SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 52: First Year Assembly Hall

A sharp, melodic chime echoed from everyone’s watches at exactly six AM.

The morning sun rose early, cutting through the thin curtains of Room 300’s window.

Syril sat up, his gaze immediately shifting to the bed by the window.

It was empty. The sheets were pulled tight, perfectly flat, as if no one had ever slept there.

Lucas Thorne was gone.

"He’s an early bird, I guess," Adam muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. He looked toward the empty bed, then back at Syril. "Or he just didn’t want to walk with us."

Jax was already on his feet, his black ponytail already secured.

"You guys good?" Jax said whilst yawning.

He grabbed a simple towel and headed toward their small bathroom.

They took turns and prepared in a comfortable, quiet rhythm.

In few minutes they were done and set to go, dressed in casual wear and carrying their mandatory watch on their wrists.

Adam spent a few extra minutes checking the gadgets on his desk, his fingers hovering over a small mechanical device before he decided to leave it behind. Syril watched him, noting the way Adam’s hands shook slightly.

"Adam, you’re good?" Syril asked worriedly.

"Yeah, man... You’re shaky and all. What’s up?" Jax too joined the convo.

Adam replied with a weak laugh. "Yeah, I’m good. It’s just... The assembly..."

"Chill out, man. It’s gonna be good." Jax encouraged and patted his back.

Adam looked up and smiled. "Dammit, why are y’all tall?"

"So we can look down on you. Ugh, duhhh!"

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Just kidding, man!"

The three burst into laughter.

"Alright, since we’re all gonna be roomies and all, it’s proper to know ourselves, a’ight?"

Syril’s jaw tightened. Adam’s smile faded a little bit.

But Jax continued, oblivious to their reactions.

"I know I was a doofus last night. Partied with my brothers and mates outside campus and only managed to beat the curfew. Man, I was really tired and needed to crash badly. So... Proper intro today?"

"Me first. I’m Jax Vance. I’m from here, Riverdale, and ability is Wind Manipulation."

Adam looked at Syril’s face, his smile twitching nervously, before speaking.

"Adam Pierce. Almandale..."

"Almandale?!" Jax suddenly exclaimed, abruptly cutting in. "Man, that place is LIT! The clubs, lights, parties, sleek buildings, and the girlllllsss!"

"I’d like to go there someday!" He ended with a strange, funny look in his eyes.

"Yeah..." Adam chuckled. "Ability is... Bubble. Bubble Control."

He said this and immediately bowed his head in shame.

"Man, don’t do that..." Jax cleared his throat. " I’ve seen really bad abilities. Really bad. The fact that you’re in Greenville means you ain’t dull, and I see those little gadgets you work on. You’re like... Like Ironman. Ironman with bubbles."

Adam laughed again. Even Syril couldn’t hold it in.

"Alright. Your turn, handsome."

"First of all, y’all need to calm with this Mr. Handsome thing, and..." Syril lamented.

Adam looked at Syril again.

He heaved a long sigh before continuing.

"Adam, I’m sorry I acted that way last night. You see... I..."

He began pacing.

Then, he halted, looked into their eyes as if reading their trustworthiness.

"I..."

"I..."

"I don’t have an ability."

Silence.

Too stretched.

"Wha... Wait, you’re kidding, right?" Jax spoke first.

"No."

"Syril? Are you messing with us?" Adam too asked, readjusting his eyeglass as if he wasn’t sure of what he heard or he wasn’t seeing things clearly.

Whatever.

Again, Syril answered firmly.

"No."

"How’s that... You gotta be kidding me. Your MP is 82, man. 82. I’ve got 67, and Adam is 58. How does that even..."

"I don’t know... but you have to promise to keep this between us. Please."

Adam looked at his face again, disbelief lingering for a few seconds, then he slapped his forehead.

"You’re good, man. I didn’t even know..." Adam sighed. "My lips are shut. Totally sealed."

"Jax?"

"Lips zipped."

"Jax?" Adam pressed again on Syril’s behalf.

"I’m serious. Greenville is not a joke, man. If we’re gonna be together for a while, then we gotta have each other’s backs. I got you, man. Lips zipped."

Syril smiled genuinely and patted their backs.

Somehow, he felt relieved for telling them this. He had thought he’d have to be extremely cautious around them after dropping the bombshell, but their response was very reassuring. Kinda soothing.

Now, the Mech Controller is gonna have friends?

We’ll see how this plays out.

They stepped out of Room 300 and joined the flow of students heading toward the center of the campus. Walking together, they formed a strange trio: the small, tech obsessed Adam, the loquacious and fluid Jax, and Syril, who kept his gaze fixed ahead, his mind reeling possible scenarios.

The walk was long, taking them from the weathered concrete of their sector into the increasingly lavish heart of Greenville.

As they approached the Assembly Hall, the sheer scale of the building forced them to stop for a moment. It was a monolithic structure of white stone and reinforced glass, with pillars that reached so high they seemed to support the sky itself.

And at the very top of the building and the centres of its side walls, the Greenville logo was plastered boldly.

Thousands of students were merging into the wide entrance. In the middle of the chaotic sea of students, a flash of vibrant, electric blue caught Syril’s eye.

Lucas was already near the front, standing perfectly still, his height and his hair making him an easy landmark in the crowd. He didn’t look back, he simply moved with the tide into the hall.

The interior of the assembly hall was breathtaking. The floor was a polished white tile that reflected the glow of the massive holographic projectors overhead. Thousands of seats rose in a steep, circular amphitheater, surrounding a central stage that pulsed with a soft light.

They found seats in the middle tier, crowded between other nervous freshmen.

The low murmurs of thousands of conversations created a pressure in the air, a collective anxiety that only broke when the lights suddenly dimmed.

A man stepped onto the stage. He was tall, wearing a long, green colored coat with several badges. His hair was silver, and his eyes, even from a distance, looked as sharp as shards of flint.

Syril tried to use his Scan skill on the man, but the distance was too far for the skill to work.

"I am Marcus Frazier," he began, his voice carried by some unseen power that echoed perfectly in the ears of every student. "Welcome to Greenville. I see young faces with outstanding potentials, but you’ve only passed the gates, not yet earned your place."

The students wanted to spread a chain of discussion, but one finger was all it took the man to silence them all.

"You all know your journey. You know where you’re from, and I believe everyone here had a goal in mind when applying for Greenville. This academy is not merely a school, it is a hallmark of greatness. We are the forge, and you are the raw metal. Over the next six years, we expect nothing less than absolute success from every soul in this room."

He paced the stage, his presence commanding total silence. "Greenville is vast, as you may all know. We have fields dedicated to combat, to engineering, to research, to entertainment, et cetera. We keep our position as the greatest college in the world..."

"Someone is being cocky," Raja didn’t bother to keep his comment.

’I know, but please, let me focus!’ Syril replied dismissively.

"Every year, we give to society, to the world, thousands of powerful and brilliant individuals who excelled in their fields. I don’t need to mention names."

Marcus pointed a finger and slowly tilted on his heels. "You’re next. Every one of you. However, greatness requires focus. Before the week is out, each of you must select the field you will major in for the entirety of your time here. Choose wisely, for your field will be your identity."

"Now, for demonstration..." He muttered.

Marcus’ legs lifted off the ground slowly, carried by an unseen force; he began levitating.

Then, he stopped, he paused in the mid-air, floating in one position, looking down on the enmassed students.

Suddenly, he stretched his arms forward and swung them in the air like arcs. With a ’casual’ flick of his wrist, he sent a pulse of power downward.

For a few seconds, the entire room felt as though gravity had doubled. Students found it hard to move, their bodies became heavy, and an invisible pressure kept pressing them down.

It was a terrifying display, intended to leave a great impression.

"Practice, and of course, lessons and refinement I learnt from this very great college." the Dean explained as he began drifting slowly to the ground, the power disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

"Now, let us see what the new blood brings to the table. Anyone up for demonstration?"

"Oh, we already have a volunteer, huh?"

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