Galaxy's First Ruler

It wasn't the power behind the slamming, but the sound which had made almost all Dreamers stand up.

Dreamers had already heightened senses the moment they came out of their Initiation Dream. Without even looking, anyone could tell that a bone had got broken as the outcome of this impact.

Rage…

Unlimited Rage…

All around Aldrich felt this emotion taking over the hearts of Dreamers from noble Houses. It didn't matter if they were from an Ancient House or not, nobles were inherently higher in status than other Dreamers. Especially when it came to the matter of the same or the immediate Rank.

Bolut was a newly Rare Ranked Dreamer, and the man, now slowly resuming his towering position, had yet to even Rank up. But just as Aldrich felt as if all the rage would burst, it died down as if an insect getting crushed rashly underfoot.

Aldrich couldn't find any reason for this death of emotion. Bolut was still struggling to stand up, and the floor under him was covered in blood-red spots. Dreamers were still coming into the passenger compartment, but Aldrich didn't sense any presence of Baron Ranked Dreamers.

'Then it must be…'

Aldrich could guess only one reason by the process of elimination. This silence was caused by the giant man or something about him that others had overlooked before. Aldrich found the man looking directly at him, and though his deep brown eyes were ruthless, Aldrich felt pity in his heart and nothing else.

Arghh!!!

As Bolut let out a grunting noise, Aldrich's gaze went to the ID card of this man, whose face was full of scars. Aldrich wanted to raise his eyebrows, but he abstained from doing any unnecessary motion of his muscles. The reason for this phantom raising of eyebrows was the name of this man.

Unlike Aldrich's given name. Tudor, which lacked a family name, the man in front of him had one. And soon an almost cheering buzz took over all the common Dreamers, while the nobles gritted their teeth and sat back down.

-It's them…

-Yes, the Boid family…

-Only one of them can…

The man took a step over Bolut and towered over Aldrich, almost looking down as if he was looking at an ant. Aldrich didn't lift his head overly high to look into the man's eyes. He could feel no emotion that could harm him coming out of this giant dark-skinned man.

The vast hand, like the open mouth of a python, again lunged, making all the buzzing stop at its place. But when it seemed this hand would grab Aldrich's face the same way it had grabbed Bolut, it stopped. Aldrich looked at the hand, at his eye level, in an open gesture, asking for a handshake.

"Meuric Boid."

Aldrich nodded, hearing the man introducing himself, and feebly replied.

"Tudor…"

Meuric took away his hand, seeing Aldrich unwillingness to shake his hand. He gestured to the previously empty seats, and as he eyed all the other nobles, he spoke out.

"You don't have to go anywhere, Tudor. Let us sit here, and see who comes next."

'Very well…'

Aldrich thought as he sensed quite amusing emotions bubbling up in Meuric's heart. He let out a slight smile and returned to his seat towards the window side.

THUP!!!

The surrounding seats shook as Meuric planted his almost square but butt beside Aldrich. Bolut had somehow sat up in a kneeling position and was now letting out painful grunts. A trace of blood kept seeping out from his mouth, and from the way his nose was bent, it was clear that Meuric had broken it.

But all this could be called superficial wounds. Even the innate Vitality of a Rare Ranked Dreamer was enough to heal these injuries, leaving almost no scars. And let's not forget the plethora of potions generally available to rich Dreamers of a noble background.

Bolut struggled to stand up, but none of the other nobles came to help him. As he held his nose, the first thing he did was to raise his hand with his palm up. Even a fool could tell that Bolut was going to use a Skill at that moment. But just as the surrounding Mana riled up, a shout came from behind.

"What do you think you are doing?!!"

This slow shout was like another hammer hitting on Bolut's face. His head jolted, and if it weren't for the brunette holding him up by his arms, he would have again fallen on the floor.

Aldrich saw Benjamin Rees coming up with slow strides into the compartment. And following him were other Dreamers, also having two dots within their triangles. Their levels were obviously lower than Benjamin's, and none of them were above Rare Rank.

'So the two dots aren't related to Rank…'

Aldrich muttered in his head.

Bolut must have come out of his stupor and realizing the outrageous actions he was about to commit, his face became horrified. Like a thief caught red-handed, it didn't take long for Bolut to point his fingers at Meuric and Aldrich.

"My Lord, it's them. They attacked me, and all can testify that it was them who had started the fight."

"Oh! Is it true?"

Benjamin heard Bolut's accusation, and as he looked at Aldrich and the giant man, he asked.

…

But surprisingly none spoke out. Even the nobles' brows were pressed as if they were trying to hold back a massive fart. Bolut's mouth gaped at this sight, getting taken aback by this choking silence.

Benjamin gave Aldrich an ugly look, and just when he was about to say something, his gaze landed on Meuric's ID card.

"Boid?!!"

Even Bolut felt a bolt of lightning passing through him as he heard this name, making his head snap towards Meuric. But unlike Bolut's overwhelmed expression, Benjamin's momentary shock soon turned to a scoff. A smirk came on his face and he called out.

"So what? You barbarians can't run amok here…"

Before Benjamin could complete his words, a melodious but harsh voice cut him off.

"Nor can the runts of House Mothias."

Aldrich saw Benjamin looking back as if there was a spring in his neck. The level 30 Baron overseer was staring daggers at all the Dreamers. There was no hint of empathy in her heart for the nobles, nor any pity for commoners.

"Teacher…"

"Get back to your seat. I will deal with you later. And you, too."

The lady reprimanded Benjamin and then narrowed her eyes at Bolut, making him shiver at the spot. Bolut held the Brunette hand, and hastily walked towards the empty seats, but not before giving Aldrich and Meuric a murderous glare.

Sigh!

The lady, commonly addressed as a teacher, let out a sigh. As Nellie came out from her behind and took a seat, the teacher looked at all the seated Dreamers one by one. Her gaze stopped momentarily on Meuric but not for long. Just when it seemed that she had gone mute, a commanding voice came out of her mouth.

"Congratulations on getting a recommendation to come here. Your presence alone means that you lot are outstanding among your family's current generation. But…"

The teacher gave Bolut a look and continued.

"… But that doesn't mean shit."