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

A firm hand on my shoulder jolted me from sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented, my mind still fuzzy with exhaustion. Then I looked up and felt my blood run cold. Professor Vale stood over me, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with disapproval.

Reality crashed in like a bucket of ice water. I'd fallen asleep in class - Professor Vale's class, of all places. The silence in the room was deafening, and I could feel every single pair of eyes focused on me.

A poorly suppressed giggle broke the tension. I didn't need to look to know who it was - Toby's distinctive snicker was unmistakable, joined by Julia's lighter laugh. Those jerks had probably watched me fall asleep and deliberately left me to face the consequences.

"If you wish to sleep," Professor Vale's voice cut through the room like a blade, "do so in your dormitory. The classroom is a place for learning, not napping." Each word was measured, precise, and carried the weight of promised consequences.

He turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, his boots clicking against the floor in a rhythm that somehow sounded threatening. I straightened in my seat, trying to shake off the last vestiges of sleep while simultaneously fighting the urge to sink through the floor in embarrassment.

To my surprise, today's lesson was purely theoretical. Professor Vale began discussing the First Cataclysm, his voice taking on a more formal tone as he detailed the historical events. The giant screen behind him displayed ancient maps and diagrams of the original portal defense systems.

"The First Cataclysm," he explained, marking key points on a timeline, "was not just a failure of technology or essence manipulation. It was a failure of understanding. Our ancestors believed their portal defenses were impregnable. They were wrong."

Despite my best efforts to focus, I found myself fighting to keep my eyes open. The warmth of the classroom, the steady rhythm of Professor Vale's voice, and my still-exhausted body were conspiring against me. I resorted to pinching my thigh under the desk, using the sharp pain to stay alert.

"The breach began here," Vale continued, highlighting a point on the map. "The defenders were prepared for direct attacks, for attempts to overwhelm their barriers with brute force. What they weren't prepared for was subtlety."

He pulled up a series of images showing the aftermath of the breach. Even in these ancient photographs, the devastation was clear. Entire cities reduced to rubble, landscapes transformed by essence overload, and strange creatures emerging from twisted portals.

"The monsters didn't break through the defenses," his voice grew quieter, forcing students to lean forward to hear. "They found the gaps between them. Like water finding cracks in a dam, they seeped through in places where our vigilance wavered."

I found myself taking detailed notes, partly to stay awake and partly because something about this resonated with me. The idea of finding weak points, of slipping through the cracks in seemingly perfect defenses - it felt familiar.

"Your assignment," Professor Vale announced, surprisingly ending the class an hour early, "is to analyze the defense systems used during the First Cataclysm. I want a detailed report on their weaknesses and how they could have been improved. Due next class."

As students began packing up, his eyes swept the room, lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. "Remember," he added, "understanding past failures is the first step to preventing future ones."

The moment Professor Vale left the room, I turned to confront Toby, who was already wearing his most innocent expression - which only made him look more guilty.

"You absolute jerks," I hissed, gathering my things. "You could have woken me up before he came in."

"But where's the fun in that?" Toby grinned, completely unrepentant. "Besides, consider it payback for showing me the wrong direction."

Julia nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You should have seen your face when you woke up. Priceless!"

"I hope you both know," I said, trying to sound threatening despite my lingering embarrassment, "this means war."

"Bring it on, sleeping beauty," Toby laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Just try to stay awake long enough to get your revenge."

As we left the classroom, I was already plotting my payback. But first, I needed to figure out how to stay awake through the rest of my classes. Between the mountain training and Professor Vale's theoretical lectures, this was going to be a very long day.

At least I had my elective class to look forward to in the afternoon. Though knowing my luck today, we'd probably be doing something equally exhausting. I made a mental note to grab some coffee before then - falling asleep once in front of Professor Vale was embarrassing enough. I didn't need to make it a habit.

The assignment weighed on my mind as we walked. The First Cataclysm wasn't just ancient history - it was a warning. And something told me Professor Vale's timing in teaching this particular lesson wasn't coincidental.

The question was: what was he preparing us for?

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Lunch was a quieter affair than breakfast. Toby was still smirking about the classroom incident, but even he seemed subdued by the mountain of homework Professor Vale had assigned. We sat at our usual corner table, mechanically working through our meals while discussing the morning's events.

"A whole report on the First Cataclysm?" Toby groaned between bites. "Professor Vale's really pushing it."

"At least you stayed awake for the lecture," I shot back, though without any real heat. The embarrassment had faded, replaced by resignation. Just another day of trying to balance training, classes, and my secret.

After finishing our meals, I decided to head back to the dormitory. With two hours until my elective class, I could finally get some proper rest without risking another public napping incident.

The academy grounds were peaceful in the early afternoon sunlight. Most students were either in class or taking advantage of the break for study sessions. My watch vibrated just as I reached the dormitory entrance, displaying an unexpected notification.

"Invitation to Paradise Exploration - By Exploration Club"

I stopped in my tracks, my tired brain suddenly alert. Opening the full message, I read through the details carefully.

"The Exploration Club invites first-year students to join a supervised Paradise expedition next Sunday on --------. This is a unique opportunity to gain practical experience under the guidance of experienced senior members. Limited spots are available. Safety protocols will be strictly enforced. Interested students must have completed basic essence control certification and obtain instructor approval."

My first instinct was to ignore it. Paradise wasn't exactly a place I was eager to revisit - too many memories of my first disastrous trip, of betrayal and desperate choices. The contract with the Darklord still weighed heavily on my mind.

But then I hesitated, my finger hovering over the dismiss button.

When was the last time I'd absorbed a demonic essence crystal? Three months ago? The number glowed in my status window, unchanged since my arrival at the academy.

Demonic Essence: 377/1000

The limit had been frustratingly static. No amount of training or exercise seemed to increase it. But Paradise... Paradise meant monsters. Monsters meant essence crystals. And essence crystals meant power.

I leaned against the dormitory wall, weighing my options. The expedition would be closely supervised, which meant limited opportunities to harvest crystals without being noticed. But even one or two could make a difference. And being seen participating in official academy activities would help maintain my cover.

Plus, I admitted to myself, I needed to face Paradise again eventually. Better to do it with a group than alone, even if it meant being more careful about using my abilities.

The seniors organizing the trip would be experienced - they'd know the safe zones, the escape routes, the best spots for finding artifacts. It was a chance to learn the lay of the land without the pressure of survival.

How was I supposed to complete my quest, to create a Demonic Sanctuary, if I couldn't even increase my power?

The academy's training was useful, but what I really needed was raw essence.

I took a deep breath and pressed the "Apply" button before I could talk myself out of it.

The confirmation message was immediate: "Application received. Please obtain instructor approval and submit your essence control certification by end of day. Successful applicants will be notified tonight. Equipment briefing will be sent via a message."

Well, that was another challenge.

Which instructor would be most likely to approve this? Professor Vale would probably make me climb the mountain again just for asking. Professor Valerius might be more understanding, but he'd ask too many questions.

My finger tapped restlessly against my watch as I considered the implications. This expedition could be exactly what I needed - a legitimate way to gain power while maintaining my cover. But it was also a risk. One slip, one moment of lost control, and my secret would be exposed.

The dormitory door opened behind me, startling me from my thoughts. A group of students emerged, discussing their own plans for the weekend. None of them seemed to have received the invitation - or if they had, they weren't as conflicted about it as I was.

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