8 You'd better study, children.

Following day...

Peter walked in the middle of the campus, his destination was the F-4 room of the Sixth Building. Each school building was in a different sector in itself. For example, the Sixth Building was in the Chemistry sector, and there all issues of Chemistry were dealt with ... From experiments and the creation of new medicines and pills.

The classrooms served as a way to divide students. Usually the novices stayed in the rooms from "D" to "F", and the veterans were in rooms "A" to "C". However, in these buildings there were also private rooms, which were basically rooms that students could only access with the consent of the high school. In these rooms were probably kept important equipment and books of each sector.

Peter was already in the area of Chemistry. Following the route the bracelet gave him, he easily managed to reach the sixth building.

Peter walked through the door and into the building.

Other than what he thought, there was not the smell of chemicals and neither the sound of bubbling chemical solutions or the sound of explosions caused by accidents.

The first room he came in was a kind of reception room. On the sides of the room were some smooth wooden benches, and a woman behind the counter was talking to another student.

There were four students there, two men and two women. Everyone was in uniform, yesterday had been an exception because there was no class in the day, but currently all students should remain in uniform on their school days.

The uniform consisted of boys, black pants, leather boots, and a white social t-shirt with a crescent moon symbol on the chest, there was not much difference from the men's uniform to the women's uniform ... the only difference was that the men wore pants and women wore women's skirts ... But of course women could wear pants, and men, if they wished, could wear skirts. Kukukuku

Peter walked to the counter. The receptionist, upon seeing him, smiled and asked:

"What class?"

"Chemistry, first year of high school."

"Your student record, please," she said, raising her hand.

Peter took a white card from his pocket and handed it to her. The receptionist placed the card in his field of vision, at the same time Peter could see lines of energy floating in the woman's eyes.

After a while she just handed him the plug again and said,

"Room F-4"

"Thank you." Peter really thanked him for that.

...

Inside that metal bucket that rose higher and higher, Peter looked like a sardine. He could never get used to the feeling of being in an elevator, probably because of the feeling of powerlessness he felt ... if someone attacked him there, he could not escape, thinking that made him extremely tense.

Some time passed and the doors opened, Peter walked down that vast corridor and after finding a door under a sign with the "F-4" inscriptions etched on it, he turned the knob and went inside.

The teacher was not present yet, probably the room was soundproof because the moment the door opened the sound of the conversation and bustle filled the hall.

There was no face there. Marcus, who was always with Peter, studied in the F-1 room, so they would not be together anytime soon.

Just as Peter looked at everyone, they all looked at Peter, but they lost interest in a short time and ignored him again.

After finding an empty chair Peter put his books under the table and looked around.

There were several students there, but the most prominent were a blond-haired, blue-eyed girl sitting in the center of a group of snobbish people, a small boy with glasses and with short hair pulled back. This boy stood out mainly for being alone, They all had their group of friends, but he did not.

There were many other students, like a blue-haired Lolita who seemed to be more of someone's younger sister than a student there, a muscular, white-haired young man and a fair-haired blond-haired young man with a refined posture and snobby air.

Peter stopped paying attention to them, if he faced these people a lot it would seem like he was lonely or desperate for friends.

The teacher had not yet arrived so Peter decided to distribute his attribute points in his statistics while he did not show up. Then the status screen appeared in front of you.

[STATUS]

[Name]: Peter Smith

[Age]: 17 years old

[Professions]:

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[Level 1]: 0/10 Exp

[AP]: 10

[SC]: 20

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[Strength]: 16

[Speed]: 19

[Agility]: 15

[Resistance]: 12

[Intelligence]: 95

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[Skills]:

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Peter thought for a while and then decided:

[Strength]: +3

[Agility]: +2

[Resistance]: +4

[Speed]: +1

Peter's priority at the moment was to hone his stamina, yet he did allocate a few points in strength and agility not to be weak compared to his peers.

"Hello students..."

No pupil had noticed, but somehow the teacher had entered the room. He was a long-haired man in a suit and black pants. His sharp eyes scanned the room and his imposing layout could be felt miles away.

"Very well, my name Jordan, John Jordan. Today begins the school year at the Academy. "

He wiped the room with his eyes and continued:

"Do not think I'm going to be easy, you're not here to play. Chemistry is not just made up of calculations and some theories that you learn fundamentally. Chemistry can often save you in a battle ... of having the ingredients for a potion if you do not know its properties, your lack of knowledge can lead to death. "

After saying these words, Jordan waved his hands and a thick book appeared above the table. As if aware, the book suddenly opened and stopped on a specific page ...

"Well, let's start with one of the simplest subjects ... Tricere is one of the lowest grade medicinal plants ... it is made up of Essential Oils, Carbohydrates, monoids, Utraces, among others ... let's skip the part annoying hour and start with the interesting part of the thing. "

At that moment Jordan waved his hand and a few small plants appeared above the table. It was a small plant, it had three green leaves with a rough texture and its roots had a reddish-pink color.

"Your application methods are simple ... in case of minor injuries, the person should just press the plant under the injury for only 30 seconds ... the person can be cured with just one plant, depending on the injuries."

He looked at the students and smiled.

"You must have understood my intentions, make a small cut in your hands and try to cure it with the plant."

"But do we have to cut ourselves?" One of the students asked in fear.

"Yes ... do not tell me that you came to an academy of heroes, but you can not stand the pain of a simple cut."Jordan said before bringing the whole class laughing at the boy who asked.

Everyone picked up a penknife above the table that emerged there nobody knows when and they made a small cut on their fingers. Then they picked up the plant and pressed against the wound.

Literally 30 seconds later.

All the injuries had already been healed ... but there was something strange ... Jordan and the other students noticed that 3 students did not participate in the exercise. These were the girl and the blond-haired boy and Peter.

Jordan frowned and said,

"Why did not you follow the exercise? Are you making fun of me? "

They did not respond ...

"Hahaha ... very well ... a point for all three. Jesse, please explain to the others ... "

The blond-haired girl stood up and swept her gaze into the classroom, her expression making it look like she felt superior to anything in the world.

"Triceres, as the professor said, is a medicinal plant ... but it is also composed of Ultraces, a substance that, when it comes into direct contact with the body, reproduces the same effects of laxatives. The truth is only if it is recommended to use 30% of the properties of Triceres ... because 70% is made up of Ultrace, I do not even need to say the consequences of pressing them directly against the skin ... "

All the students felt a bubble in their belly, they wanted to go out and run to the bathroom but they could not. A mysterious force seized them and made them sit there.

"Before I leave, I have something to say ... you better not trust people too much, and I intend to do a lot more jokes like this, in this case ... You'd better study, children ..."