My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 50: The Starting point

The mind was the source and the body, the tool and storage. Connor’s explanation of the word reserve wasn’t something strange to Kyrie.

At first glance of the word. He understood what it meant. The conditions tied to this energy reservoir intrigued more than the concept itself.

It wasn’t just storage. It was a tool of segregation in itself. Something that most couldn’t change or even hoped to. Something that either brands as superior or inferior even from birth.

"I, reiterate, a psion’s reserve is a baseline decided from birth and it is the factor that determines one’s class in this world."

His voice carried a sense of serenity that made the four walls of the auditorium easier to endure. However his words left ripple effects.

A Delta-class Vishian student on the left row stared at his hands, his eyes shaky. Behind him, a girl’s smile faded. Near the front, two Alpha class exchanged glances—relief mixed with something. A sense of pride.

The reactions grew heavier. Only disrupted by Kyrie raising his hand.

" I have a question sir "

With the gesture of approval from Connor. Kyrie, who had his hand raised quickly, got on his feet. After much protest from Milo ranging from tugging at his uniform softly to eyeballing him.

"Can one increase this innate reserves or is it permanent?"

Connor’s lips arched up slowly. His expression changed as his green eyes became sharper and the dullness of his joints lifted. He was enjoying this class now.

"That is a good question and the answer is yes –He paused. His hands were still gesturing as he spoke.-But it is only 10-15% throughout one’s lifetime."

Slow, churning murmurs rippled through the crowd. An Epsilon in the third row slumped. A Delta crossed her arms, smiling slightly.The Alpha-class students looked bored. They knew about this already.

"Of course, it’s the Epsilon asking" A dismissive voice came from the front.

"Hahahaha.. weakling thinks everything works by luck " Another voice answered. More audible than the former.

The hall erupted into a frenzy with Milo gritting his teeth. He wanted to give these snobs a taste of his mind. The frenzy stole the decorum until the embrace of silence emerged.

All the voices disappeared and all eyes focused on Connor. His hand was raised in a gesture that signified

Relax down!

But the coldness in his eyes spoke louder. Sending blood curdling fear down their spines. Cementing their lips shut instantly. Stiffening their joints.

"Mm- Hmm"

Connor clears his throat and the silence he imposed.

"Any more questions? "

Kyrie nodded, gesturing he was done asking. He sat down. Hands underneath his tightening jaw. His shoulders trembled slightly.

His reserves wouldn’t grow much. This was confirmed. Was that the system’s limitations? Or was there more to it? He would have to look at the system to confirm or find a way around it.

Milo looked at Kyrie. His friend was thinking and though he wasn’t a telepath. He could tell Connor’s answer troubled Kyrie. He reached his hand behind, patting Kyrie’s back gently.

"You’re gonna be okay mate"

Kyrie didn’t respond. A moment of silent understanding between them.

"However, your reserves are merely the starting point." The vishian’s soothing voice swept the room while he gestured to the texts on the board .

<NEXUS LINE>

"If your pool defines your class. Your nexus defines your worth"

His words resonated in every mind. Some were confused. Others understood while people like Kyrie only grinned.

"Watch this "

Connor raised both hands. His left hand glowed bright, the brightness charged with piercing sounds. A single book levitated on his left side wobbling. Lacking any composure.

On the other side.His right hand barely shimmered.Three books rose smoothly, rotating in perfect sync like the planets around the sun.

"Same energy," Connor said. "Different results. Why?"

The hall went silent. Nobody seemed to understand. Those who understood would rather stay quiet.

He smirked.

"One hand uses a wide, unrefined channel. Much like forcing water through a cracked pipe. The other?"

He closed his right hand into a fist; the books settling gently

"A refined pathway. Precise. Efficient and composed."

He smiled. "The pipe and pathway for this, is your Nexus."

The students fell into more confusion. It was like each attempt to bring them from the depths, sunk them even deeper.

"A psion’s Nexus defines how efficiently they use their energy to alter reality and the scale at which they do it." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Students leaned forward, eyes widened. The contrast between the usage became clearer. Anyone with actual brain cells could see.

"Your output is defined by your nexus and the energy you are capable of using overall is determined by your Reserves. Two sides of the same coin."

A hand rose. A strian student asked.

"So we can both have the same reserves and yet fight with different potencies? "

"Yes."

"Does that mean we should focus on our Nexus more? " Kyrie chipped in. His breath slowed.

"Precisely. And unlike your Reserve-"

Connor’s gaze sharpened. "—your Nexus can be dramatically improved through training."

To Kyrie this was it. This was why his levels kept rising and not his class. The Gluttony system might have been a Hack, a virus, but it didn’t just break the basics immediately, it played around it. Manipulating it or was it devouring it?

The students began glancing at each other. Suddenly an alpha-class girl at the front stood. Her palm opened and slammed on the desk much to everyone’s surprise.

"You shouldn’t be feeding this low-borns a dream "

Connor’s eyes narrowed even as his face contorted. He adjusted his robe.Taking in the atmosphere.To him this was already a mission accomplished for an instructor.

Leaving his students with something new to digest or in the case of this girl, something to deflect. That was fulfilling.It meant they were seeing outside their comforts.

"Settle down," Connor’s voice instructed. higher pitched than usual. His interest in the class seeped out slowly. His authority passively released by his flailing robes.

The class calmed in no time as it seemed this man had much more to say. The students all straightened up and the girl sat down in shame.

With the decorum back.

He began walking on the platform. Hands on his back. His boots clicked on the wooden floors of the platform. His robes glistened from the morning rays that still focused on the auditorium.

"Your Nexus is your major target for development as a Psion. It is what separates an Adept from an invoker, Arbiter and Harbinger—

He paused

And what makes a Sovereign superior to the other tiers. This is power born from effort and not a gift" He concluded.

The initial silence sunk in. But its presence was short-lived. A frenzy of questions flurrying out.

Emotions rising.

" Sir ?"

" What does that mean sir ?"

"Are you saying an Epsilon can be a sovereign?"

The questions poured in. Kyrie smirked while leaning back. His goal was certain now. He was going to make this Epsilon class work somehow and truly test the foundations of this world’s power structure.

And what better place to start than an academy of pompous piranhas.