Forsaken By The Gods, I Made A Contract With the Demon King

Eight o'clock found me trudging back to the dorms, my muscles still aching from the morning's training sessions. The thought of a hot shower was the only thing keeping me moving at this point.

The dorm room had changed since I'd left in the early morning hours. Alex's bed was already empty and neatly made - no surprise there. He was probably out practicing his sword forms, always the dedicated one. Ryn sat cross-legged on his bed, completely absorbed in a thick textbook that looked like it might be about essence theory. Only Toby remained unchanged, sprawled across his bed and snoring softly.

I grabbed my towel and fresh academy uniform clothes, moving quietly to avoid disturbing anyone. Ryn barely glanced up from his book, too engrossed in whatever he was studying to pay attention to my presence.

The hot water was absolute bliss on my tired muscles. I watched as rivulets of sweat and dirt from the mountain climb swirled down the drain, taking some of my exhaustion with them. Steam filled the bathroom, and for a few precious minutes, I let myself forget about training, classes, and the constant need to keep my true nature hidden.

When I emerged, feeling somewhat human again, Toby had finally stirred. He blinked at me sleepily from his bed, managing a mumbled "Morning" that sounded more like a grunt than actual words.

"Morning," I replied, watching as Ryn absently echoed the greeting without lifting his eyes from the thick tome spread across his lap. The cover was worn leather, its title barely visible. "Advanced Essence Theory and Applications." Classic Ryn, always studying.

"I'm heading to breakfast," I announced, though I might as well have been talking to the walls. Toby had already retreated back under his blanket, only a tuft of messy hair visible. His soft snoring suggested he'd fallen right back asleep. Ryn just nodded vaguely, his finger tracing lines of text as he mouthed the words silently.

The cafeteria's warm air hit me as I entered, carrying the mouthwatering scent of fresh bread and sizzling bacon. Students were filtering in steadily now, the morning crowd growing as class time approached. The gentle clatter of dishes and murmur of conversations created a comfortable background hum.

My stomach growled loudly as I approached the serving area.

After the morning's training, my body was demanding serious refueling. I grabbed a tray and began loading it with military precision- a mountain of perfectly scrambled eggs, yellow and fluffy, for protein, three thick slices of freshly baked whole grain bread, still warm to the touch, a generous helping of crispy roasted potatoes seasoned with herbs and spices and a bowl of fresh fruit that looked like it had been picked this morning - bright red strawberries, juicy orange slices, and perfectly ripe bananas.

I paused, then added a small mountain of crispy bacon. The aroma alone was enough to make my mouth water. A large glass of cold milk completed the feast. My depleted essence reserves needed all the nutrients they could get.

Finding a quiet corner with a good view of both exits - old habits die hard - I settled in and began systematically working through my breakfast.

Each bite seemed to restore a fraction of my energy, my body eagerly absorbing the sustenance. The eggs were perfectly seasoned, the potatoes had just the right amount of crunch, and the bacon... well, bacon is always good.

As I ate, I found myself observing the social dynamics playing out around me. The cafeteria was like its own miniature society, complete with unspoken territories and hierarchies.

A flash of vibrant red hair caught my attention - it was the girl from our first team exercise. She sat with a small group of other students but seemed somehow apart from their conversation. I couldn't remember her name, but I remembered her impressive control over fire essence techniques during our practice session.

Our eyes met briefly across the room, and we exchanged small nods of recognition. That was enough interaction for both of us, it seemed.

I was scraping up the last few bites of eggs when the cafeteria's atmosphere shifted subtly. Conversations dimmed, heads turned, and a path seemed to clear itself automatically as Lyssandra entered. Her white hair caught the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, creating an almost ethereal glow around her.

I found myself noticing details I'd missed before.

She was strikingly beautiful, yes, but it was more than just her physical appearance. Every movement was precise and graceful, every step measured and purposeful. She carried herself with an innate dignity that commanded attention without seeking it.

An invisible barrier seemed to exist around her, keeping others at a respectful - or perhaps fearful - distance. Even the most boisterous groups quieted as she passed. No wonder she seemed like an outcast. She was set apart not just by choice, but by her very nature. Something in her bearing warned others to keep their distance.

Not that I was one to judge. My own secrets created similar walls, though perhaps less visible ones. Between my demonic essence and the constant need to maintain control, I probably radiated my own "keep away" signals. Maybe that's why her presence caught my attention - I recognized another person wearing a mask, though for very different reasons.

Gathering my empty dishes, I made my way out of the now-crowded cafeteria. The classroom would be empty this early - a perfect opportunity for a quick nap before classes started.

As usual, we had two classes scheduled for today. First was Portal Defense and Strategy with Professor Vale first thing, followed by my elective in the afternoon.

I couldn't suppress a frown at the thought of more time with Professor Vale. Hadn't the mountain been enough torture for one day? But there was nothing to be done about it. At least classroom lectures didn't involve climbing anything... I hoped.

The classroom was exactly as I'd hoped - totally deserted, with morning sunlight streaming through tall windows. I chose a seat in the back row, carefully selected to be far enough from the front to avoid drawing attention but not so far back as to seem suspicious. Strategic positioning was becoming second nature.

The wooden desk wasn't exactly comfortable, its surface scarred with years of student doodles and scratched notes. But after this morning's training, I could probably sleep on a bed of nails. My muscles still ached from the mountain climb, making even the hard wooden chair feel welcoming.

I meant to just rest my eyes for a moment, maybe review some notes before class started. Instead, exhaustion swept over me like a tidal wave. The gentle warmth of the sunlight, the quiet of the empty classroom, and my body's desperate need for rest all conspired against my intentions to stay awake.

The last thing I remembered was the soft play of light and shadow on my desk as tree branches swayed outside the window.

Then I was gone, drifting into a much-needed sleep. My final coherent thought was a desperate hope that someone would wake me before class started.

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The Exploration Club's meeting room was comfortably furnished with worn leather couches and wooden tables that bore the scars of countless planning sessions. Maps and diagrams covered the walls, some yellowed with age, others freshly marked with recent discoveries in Paradise.

"So," Derek said, spreading out a detailed map across the central table, "we need at least two Priest-rank members for the permit." He was sprawled in one of the armchairs, but his eyes were sharp as he studied the map. "That's non-negotiable after what happened to Team Seven last month."

Vyse, a second-year with short black hair and multiple essence-enhanced bangles on her wrists, nodded grimly. "Three injuries and one critical condition. The academy's really cracking down on safety protocols now."

"We've got the ranks covered," Jin interjected, leaning forward to point at a specific region on the map. "I hit Priest last week, and Sara's been Priest for months. The real issue is the time slot. Paradise access is restricted to specific windows, and everyone's fighting for the prime spots."

The room fell quiet as they considered this. Paradise exploration was strictly regulated these days - too many incidents with unprepared students had forced the academy to implement a rigid permission system.

"What about the southern quadrant?" Kris suggested, marking a spot with her finger. "It's less popular, but that means more available time slots."

"Less popular for good reason," Sara countered, her red hair catching the afternoon light. "The essence density there is unstable. One wrong move and you could trigger a cascade reaction."

Derek rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But that's exactly why it's worth exploring. Higher risk means better artifacts and the academy's offering bonus credits for mapping unstable zones."

"Credits won't matter if we're dead," Vyse muttered, but there was a gleam of interest in her eyes.

"What about equipment?" Jin asked, pulling out a checklist. "We need at least two emergency teleport anchors, essence stabilizers, and enough supplies for a three-day expedition in case of emergency."

"The anchors are expensive," Kris noted, "but I've got connections in the Equipment Division. Might be able to get us a discount if we share our mapping data with them."

As they discussed logistics, I noticed Sara staring at a particular point on the map, her expression distant. "What's on your mind?" I asked.

"Nothing important, I was just thinking, if it wouldn't be more intresting if we invite our juniors?"

The room went quiet again, but this time with a different energy.

"You want to bring first-years into Paradise?" Vyse asked skeptically. "The academy would never-"

"Actually," Derek interrupted, sitting up straighter, "they might. The new curriculum emphasizes practical experience. If we frame it as a supervised training expedition..."

Jin was already nodding. "We'd need to adjust the route, of course. Stay closer to the safe zones. But having juniors along could actually help with the permit. Shows we're contributing to the academy's educational mission."

"Plus," Kris added with a grin, "more people means we can carry more supplies. And more hands for artifact retrieval."

Sara rolled her eyes. "I was thinking more about giving them valuable experience, but sure, let's use them as pack mules."

While the seniors were planning to make use of Juniors, they didn't know how much trouble a single junior would cause them in the future!

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