God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

The sun, situated right in the middle of the sky, slowly wavered as it moved downward, inching toward the horizon.

Its light gradually faded, casting a fiery orange hue across the edge of the sky.

Slowly, it began to disappear, and eventually, it took its orange ink with it.

The curved moon appeared in the sky after, with stars shining their light over the academy.

In a particular area of the academy, the sky itself was painted in a multitude of colors, resembling a sea of light dancing in the dark night clouds.

But its source actually came from a large body of water on the ground, radiating with the glow of thousands of lights, their powerful illumination reflecting in the sky.

At the top of the water, reclining over a bridge wall, stood a young man with dancing white hair.

Clear blue and crimson eyes gazed at the glowing surface of the water, an expression of absolute calm on his face.

The figure was none other than Nolan himself.

Throughout the entire day, Nolan had been stuck here, unable to tear himself away.

As time passed, he noticed the sea beneath him slowly changing its color.

Eventually, Nolan began to see lines of light crisscrossing the water's surface.

His interest was piqued by the strangeness, and as he waited and watched, more lines appeared until beneath him lay a gently flowing stream of water, radiating with hundreds of lights.

Its beauty captivated him, and Nolan found himself unable to take his eyes off the water.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

A voice rang out from around him, and Nolan's lips parted.

"Yes. This is the most beautiful river I've ever seen," Nolan replied, still dazed.

But soon, his eyes quickly regained their calm as he turned his head to the side, finding the person who had asked him the question.

It was a tall figure, around a head taller than Nolan, who stood at 1.9 meters.

The man wore light white robes and trousers with a soft material that made it flap together with the wind.

Like Nolan, his hand rested on the wall, and his long blue hair danced in the air behind him.

Slowly, the man turned his head toward Nolan, and Nolan's jaw nearly dropped to the ground—for one simple reason.

The man's devastating handsomeness.

The figure before him had exceedingly clear white skin, much like his, with a clear, angular face.

Judging by his stature, one could guess he was probably around 25 years old.

His face was smoother than glass, and his blue eyes glowed like gentle light beams shining upon Nolan's face.

His lips were an intense red, redder than anything Nolan had ever seen.

The small smile on his face could be called almost called the most captivating thing Nolan had ever witnessed.

Yet, despite his overwhelming beauty, the man radiated no feminine aura at all.

Instead, a bold and confident presence resided within him and oozed gently out of him.

Even with his striking appearance, no one would mistake him for someone soft or delicate.

He seemed like a person crafted by perfection itself.

The dazed expression lingered on Nolan's face as he unconsciously stared for close to ten seconds before regaining his composure, closing his lips.

Judging by the man's face, Nolan guessed he was probably around 27 or so, and it was more than clear that he was no Newcomer.

"You are very lucky, Nolan," the man said, turning his gaze back to the glowing sea.

"This river is called the Waves of Asteralyxia. It only lights up like this once every six months."

"I'm sure you've never been here before, yet you happened to arrive on the day it shines its light."

"Fate or luck, I wonder what is?" he asked with a small grin, as Nolan turned to look back at the river.

He had no idea this only happened once every six months. One could truly call his presence here nothing but pure luck!

"Luck wouldn't be something I'd say I'm particularly blessed with," Nolan whispered softly under his breath.

The man turned his gaze to him, clearly hearing the words, even though they were as quiet as a whisper.

"You underestimate your own luck, Nolan."

"If you knew how blessed you are, you wouldn't think I speak without understanding," the man replied.

Nolan furrowed his eyebrows at him, but suddenly, he noticed something strange.

And mmediately he raised his palms as he moved his hand toward his left eye.

Nolan's eyes had two distinct colors.

His right eye was red, a sign of his Kratos descent.

The other was blue, a dull and lifeless shade that made his eyes look as though they were dead.

The only time it had ever lit up was when Nolan used his Anti-Aether ability.

Yet, as Nolan moved his palm to his face, he felt a single dot of light shining on his palm, and its source was none other than his own left eye.

Right now, Nolan's blue eye, which always carried a lifeless color, was shining with an incredibly bright blue light.

One that held no difference at all to the blue eyes of the man standing before him.

Immediately, Nolan stepped backward—every step taking him ten meters away.

His dagger instantly appeared in his hands as he pointed it at the man with a cautious smile, taking a defensive stance.

"Who are you?" He asked with a serious expression.

His body was reacting in a strange way, and the only person in front of him was the figure standing near him with the same glowing blue eyes.

And strangely enough, Nolan felt a sense of familiarity. It was as if he had seen this man before, somewhere.

Yet, Nolan had no memory of him at all.

"Nolan Gottschald..." The man called out, a smile appearing on his face.

A truly heartwarming smile, and then he asked.

"Do you know what the word Nolan mean? Or what the word Gosschald mean?"

A frown tugged at Nolan's brow.

He had zero idea at all, and immediately his dagger immediately burst out with more crimson flames as he noticed the man stand upright.

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