My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 53: The Cost of Supremacy

Rosalyn stood at the front. Balancing her tailored top hat with rose design.

"We’ll begin with volunteers. Who wants to argue in favor of Psion supremacy?"

Supremacy? Kyrie crossed his hand while he watched.

A Vishian student near the front raised his hand. "Speak," Rosalyn instructed.

He stood with chin lifted slightly.

"We have power. Non-psions do not. Strength defines hierarchy. Why restrain ourselves when no one can stop us?"

Some Vishian students nodded.Their ears twitching. Strians shifted uncomfortably.

Milo listened, thoughtful. The argument felt dangerous. It wasn’t a feeling, it was definitely dangerous.

If only I didn’t have this problem, he thought, glancing at his empty bag. It was an interesting line of thought and would be more, if only his stomach didn’t feel like it was eating him up from the inside out.

Allen’s voice cut through the murmurs.

"And what happens when that power is abused?"

"It won’t be. Not by those raised responsibly." The Vishian retorted.

"But not everyone is," Allen countered. "What about rogue psions?"

"Then stronger psions stop them. The hierarchy corrects itself." The boy’s voice was confident in his stance.

Kyrie watched in silence. Clean arguments. Deeply flawed and idealistic at best.

The debate continued. Even as the topics went from druid manipulation ethics to the cost of unchecked power. Something the realm of Bathuzah was presently experiencing.

The room was lively with energy. Sharp and new insights mixed with the fresh flower scent of the room. The light that poured in made the ambience alluring.

Suddenly Rosalyn ’s eyes fell on Kyrie. "Hey omni-type, what’s your take so far?"

Leaning back prior. Kyrie stood, carrying himself with a natural confidence.

"The name’s Kyrie Shaw Ma’am" His voice, calm and assured.

"I think Power should be used. But with restraint and consent"

"Even in survival?" Rosalyn pressed. Her expression, still condescending.

"Survival is of a different context. If you attack me then I defend myself. That’s not abuse. That’s survival."

"And Droid manipulation?"

Kyrie’s gaze shifted to the Vishian girl who’d argued for efficiency earlier.

"Without consent? That’s a violation. Taking away choice is taking away their humanity."

What a hypocrite. He rolled his eyes inwardly.

A student behind him whispered,

"You really believe that?" His tone, genuinely curious.

Kyrie’s eyes remained on Rosalyn.

"Yeah."

"Hmm...Fair enough." Rosalyn’s voice sharpened. "Quite convenient, An Omni lecturing about restraint. Your instability makes you dangerous."

Kyrie didn’t flinch, gaze still locked on her.

A smirk on his face.

"Lived with danger all my life Ma’am. Don’t worry, I can manage."

"Bastard" Rosalyn swore under her breath.

Allen sensing the tension, intervened.

"All psions risk detriment. Your tier matters more than Type. Shaw’s argument is sound."

Rosalyn’s jaw tightened. Her eyes went up and down on his body. There was just something about him that was unsettling to her.

"The boy is only a first year Allen" she half turned to face him.

Allen understood her angle and knew not to challenge her here. Not in front of the students.

"You’re right." Allen simply concluded. Playing his role at de-escalating the tension.

He looked at the students who felt it as well. Kyrie had already sat down at this point. Milo greased his shoulder with approval.

"That would be all my lovely students.Class dismissed," Allen said. His voice echoing in the hall.

In a matter of minutes, students filed into the hallway. Kyrie stepped out as well and nearly collided with Ryan Avery who was making his way in.

They stopped. Eyes locked. Tension twisting in the air like rattle snakes.

Ryan’s friend started to speak, but Ryan raised a hand. Gesturing him to stop.

"Leave it."

Neither spoke. After a moment, Ryan stepped aside. Kyrie walked past. Milo behind him . "That was awkward."

"Yeah."

"He’s not coming after you, though."

Kyrie glanced over his shoulder. Ryan was already inside of the emptying classroom.

"No. He’s not." He answered with a smirk. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

They moved through the corridor toward the open areas. The cafeteria was their obvious destination.

The day stretched ahead, There was one more class but Kyrie was definitely missing it. He hadn’t decided on what answer to give Guinevere yet.

The Single-session courses gave students time to process and rest. As the duo turned a corner, voices rose ahead.

Kyrie slowed down, half turning to face Milo who urged him on.

A group of students stood in a circle near the main stairwell. Vishians, mostly. And in the center. A Strian boy. Younger, probably first-year. His uniform was disheveled, face pale. Eyes red, the flood gates waiting to open.

One of the Vishian students, tall, and aristocratic, held up a piece of paper. A ranking sheet.

"Forty-third," the Vishian said, voice dripping with mockery. "Out of seventy first-years. You’re barely above the failures. Who are my kidding. You’re a failure"

The Strian boy’s shaky hands clenched. "I’m working on it—"

"Working?" Another Vishian laughed. "You’re Gamma-class. You should be in the Top 20 minimum. But here you are. Forty-third. Pathetic. Useless piece of shit"

The boy’s voice cracked as he tried defending himself.

"The ranking system isn’t fair—"

"Fair?" The tall Vishian leaned closer. "It’s merit-based. You’re just weak. You’re just useless"

A few students nearby watched but didn’t intervene. Some looked uncomfortable. Some walked by with indifferent looks.

Milo stopped beside Kyrie. "We should—"

Kyrie was already moving. His steps purposeful.

He stepped into the circle. "That’s enough."

The Vishian students turned. The tall one. The leader—narrowed his eyes.

"Shaw.The Epsilon who thinks he matters."

Kyrie ignored the jab. He looked at the Strian boy with concern. "You okay?"

The boy nodded quickly, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

The Vishian leader smirked. "Defending the weak? How noble. But this doesn’t concern you Epsilon."

"It does now." Kyrie retorted. Voice alot sharper. Waiting for something.

"Really?" The Vishian stepped closer. His aura flared with a whistling sound. He was Beta-class and confident.

"You think being eighteenth gives you authority? You’re still Epsilon. Still ranked below half the class."

Kyrie’s voice stayed level and yet venomous. "And you’re using that ranking to justify cruelty. That says more about you than him douchebag."

Douchebag? That’s lame.

The Vishian’s smirk faded. The others watching as his morale faded

"Careful, Shaw. You might be Omni-Type, but that won’t save you if you make enemies."

"If you qualify as enemies. Then I don’t mind " Kyrie’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice, only colder and alarming.

Kyrie’s jab cut through the air and only brought silence with it.

The Vishian leader’s jaw tightened. For a moment, it looked like he’d escalate. The whistling sounds of his aura, increasing at an alarming pace.

Then a voice cut through.

"Is there a problem here?"