Eight out of ten students were wearing spectacles and one could instantly tell that they did not know how to dress up properly. They always put up a serious face and he could feel the hardcore study aura from them.

"All first years are like that... They’re all this way... Didn’t we still have one good looking one?" The Caucasian guy who had approached her seemed to be a pick-up personnel and he held the tanned girl’s shoulder as he looked at her sympathetically.

"Sigh..."

They then formed into groups and waited for a while as a few more people gathered around. All of them looked like geeks and the tanned girl led the teams out of the airport after no one was left.

Along the journey, no one talked as each and every one of the first years were completely silent. Even those who tried to speak were suppressed by the quiet atmosphere.

Gullivier was the world’s most advanced medical business university and was ranked world number one among the schools of business and top ten among the schools of medicine. Naturally, the prerequisite to be admitted into this university was to obtain a very high score on the previous exam. This was the case for the local students. The international students were required to pass their local exams before they could even attend this prestigious university. This meant that they had to frequently burn the midnight oil.

One could say that none of the people here were normal and all of them were the best in their schools. Perhaps, based on their academic records, they were even rewarded for some sort of international record in comparison with the students from the other countries of the same age.

Garen was able to easily enroll into this university not only because of his high score. His parents’ blessings played a role as well.

His academic record was the worst among these students. The Gullivier’s examiner who came to see him sat quietly as he listened to Garen playing his violin for a brief moment and approved him after looking at his results. He then went to find his father Emmer for a drink...

In retrospect, he was the tall, rich and handsome man among them. He wasn’t rich in terms of wealth but knowledge...

The bus was in complete silence as all of them boarded the white bus.

At least ten pairs of eyes were staring at the tanned senior. This made her swallow back her words and sit down quietly.

Only the sound of the bus could be heard along the journey.

It was obvious that not all first years liked to enjoy the silence but this group was a coincidence.

Garen glanced at the man on his right, who had a small beard and had panda eyes, which made him looked like an AIDS patient who was in the final stage. He was very focused on playing the rubrics cube in his hand. It was a pure 4x4 rubrics cube.

The rubrics cube was solved in a very short amount of time in his hand and he would then mess it up again.

"Do you like rubrics cube? You wanna try it?" The guy glanced at Garen as if he was looking down on him. From his perspective, those who liked to dress up and take care of themselves were just nothing but show. And even if they were able to get into a university, they more or less wouldn’t make any impact.

It was a given that dressing up and taking care of oneself required time and effort and everyone’s time and effort were limited. If one were to spend time on this portion, one would have less time for other places. Hence, they theoretically couldn’t handle everything well. Only those who were able to do so were the gifted ones and were called the all-rounders. However, at higher levels, these people were just mediocre and were just a person who was slightly better than commoners.

"I haven’t played this before." Garen took the rubrics cube from his hand.

The messy rubrics cube was turned here and there and then it snapped.

"Uhm..."

Garen placed the rubrics cube which was broken into two pieces back into the guy’s hand.

"I have a strong hand... This... I’m sorry..."

The guy blinked and looked at Garen before looking back at the rubrics cube in his hand as he gulped. He was thinking that the opposing party would either solve the rubrics cube in high speed, clueless against it or would think about solving it slowly.

He didn’t expect that the end result would be like this.

Garen was careless as he turned it twice before his chains of thought clicked. The moment he applied more force to it, it broke into half...

Gare didn’t do it on purpose as he had placed himself in a commoner’s lifestyle. The moment his thoughts clicked he unconsciously applied too much force.

The rubrics cube was kept back in and both of them didn’t know what to say.

"It’s fine. It may be because I’ve been playing it for a long time and it’s on the verge of breaking apart."

"I’ll get you a new one when you get down from the bus."

"It’s alright. I have plenty of them." The guy kept the broken rubrics cube.

Afterwards, both of them was thrown into silence and didn’t know what to say to each other.