Simon’s goal in showing off the fact that he could easily climb a wall was to leave the Vertical Mobility class.
The Vertical Mobility class had nothing else to teach him for today, and for him, he preferred to spend his time doing something else rather than wasting it to learn something he already knew.
Climbing the cliff wall was a little bit fun for him, considering the fact that there were surprising challenges and that the cliff wall was not just a rough or smooth five hundred feet wall.
However, he was able to use his creativity, talents, and experience to reach the end.
He already knew how to walk on wall, and the last training the Instructor was meant to teach the class was how to properly jump from platforms to bridges to chains, and so on.
But he didn’t need to be taught anymore.
The main reason why Instructor Sormon told him that he had nothing else to learn in the class was because being able to reach the end of the fifth section meant he already knew how to properly jump from a platform to a bridge and vice versa.
Instructor Sormon also decided to kick him out of the class because he felt that if he allowed Simon to stay any longer in the class, he would do something he’d later regret.
For him, it was better to send Simon away.
"I guess I should go get some food. A growing boy still needs his nutrients after all."
There were still three more classes left for the day under the Body Pillar, and the next class was the Blade Doctrine class.
However, this was a class he was not going to attend since there was also no point.
Simon walked back into the school, then he went to the cafeteria once again to get some food to eat.
Surprisingly, he met some members of the Iron Fangs, but he had already ordered them not to greet him or show any signs that they knew each other.
He needed this for now.
However, there were some other Initiates who recognized him. After all, he was becoming a frequent customer of the school cafeteria
Those who saw him were baffled, especially when he ordered an expensive food once again.
For a First Year, Simon had ordered lots of expensive food in just two days, and they all knew that he was a slave and he was also not the top student of the class.
So, how was he able to purchase so many expensive foods.
A normal person might have felt that it would be wiser to lay low and buy cheaper foods so as to not draw people’s attention.
But for Simon?
He did not care about this.
In fact, if anybody wanted his trouble, he’d welcome them.
Even if they were too powerful to face, he was still not afraid, and that’s because he was now in control of Akaza and the Iron Fangs.
He was rich now.
He had a lot of money.
And he was still going to make a lot of money very soon.
Why should he choose not to spend his money, especially when what he was buying was just food?
If it was a powerful and rare artifact, it would be a different case.
But for food?
Simon would not hesitate in the slightest.
Birds die for food, man die for riches... not food.
He needed to eat so that his body could develop properly.
The benefits his body gained from eating the expensive meals he was buying could not be ignored.
Although they didn’t increase his strength, they helped in his constitution.
They helped his muscles and bones to grow and become just a little bit stronger. He was still developing, and with time, everything would accumulate so that his body would be properly developed.
Although this would not be detrimental to his advancement on the path of power and could also be easily fixed in the future, he had the opportunity to eat good foods, so why wouldn’t he?
There were some meals, drinks, and wine he bought that even increased his heart rank by nearly one percent.
They were very expensive, and if he was not a Daemon, he was certain that his heart rank would have increased by at least four percent (4%).
After eating and resting, Simon began to think of what to do.
He had about three hours of free time, and it was a lot.
He really wished he could go shopping either by himself or through the Iron Fangs as a proxy, but he couldn’t for today.
’Hmm. It might take Merath and Jorra some time before they’re done with their class. I guess I should go to the cultivation tower and cultivate.’
Simon released a soft sigh, then he stood and walked out of the cafeteria.
As he stepped out of the cafeteria, the wind blew his white hair and his robes, causing Simon to close his eyes and bask in the winds.
He felt extremely comfortable in a windy environment. It felt like home to him.
But this time around, the wind whispered something different into his ears.
It was not the voice of somebody or the voice of a great being.
No.
It felt like the wind was carrying the voice of the world. The voice of the demon realm. The voice of... fate?
It whispered... Danger.
Simon frowned in confusion as his eyes were closed.
He was right in front of the cafeteria. He was still in the academy, and he did not expect anybody to harm him at the moment.
Also, his instincts were not warning him of an imminent threat to his life.
’What’s happening?’
Then he opened his eyes and looked down to the stairs of the school cafeteria.
When he did, he instantly understood as he saw two masked Shadow Blades approach him from the stairs.
Shadow Blades were rarely seen in the academy, and those who noticed the two Shadow Blades paused and watched, curious about what was going on.
Simon remained standing at the top of the stairs, his gaze indifferent, his arms dangling carelessly by his side, and the wind blowing at his hair and face.
None believed that Simon, a mere Year One Initiate was the goal of the two Shadow Blades.
But to everyone’s surprise, they stopped before Simon.
"Initiate Broken Halo, you are under arrest and under investigation for the suspected murder of Initiate Shadow."
"Resist, and your punishment would be a lot worse."
’I guess it’s time huh.’ Simon thought with an utterly calm expression.