Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 46: Almost Busted (Puppet)

'What will you do?' Noa wondered, watching the boy getting ready to throw a punch.

He could say almost certainly that Arthur wouldn't use his true strength.

The metallic dummy shuddered slightly, showing numbers lower than 100.

Then Gio announced the results.

"Arthur Ashe, 61 points, B rank."

Sure enough, Noa's prediction turned out to be true.

Yet students glanced at Arthur with interest.

No one could have guessed he could get such a high rank, but it wasn't enough for them to stay curious.

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That's what Arthur wanted.

Getting just decent results so he wouldn't stand out but still get chances to qualify and represent the academy.

Other students also got semi-decent marks.

Except for four students who got an A rank, one of whom was Ezra, the boy who greeted Noa first, and a familiar girl.

Both of them got higher points for an average A grade, but still far too short for an S grade.

There was only one S-grade student in the city, and it was Klaus.

But he was dead, leaving the academy's fate in Noa's hands.

"Tomas Cryberry, 345 points, A rank. Good job, son!" Gio called out.

However, there was another one.

"Amelia Skybeach, 409 points, A rank."

Gio paused, a smile appearing on his face.

"What a great number. I have high expectations for you, and I hope you will try not to disappoint."

His voice, for the very first time, sounded like encouragement.

The tension erupted, reaching everyone in the class.

Not only did they see close-to-S-rank results, but they also heard Gio's friendly attitude—something no one had ever seen.

'I know those assholes!' Noa remembered.

Klaus and his lackeys weren't the only ones who bullied the original Noa.

In the same case, they were even more hostile towards him, beating him not openly but secretly outside of watchful eyes.

The amount of pain and humiliation Noa had experienced still lingered in his memory.

'Guess my revenge isn't done yet.'

Noa clutched his hands, barely holding them back.

His desire to color his face with blood surprised even him.

It was bloodlust he didn't know existed until now.

Thankfully, his emotions remained undetected as the frenzy lasted for quite some time, concealing his anger.

Tomas and Amelia enjoyed the attention.

They acted like a friendly couple, but their arrogance didn't escape Noa's eyes.

"It's nothing impressive, really. What a disappointment this Arcane Academy is," he said.

His loud declaration halted the noise.

"What are you blubbering about?"

Gio was the first one to ask.

The teacher seemed offended, lowering his brows.

Students also murmured.

"He's gotta be crazy!" the boy with a mustache said.

"Shut your mouth, transfer student. You can't talk like that!" a no-name, second-rate villain-like girl spoke.

Noa ignored them, as their faces didn't even register in his mind.

He was only watching the couple's reaction, trying to irk them.

"What I am saying is that these results are nothing but a joke. What League are you guys talking about if this mediocrity is your standard?"

If Noa's previous statement wasn't enough to irritate others, this time, it worked for sure.

"How dare you?" Tomas roared.

The slander wasn't something he could tolerate.

His anger went beyond his control, leading Noa to punish him.

Even Amelia didn't fare any better, her soft, glowing hair standing up with frustration.

Yet Noa didn't wait.

He punched the dummy, using his force.

A booming sound shattered the noise inside.

The numbers rose quicker than ever, passing every threshold Gio gave them.

It didn't end there.

This machine measured strength for an Evolved-grade Ember, but Noa's index didn't want to stop.

Not only did his numbers pass every other result before him, they also overtook the couple's record as well.

500...

540...

693...

And it didn't stop, its speed consistent.

777...

826...

900...

'Pity,' Noa smiled dejectedly. 'I should have added more to the strength stat.'

As Noa was shaking his head over the fact that he couldn't cross the 1,000 mark, a massive commotion broke out.

"This is an all-time record, right?"

"I believe so. No one in Arcane Academy's history has gotten higher than 920 as an Evolved."

"But it was an adept-level 20 Ember. How could someone who awakened a week ago exert this much power?"

"I thought the machine would break. Honestly, it scared the shit out of me."

Some of them whispered.

Others spoke aloud, expressing their bewilderment.

Noa didn't break eye contact with Tomas and Amelia.

He watched them as if he were bragging, "This is what I am talking about."

It was a humiliation the talented young man and woman had never experienced.

This was a tough pill they didn't want to swallow.

Hidden murmurs and watchful gazes also vexed their egos.

Noa changed his gaze to Arthur, expecting his reaction.

'Predictable as always,' he saw upon seeing how the boy didn't show any reaction.

But Noa still read his confusion and impatience.

'Don't worry. You will have a nice talk with me,' he said to himself, bathing in the attention he was getting.

The couple wanted to punch him, gouge his eyes, bash his head, rip his tongue, and kill him—all because Noa dared and stood against them.

"Did you awaken the previous week?" Gio asked instead of announcing his results.

Noa nodded.

It wasn't like he was hiding something.

He was the most honest and friendly person in the room, and he definitely didn't have a secret identity or malicious intentions against other students.

"Brilliant!" the stern teacher almost shouted. "I was searching for a copper but found a diamond."

He seemed genuinely pleased.

His permanently lowered eyes and rough attitude were nowhere to be seen.

Gio rumbled for two minutes, voicing how much he earned for such a talent.

When he was done venting, he led them into another section of the room with pretty, star-shaped holes on the walls, which illuminated a three-metre radius.

This was another attribute test, and Noa resolved to ace all of them.