Deebt headed to his room.
It wasn't difficult to remember the way, as all student rooms were located in a single area, all of them underground, with each cluster of rooms connected by a corridor letter.
Deebt's room was 598 in Corridor L.
He entered his room and sat on a chair near the bed.
"Haaa."
'This is exhausting.'
Deebt sighed and thought about the situation.
He had turned the vice principal's game against him, but he was met with mockery and a murderous intent.
'What right do I have to question you?' Deebt thought about what the vice principal had said.
'Power alone rules, if you don't have power, you have no right to ask questions, and you have no right to express your opinion. Everything is about power, regardless of the historical period in human life.'
Deebt thought this at that moment and smiled sarcastically at himself.
'I am far too weak.'
Deebt gripped his sword tightly.
True, he had raised his sword against the vice principal, but that was only natural.
True, in his view the essence of combat was caution, but Deebt had shown no caution toward anything he had faced since arriving here.
Because before combat has the essence of caution, it is ultimately a survival instinct. His opponents were powerful, and there was no escape.
In the case of the vice principal, he was an overwhelming adversary.
Deebt had no means of escape, and caution was not an option.
Therefore, for the sake of survival, he must fight, even if it means death.
In war, you must not corner an opponent because they will go mad, and you must not cut off all their paths, because this will make them risk everything to survive.
Animals must not be cornered because they will fight, biting, clawing… They will use every means to survive.
This instinct was the driving force behind all living beings, and Deebt was no exception.
'I will become stronger to survive, I will give it my all.'
Deebt felt a glimmer of hope.
Things were different now.
Back in high school, he hadn't made much progress, even Sam and Jazz hadn't progressed much because of the focus on all those other subjects and annoying exams.
But here at the academy, the situation was different, everyone focused on improving themselves.
Deebt didn't feel anxious about the vice principal, because there was a rule universally declared by the academy.
And that was that everyone was equal here, all that mattered were your results.
Also, what happened to Deebt was just a small test.
He could see the meaning behind what the vice principal had done, his motive was purely personal.
Deebt took his sheath and the bag he had won.
Then he pulled a piece of cloth out of the sheath, it had three lines on it.
He opened the bag.
Contrary to Deebt's expectation that a million lines would be far more than expected, there were only three lines as well.
The lines were as thin as a hair.
Deebt couldn't tell them apart. How could three lines equal a million lines?
Monster levels.
Principal Ayur Tab had explained this to them earlier when he was guiding them.
Eyes, Depth, Predator, Light, Gravity, Life, Death.
The number of lines you get from each monster varies depending on its level and how close it is to the next level.
Although the lines couldn't be distinguished as having more or fewer because they were all the same, their density was different.
Modern technology has its ways of determining the number accurately.
Deebt took the first line from the bag, consuming it wasn't difficult, but rather extremely simple.
Just a thought, a command.
'Consume.'
The line vanished, and Deebt felt something was different about it, then he summoned the information and saw the number of lines.
[Number of lines: 90764.]
'Between ten thousand and one hundred thousand, a Light level monster.'
Light level monsters were the fourth tier of monsters and were considered true disasters.
Deebt took another line.
Then he looked at the number of lines again.
[Number of lines: 998206.]
"What?" Deebt couldn't contain his shock.
"A Gravity level monster."
If Light level monsters were considered disasters, then Gravity level monsters were even more dangerous and severe, not to mention rare.
It was extremely rare to encounter a Gravity level monster.
Eye level monsters had a main line count between one and one hundred lines.
Depth level monsters had between one hundred and one thousand lines.
Predator level monsters had between one thousand and ten thousand lines.
Light level monsters had between ten thousand and one hundred thousand lines.
Gravity level monsters had between one hundred thousand and one million lines.
Life level monsters had between one million and ten million lines.
Death level monsters had between ten million and could easily exceed one hundred million, depending on the situation, as these monsters had a different scale.
'Humans are truly terrifying.'
Deebt thought as he took the last line.
[Number of lines: 1000000.]
It was a Predator level monster.
'Exactly one million, they really do have a precise way of measuring.'
Deebt thought, then took the three lines he had earned himself.
[Number of lines: 1000404.]
"That's a good start here." Deebt said with a smile.
"Status."
[Name: Deebt Jacks.]
[Age: 17.]
[Health: 71%]
[Level: Dawn.]
[Next level: 0%.]
"Information"
[Strength: 19.]
[Stamina: 17.]
[Agility: 19.]
[Speed: 14.]
[Intelligence: 25.]
[Number of lines: 1000404.]
[Acquiring ability: 76%]
[Talent: Night.]
[Ability: None.]
[Weapon: Wrong step.]
Deebt got up from the chair and lay down on his bed.
Then he gazed at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
His battle against the wolves had been difficult, had they not been starved and weakened, he would have lost, and had he not targeted the strongest wolf among them from the start, he would have lost.
After all, a single Depth level monster was equivalent to ten Eye level monsters.
It was true that, because of their hunger, the wolves had become less responsive to the commands of the strongest among them.
Deebt exploited every possible advantage to win, and he succeeded.
In his fight against the proctor, Deebt didn't view it as a test, instead, he saw himself in a corner with no escape, so he fought with all his strength and cunning.
He achieved excellent results, Deebt was satisfied.
And he will sleep peacefully tonight.