God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

Immediately, the Instructor announced that the exam would begin soon. He went into his topic, which just happened to be about the Celestials' heirs' various physiques.

What was shocking to Nolan was that what the man revealed to them was something he had taught in the first year they arrived at the academy, and the majority of the students were already more than aware of it.

But Nolan could only stare blankly at the teacher throughout the entire session.

He knew nothing!

Not a single thing of what was explained, and the further the class continued, the further Nolan's heart dropped down in his chest.

When the class finally finished and the teacher left, what was supposed to be a simple revision of a past topic had turned Nolan's notes into pages filled with information he had no idea about.

The break came, and Nolan went through what he had been taught, bringing out his school textbook to try and find the subject, and he was truly able to find it.

But he had no memory at all of ever being taught such a topic.

An hour quickly passed, and soon another teacher arrived.

A teacher who taught about the vast Mythological Descendants that exist, their most common skills and traditions.

And once more, what ought to be a revision had Nolan filling up his notes.

The class soon ended, and the teacher left along with the remaining students, but Nolan remained in the class, scanning through his textbook to try and find the topic that was taught.

After swiping through his various textbooks, he finally found what he was looking for.

And when he dove into the topic, Nolan held his head from intense confusion.

What the teacher had summarized was exactly what was before him, yet he also had no memory of it at all, and it all seemed so foreign to him.

'So now, within a week, I have to learn what was taught in exactly three years!? How in the world am I supposed to do that?'

Nolan thought to himself, and in the end, he could only pack his books into his bag and rise up from his seat, moving towards the exit.

After spending close to an hour in the class even after all had closed, the academy grounds were as silent as a graveyard, leaving only Nolan skipping through the steps, and he soon made his way back to his dorm room.

Arriving in his dorm, Nolan went to the kitchen to cook something for himself, but instead of immediately going to have a short nap after his eating session, Nolan immediately grabbed his bag and headed out.

Forty-five minutes later, he was before the gigantic library structure.

Quickly, he disappeared into it, finding a corner where he could remain undisturbed, and he quickly brought out his book and instantly began reading.

One hour… three hours… five hours… seven hours…

Nolan remained in the library, his gaze never leaving the book in front of him.

His hands repeatedly moved around, jotting down points.

Thankfully for him, his intelligence was nothing short of amazing, and he was able to remain focused on the book before him, devouring all of the information like a whale in water without ever feeling even the slightest bit of headache.

Students came in and they left, yet all met Nolan never leaving his seat.

Only when it was 1:00 in the night did Nolan finally raise his head up to the clock, finding it already late.

Then he rose up and packed his bag, and with a yawn, he left to return to his dorm room.

Arriving at his dorm, he simply placed his bag down and jumped straight into bed, closing his weary eyes.

He woke up the next morning at the first light of dawn by the system, and just like the previous day, Nolan laid his bed, went to the bathroom, and quickly left for class.

The next revision session came, and it was just like the day before, with Nolan simply looking like an idiot, jotting down note after note.

His actions drew curious eyebrows from others.

The things the teacher was revising were topics they already knew, and some of them didn't even come with their bags, yet Nolan was jotting down notes continuously.

The class ended for the day, and Nolan went back home, cooked something for himself, and then returned to the library.

Normally, he would have taken the time to go to the training room, but right now, Nolan felt that wouldn't be the best choice.

He believed his combat skills were enough to pass the exam, but his knowledge was so low that he even doubted he was qualified to be registered for the exam at all.

That was why he just focused on going to class and reading as hard as he could once he came back.

The same thing occurred for the next six days straight, with Nolan never tweaking anything, and simply going according to his rhythm.

His presence in the library was even felt by the librarian, who waved at him every time he entered the library and whenever he exited.

She was of Egyptian descent, looking exactly like Nolan, and she was a lady like Instructor Tiamat.

But Nolan was shocked by the amount of information she had in her head.

She sometimes drilled him with questions after she asked what he read for the day, and it wasn't every question that Nolan could answer, even with his wild intelligence stats.

She gave him some explanations as he helped her every night to her home, helping her carry her extra bags.

He didn't find it bothersome since the direction of her house was on the same path as his, and also he got to have a person willing to test his knowledge of various information that he learned.

So he didn't think he was starting to enslave himself, and soon the last day came, and tomorrow was the day when the exam would begin.

Nolan slept soundly enough, giving himself time to reach a cooling point, and then his eyebrows quivered upon seeing the sun's rays of light illuminate his face.

[It's time!]