MYTH University

Chapter 11 - Safe Once More

Ayyyyy, I'm still alive and well!! Sorry my chapter upload had been taking long lately, just had to handle with life problems as well :pensive: I might upload the next chapter mb around 2-3 weeks. Sorry guys ;c but I can try to write it as much as I can!!!

Anywho!! enjoy chapter 11 :0

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                                      [Tom's POV]

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up as a headache suddenly struck through my head. "Urk, I shouldn't have used limit breaker in the first place." I murmured to myself. Then I look around and noticed I'm inside of a cabin, laying on a bed.

Someone must have carried me in bed while I was unconscious. I look up at the wooden ceiling, staring at it for a while. I'm really surprised that I've survived... even I almost died three times today. I let out a low chuckle. I suppose I'm lucky?

I glanced at the window, noticing it was already afternoon. "I'm pretty sure we all will head back. After that happened. This test sure had went crazy." I mumbled as I let out a sigh. When tried to move out of the bed. A sudden pain surges through my right shoulder, grunting from the pain. I then look at my right shoulder that was wrapped with bandages. "Ah yeah. I forgot about this."

I'm starting to think this wound William inflicted on me, might take few months to be fully healed. Observing more of my arm, I noticed a few visible black veins in my skin. "Nasty..." Then I noticed something hanging onto my right arm. It was a small paper. As when I opened it, there were something written on it.

'Hey Tom. If you're reading this. I'm glad you're awake now, though I would still suggest resting more. And I wanna apologize that I did not protect you that very well. I'm currently out somewhere walking and its fine, there's no need to look after me, just rest more okay?' I read the paper.

The way this note was written and the very odd thing to be placed a note at. It was clearly Ian who wrote this. I'm quite glad that he has this old habit of his still not gonna lie. I chuckled at the thought of it. "This idiot I swear."

Even though he kinda told me to not go look after him. But in the end, he always wanted me to look for him. Ian always does this kind of stuff whenever he fails or gotten upset about himself on certain things that would make me upset. It's adorable really.

Slowly standing up from the bed. I grabbed my jacket that was just hanging from the side of a chair, before I  walk towards the door and exited the cabin. When I got outside, I noticed a lot of licensed adventurers were roaming around the camp, some were trying to guard the remaining alive rogues, and some trying to treat the remaining injured students.

I'm really surprised that no one got killed... It's like death isn't even allowing us to die that easily. I felt a sudden shiver run through my body at that thought, as if feeling that death was just nearby. "What a weird feeling..." I only shrug it off before I walk down the small staircase.

"Son! You're awake!" A deep voice said in front of me. It was my father who seemed to be so worried. "Oh hey Dad." I responded to my father as he walk to my direction. "Aren't you suppose to be resting?! you are majorly injured, you need to rest and heal up!! And why are you out here and not in your bed young man!?" My father said. Seriously this guy, why does he really need to over-react every time when he found out something happened to me. I mean yeah, this was an exception and I almost got killed three times today. But he always overreact so much. It's kinda annoying really. Buuuuuuut, I do appreciate that he always cares a lot about me.

"Dad, I'm fine okay? Stop over-reacting and worrying so much again." I told my father. To which his expression suddenly changed. "Why would you tell me that!!? After I knowing that the camp you are in, were being raided by dangerous rogues! How would I not get worried!!" My father shouted back at me, obviously wasn't that happy with what I said. I only stare at him, not uttering a single word. I mean why would I? He had the right to be worried, and if it weren't for him arriving at the right time, I don't really know what might have happened to me.