My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 51: Guinevere’s Invitation

"Can we be as strong as director Vaughn?"

"You’re reaching too high." Another voice interjected.

The Questions continued in their multitudes but Connor had a way around the chaos. He was in charge afterall.

His jade eyes glowed warmly. A level of certainty in his steps while he picked up his items from the platform without touching them.

They hovered, rotating around him. He was the sun and this item ranging from books and other stationeries were the planets.

"If you want all your questions answered. Then I will see you in the next class"

His voice carried both serenity and certainty. One that hypnotized the students who mellowed down almost immediately.

They all looked forward to the next druid theory class at this point. Whether they agreed or disagreed with Connor’s perspective.

Connor raised his hand and waved. A smile on his face.

"Thank you all for your time, I look forward to seeing you all and your friends in the next class."

His smile faded while his body fizzled past or was it through the door leaving several students including Kyrie and Milo with jaws dropped. Green energy dancing with the wind like butterflies.

What a show-off. Kyrie said inwardly.

The students stood, rooted in awe until the green essence disappeared completely.

The Auditorium soon emptied up. Students still moving in clicks avoiding Kyrie and Milo. Much to Kyrie’s approval. Grunting on occasion to scare them away more.

They stepped out into the hallway. The streams of black spreading hrough different tributaries. Some were heading toward the next class, others lingered around the cafeteria.

The noise grew louder by the second with the classes emptying up slowly .Milo walked beside Kyrie. He was still going off about the class and rumors he heard about the next.

Ever an information whore.. eh Milo. Kyrie thought while he tried bringing up the system interface to search for something.

"Kyrie Shaw?" A voice pierced through the noise into Kyrie’s ears.

Kyrie turned immediately. There was something about the melody of the tone that was familiar. It was like a symphony.

His crimson eyes reflected a young woman. She was still a few feet away, arms crossed under her chest, making it look bigger.

Her eyes were sharp. Her expression was purely that of curiosity. She walked towards him. Her hips swayed with confidence as she arrived a few feet from him.

"Yeah?" Kyrie answered only when she was close enough. His brows furrowed in anticipation. His eyes bright, the tension around his body static.

The second witch had finally approached him head on.

She grinned. Her confidence unshaken even for a split second.

"Guinevere Uriel. Head of engineering class."

Her right hand stretched out for a hand shake.

Kyrie’s eyes narrowed slightly. He saw the oil stains on her sleeves and the taste of the air around her was practically steam, coal and something flowery.

He reached out and took her hand. Their hands stay together even while her eyes reflected his.

"Rumors say you’re Epsilon and Omni"

"Rumors is quite the liar. Just so you know" Kyrie responded warily. He didn’t break eye contact. Something about her eyes didn’t allow him to.

She chuckled slightly at his retort without going further.

" You’re ranked eighteenth despite your reserves "

"And?" He stretched.

"That proves you’re efficient." She tilted her head. Looking at him from the side.

"Tiny tank, but efficient use. That’s impressive." She praised. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Kyrie remained quiet. His fingers loosen from the hold. The handshake breaking naturally.

Guinevere’s grin widened.

"I work on Psi-tech integration. Devices that amplify Nexus efficiency, store external Psi, optimize energy flow."

She paused. "For an Epsilon, that could change everything."

Kyrie’s interest was visible. The grim in his jaw loosening but Desirae’s words replayed in his mind like a broken cassette.

Don’t trust anyone easily. Teknologia is unpredictable

"I’ll think about it," he answered. His expression unchanged.

Guinevere smirked. shrugging slightly.

"Fair enough. Class meets twice a week. Workshop D. Hope to see you there."

Kyrie nodded. "I’ll try"

She turned and walked off, hands in her pockets.

"That works too" It took less than a second for her to retreat into the crowd. Claire waited for her. Eyes sparkling in excitement and anticipation

" How was it ?, Tell me everything" Her excited tone fading into the crowd as they walked away.

Kyrie took a deep breath and was about to turn when a head craned from his side.

Milo blinked. His eyes large as a bunnies.

"Was that... Guinevere Uriel? From House Uriel?"

Kyrie watched her go. Her frame disappearing with the crowd.

"Yeah, i guess so."

"And she just... invited you to her class?" Milo continued.

Kyrie turned towards the arena. His face contorting into one of annoyance. Milo was getting on his nerves but he still tried resisting. His voice controlled, holding back something.

"She claims to be interested in my abilities. Wants to see if her tech works on an Epsilon "

"And are you going?" Milo asked excitedly.

Kyrie remained calm even as the arena’s slowly became visible.

"Maybe, maybe not." He answered calmly.

—

They walked calmly towards the arena. That was the proposed location for combat training class.

While they approached, Kyrie’s thoughts churned. He finally noticed the system interface that stood static ahead of him.

Guinevere had stole his attention completely prior.

*After classes then.* Kyrie decided even as the screen warped away.

He was understanding the system by the second and knew his advantage was efficient use of his Nexus and his smarts.

*I need to maximize what I have.*

He glanced at Milo momentarily as they arrived. Eyes widened in shock at the sparse arena.

"Where is everyone? " Their voice chorused in unison. Heads turning to lock eyes comically.

The Arena was nearly empty and only a few individuals were there. The instructor wasn’t in their midst and Kyrie couldn’t recognize any of them as first years.

"Did they migrate somewhere else?" Milo asked. Kyrie wasn’t bothered about that.

His eyes focused on the spar that had just begun. It was between two individuals. They were tall and well-built. One was tattooed on their neck, waist and arms with the tattoos releasing a menacing violet pulse. A Virotan.

The other had long disheveled hair. His canines protruding slightly while a film of red spiking energy coalesced around his appendages.

" Let’s do this." Both their voices thundered. The concrete floor rattling from the pressure. They bolted forward.

A massive wave of energy and shockwaves rippled out immediately their fists collided.

"Now those are third years." Milo announced as Kyrie smirked.

Time to see some action!