Strongest Demigod System

Azrael's sword cut through the area between the daemon's head and shoulder blade with pinpoint precision, and he dragged his hand forward to complete the cut as the daemon flew past him!

SLASH!

Thud!

The daemon's severed head rolled to the side before its body fell to the ground behind him in a heap. Azrael took in one calming breath before regaining his focus and slowly walking towards the other side of the wilderness and spoke.

"Reset exercise with a new environment. Try to make it a little more difficult this time."

[Command partially accepted. Student Azrael Mortis does not have clearance to challenge any of the levels beyond Lesser Daemons. Would you like to change the environment?]

Azrael clicked his tongue in annoyance before bringing his sword forward. Of course, the school wouldn't allow him to fight anything higher than a lesser daemon.

"Fine. Change the environment and keep the bastards coming."

[Command accepted.]

The vast wilderness shimmered again, and the daemon on the floor bled out of sight before they were replaced by a vast ravine with murky moss growing on top of shallow water while tall trees loomed overhead, their trunks wrapped in moss and crawling leaves climbing across them.

The guttural sound of a daemon tearing itself out from the ground echoed again, and it screeched as it charged straight for Azrael!

SCREEEEECCHHH!!

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[Battlefield Simulation Ended. Please deposit the simulation equipment as you exit the battleground. Azrael Mortis has gained [10 Academy Points] for completing 5 training sessions without supervision. You may use these Academy Points at any store within the school, and the points gained will be tallied at the end of the academic year to contribute to the student rankings.]

Azrael ignored the usual announcement from the simulation AI as he began to walk out of the battleground room. As Azrael passed the entrance, he placed the cylindrical rod and glasses back into their slots in the wall before heading off to get his things.

Azrael shot a quick glance at the time and realized that it was eight o'clock at night. If he left now, he could make it back to his hostel before nine. He was planning to jog home, so he was likely going to get home even sooner than that.

Azrael was busy putting his things into his bag when his phone buzzed with a notification. He opened the message, and what he saw there made his eyes widen.

[You have been deducted 5 points for missing a meeting with the Vice-headmistress today. The points will be reimbursed after a letter of apology has been submitted.]

Shit! He completely forgot!

Azrael quickly put his things in his bag and started to head out of the gym! Francesca had told him to meet her in her office earlier, but he had been so pissed about what happened in the ceremony that he had forgot all about it once the ceremony was done!

It was still eight, so Azrael knew that Francesca would still be in her office. He had gone there enough times to know that she didn't leave the office until ten at night!

Azrael got out of the gym and made his way through the many buildings in the academy to reach the administrative building that was on the other side of the compound.

The Divine Demigod Academy was one of the largest structures in City S and spanned over three million square feet. The campus had a thriving ecosystem inside it, with gyms, classrooms, a marketplace, a medical centre, a police station, and a large area on the western side that was used for special training for the high school students. It was impossible for anyone to run from one end of the campus to the other in less than thirty minutes.

Thankfully, the administrative building wasn't that far from the gym, and after being there so many times, Azrael knew a shortcut through the dorms that would get him there faster.

Then, as he rounded a corner…

"Is that fucker not going to come? He's really missing a meeting with that damn Headmistress?"

"Shut up, she might hear you."

"Dude, she's not a fucking ghost. Why are you tripping?"

As Azrael turned a corner, he was surprised to see two boys crouched against the wall while talking in hushed whispers. He immediately recognized them as the lackeys of Francis Colt, and he frowned as he turned around to leave.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

A voice spoke from behind Azrael, and Azrael took a large step back as he spun around and saw Francis standing there, blocking his path. Had they been waiting for him to go to the administrative building all this time? They knew that Francesca had called him to her office, and they set a trap because this was the shortest way to reach the administrative building.

The other boys who had been crouching against the wall heard Francis and stood up when they saw him cornering Azrael. Azrael was not a fool, and he knew that there was no need for him to try talking his way out of this. It was obvious that Francis had made up his mind to fight.

Azrael burst into action!

With a sharp motion, he grabbed his backpack and tossed it toward Francis, hard enough to slam into his face. The impact forced Francis back a few steps with a growl, just as Azrael turned to the two lackeys and launched himself at them.

Francis was one of the King, and it would be far harder for Azrael to get through him since he was stronger, but these two lackeys were nothing in front of Azrael! Azrael knew that he had a better chance of breaking through them than if he were to go against Francis!

The first lackey didn't even know what had hit him! Azrael's flying knee soared through the air and slammed into the boy's chin like a fucking sledgehammer!

BAM!

The boy was driven to the ground, and Azrael rolled off the boy just in time to avoid the second one who tried to grab him! The guy drew a large bat from behind his back and raced for Azrael, but Azrael stepped into the boy's stride, grabbed the boy by his shirt and arm before spinning him around in a perfect judo toss!

SLAM!

"ARGH!"

The boy's scream filled with pain echoed through the alley as his back hit the ground hard, but before Azrael could think about running again, he was speared to the ground by Francis!

BAM!

"You fucking reject!"

Francis cursed as he put his full weight onto Azrael and started to pound his fist into Azrael's face over and over again! The force of each blow sent tremors through the alleyway, and Azrael tried to keep his mind calm even as the blows rattled his brain!

Francis brought his hand up, and a ball of water covered it before freezing into ice. Azrael barely had time to put a hand up before the ice fist slammed into his face!

SLAM!

Francis was a child of Poseidon, and he had the ability to control water in its most basic form even without tapping into his God Aspect, so the punch that he unleashed was far more powerful than what someone without a God Aspect would be able to use.

The blow slammed into the side of Azrael's head, and he felt something warm leaking from there. He was bleeding!