SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 46: Train Drama

The morning sun rose quickly as if more excited than you-know-who.

Syril pushed himself off the protesting bed, stretching and groaning loudly as he felt a subtle pain in his back.

He spent most of the night, his sleeping time, packing and arranging essentials in his luggages, hence the pain.

He bent to pick his phone from the bed when a sudden thick voice startled him.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

Syril tripped on his limbs and came crashing on his bed, groaning again as his shin struck the bed’s wooden frame.

"What the fuck, Raja?! For God’s sake, I’m just waking up!"

"Pfft! What a weakling. Frightened by a voice in your own head. Is this the same person the system chose? Gosh, I’m worried the system made a big mistake."

"Shut the fuck up! If you say that one more time, I swear..."

"You swear what? Are you threatening me now?" Raja laughed mid-speech. "You’re gonna deploy your ’walking bombs’ in your head? You’re gonna make me kneel and I’ll have to start pleading the ’Young Demon? Or no, no, you’re gonna make me transfer five million dollars for apology?’" Raja ended with a laugh.

"Hahaha! Laugh it up! Way to go. I wonder why I have such an annoying voice in my head." Syril lamented, half-annoyed and half-amused.

"Alright, seriously, that was really good. An outstanding performance." Raja giggled. "I don’t know what you were thinking to come up with such an idea, but it was... perrrfect!"

"Pfft! I’m supposed to be flattered? You did help though, so I guess I owe you gratitude?"

"You’re welcome, scum. But here’s the deal..." Raja’s tone suddenly became serious. "Remember you were able to pull that off because those nincompoops were outright frightened by your previous performance and tricks?"

"Yeah?"

"Good. Keep in mind that you can’t be reckless where you’re going. There are too many eyes and there’ll be unique and serious powerful ability users in that college. You can’t easily keep those ones down, and I have to tell you that these petty tricks wouldn’t really intimidate the pompous ones."

"Oh Raja, I’m aware. The goal is to become great and powerful, not cause unnecessary trouble. I know there’ll be eyes, there’ll be troublesome ones, but I’ll always try to play it right," Syril responded confidently, staring long into nothing as if bracing for the future.

"That’s my little piece of shit. Oh, and remember... There will be lots of pretty chicks to bang!"

"Geez!" Syril shook his head as obscene pictures were painted there. "Fuck off, geezer."

"I’m already late," he whispered as he finally switched on the device’s screen.

He knew he had a train heading to Riverdale to catch, so he couldn’t miss it for anything.

Amy called him shortly afterwards, wishing him a safe trip and not forgetting to drop flirtatious lines.

She was going to travel via air in her dad’s private jet, so she had to call to check on her sweet Syril.

"Gotta go. Clara is coming with guards and the jet is about to lift," Amy declared and cut the call.

Syril chuckled and dropped his phone, muttering "Rich kids" as he shook his head vehemently.

It didn’t take long to get to the train station.

Syril was right on time. The train had only few minutes left to depart when he arrived, so he had to thank his luck for not being against him.

At the entrance of the train, he met quite an interesting character.

It was a young man like himself, a teen with flowing brown hair that covered his face.

What he was doing was what made him look quite interesting.

"All aboard!" He shouted, holding onto the train and jumping as he ushered passengers in. "If you’re destined for Riverdale and heading to Greenville particularly, follow me into the right car! We bright students would like to know ourselves!"

He continued shouting like that, interested more in those heading for Greenville.

Syril shook his head when it got to his turn, smiling as the young man directed him to the car (wagon) students were in.

Eventually, the time was up, and the train was ready to move.

The PAS announced the safety measures for passengers and the engine began powering up.

Just then, another teenager appeared out of nowhere, running towards the train frantically.

"Hey! Wait up! Please, don’t move yet! I already have my luggages in the train! Wait!" He wailed panickily, adjusting his glasses’ frame as his short legs carried him.

"Ah, stupid! Run!" A passenger, another student, shouted through the window.

"Look at him! Those short legs! Can he make it?!" Another laughed.

"He probably doesn’t have a good ability either!"

"Will ya run, Shortstein?"

"Does anyone have an ability to help the poor boy?"

Alas, he made it. Another male student had risen to help him onboard, stretching his hand to grip the boy before the train moved.

The engine roared to life and the journey began immediately.

The small figure almost fell from exhaustion, breathing heavily as he held onto an armrest.

He soon found an empty seat beside a black haired teen, still panting.

"You’re a good sprinter," the black haired figure said, looking up from the phone in his clutch and smiling.

"Pfft! You don’t have to be sarcastic," Adam, the small figure, replied bluntly, holding his chest to catch his breath.

"Well... You’re on the train, right? It’s a job well done," the figure joked again.

"Haha!" Adam laughed humorlessly. "Maybe if I have a physique like yours, I can effortlessly sprint. Genes can be bias," he added, snorting at the end as if bitter about his luck.

Syril smiled and took a quick glance at his body, smirking proudly as he acknowledged his beauty.

What? You didn’t know the black haired figure was Syril?

"Are you gay, now? Smiling like a freak because of a boy’s compliment," Raja started teasing.

’You’re lucky you’re not physical. I’d have punched some sense into ya head.’ Syril retorted.

"Your guts keep increasing. If I were physical, you think you can stop me with buffed speed and strength? Pathetic!"

’Ah! Talking about that...’ Syril was about to respond to his partner when a loud chatter disrupted his thoughts.

"Alrighty! Who is happy to be on the train to Riverdale?" An exuberant boy shouted, his flowing hair covering his face as he stood funnily and tried to rouse the students.

He was the same one standing by the train’s entrance and ushering students previously. He was known as Brandon.

"Gosh, who is this guy?"

"Who the fuck wouldn’t be happy to be on the vehicle to one’s destination?"

"Of course, I am!"

"Cheers, weird guy!"

The response was split with several opinions, some criticizing, some celebrating, and majority keeping shut, refusing to say anything.

"Okay... Let me try again. Maybe I asked the wrong question. Who is happy to be going to Greenville, the college of the greats, the college of milk and honey, the biggest college in the whole of the universe?!" The boy tried rousing again.

He got a better response this time.

Most smiled, raised their hands, and gave a short ululation.

You know how humans are, right? Some still kept shut, and don’t be surprised Syril was part of this ’some.’

Raja was saying something in Syril’s head.

"Truly, who the fuck is this guy? The whole of the universe? What does he know about the universe?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

’And I suppose you know something you won’t tell, stingy one?’

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

’You wanna fight the boy or me? C’mon, you can do that. Oh, sike! You’re stuck in my head.’

"Be thankful I’m truly not physical, otherwise..."

Syril rolled his eyes dramatically and continued pressing on his screen.

"What’s with you by the way? You’re not responding to the boy."

’Oh, I know his type. I met lots of his kind already. All of his jovialness isn’t genuine. He’s only doing these to build a group. He’s trying to know powerful ones he’ll try to associate with in the future. I don’t have to entertain him.’

"How are you so sure?"

As if to prove Syril right, Brandon began talking again.

"Alrighty! Here’s the deal; we’ll like to know ourselves, so, let’s do some brief introduction, shall we? Name and ability. I’ll go first."

’Told ya.’ Syril smirked. If he could nudge Raja, he’d have done that.

"Ah, those years of having no ability really groomed you." Raja affirmed, now knowing the intent behind all of Brandon’s ’friendliness.’

In the whole of the wagon, there were about twenty-five students who were destined for Greenville.

Surely, some of them would have pretty good abilities, and Brandon was already expectant.

But he started first.

"I’m Brandon Gilbert. Ability is Super-strength," he said proudly, flexing his biceps as he spoke.

He earned praises from some onlookers.

"Wow! Nice."

"That’s quite a powerful ability."

And some just shook their heads, silently cursing themselves for not having something as good as his.

It continued that way, abilities ranging from quite powerful to great potential.

"Melissa Vaughan. Force Field."

"Jack McCarthy. Superspeed."

It continued like that until it got to Syril’s turn.

"Hey, Mr. Handsome," Brandon started. "I noticed you’ve been quiet all this while. Anything wrong?"

"We wanna know ourselves better. You can’t tell me your ability is good looks, right?" Brandon joked.

Others chuckled lightly and had their eyes fixated on them.

"What’s your name and ability?"

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