Amon, The Legendary Overlord
chapter-109-30041322

The teacher led the way and the students cautiously followed behind.

Before long, they arrived in front of the rooms where the boys were assigned.

Stopping and looking at them, the teacher said, "Assigned rooms are on your records. Just open the university app and see, it's like this..."

The teacher gave a brief demonstration of how to do it.

It was very easy. In a short time, everyone knew which room they were going to stay in.

Amon went to Room 66. The password was set. After entering the password the door unlocked.

The locked space was dimly lit, but the thick steel-reinforced door gave everyone a sense of security.

Though curious as to why security was so high, he didn't give it much thought.

There were two bunk beds in the room. Amon chose the top, next to an armored glass window with bars on the outside, the gaps were almost so thin, they looked like bars on a chain...

On the side of the bunk. There was a numbered closet, taking the 66, he kept some clothes he brought with him.

*Open!*

"Oh, are you the first to arrive?" Someone came in.

He was a young man between 18 and 20 years old, with obsidian black hair and black eyes. Approximately 180 cm tall.

Behind him were two other boys, one thinner with light brown hair and brown eyes, and the other more muscular with blond hair and blue eyes, full of arrogance as he looked at Amon.

"I want that bed over there, get out!" He didn't even bother to say hello and started to fight. His voice was full of order as if Amon had no choice but to give in.

"Felipe, behave yourself." The skinny boy said in a soft tone. If I didn't see it in person, I'd think it was a girl talking trying to persuade her boyfriend.

The muscular boy, named Felipe, shivered all over, 'Damn if I were a little stronger, this... Ismael wouldn't dare talk to me in that tone of voice...!', but he didn't say what he was thinking, he just kept looking in Amon's direction, even more, arrogant than before, his chin in the air.

The air around them suddenly became tense. Amon's cold eyes fixed on Felipe.

"Hmm? Why was it so cold all of a sudden?" Junior, the boy who arrived first and spoke to Amon, muttered uncertainly.

Ishmael became serious. His gaze changed from playful to a totally different look. Even the air around him changed. 'This boy is dangerous!' His instincts never failed. He thought of warning Felipe... 'Forget it, fool as he is, I'm sure he won't listen to me.'

Shaking his head, he thought about lighting a candle for Felipe.

"Are you trying to get in trouble with me?" Amon asked nonchalantly in his cold voice. His gaze narrowed as he put his hands in his pockets.

The air he now gave off was that of a bandit from head to toe. It felt like they were facing a mafia boss. His aura itself conveyed danger on all sides.

Although he didn't necessarily want to get into trouble, Amon wasn't just going to let this boy treat him like that.

When he saw that the boy was running towards him with the intention of punching him for the posture, 'So troublesome.' Amon sneered as he took one of his hands from his pocket and held it out.

*Beng!*

Felipe's little punch in Amon's hand had a dry impact.

Amon's face remained unchanged as he blocked the punch, then he closed his hand tightly.

"Ahhh, wretch! Let go, let go of me!" Feeling a strong grip, Felipe could swear he felt the bones in his hand crack. "Fuck, how can you be stronger than me? Where are you from... Urgh, drawing so much strength?"

It was too unreal for him, as much as Amon in front of him didn't look weak, he didn't necessarily look strong, he was more or less muscular, but not as blatant as him, initially, he thought he wouldn't lose in terms of physical strength that he was so passionate about. pride, but that pride was shattered into crumbs with a simple squeeze from Amon.

"Why?" Amon asked in an icy tone.

"Oh?" Confused and in pain, Felipe opened his mouth wide as if Amon's reaction was something he never would have expected. "Me, me..."

He stuttered, but couldn't think of a rational reason to make Amon let go of his hand. In the end, he started to exercise his genes, so the hand that was being shaken started to circulate water genes.

"Don't force me!" Felipe said in a menacing tone. He was already seething with rage at losing strength against Amon, if this continued, his pride would be shattered and trampled underfoot. He wouldn't allow it.

"Are you going to use your powers?" Amon didn't feel threatened, in fact, it even looked like he was waiting for it to happen.

"Philip!" Ishmael who was silent shouted. His tone was no longer effeminate, it was even thicker than Felipe's and much more authoritative: "Don't forget that fighting using genes outside of a formal duel, you'll be breaking the university's rules and you'll be penalized."

"..."

When he heard that, even though Felipe is arrogant, he didn't want that to happen. With great difficulty, he managed to free himself, still in pain, but he tried to hide it so as not to look weak, and said in a tone not so arrogant as before: "You're lucky, thanks to the rules, you've saved yourself from getting beaten up now!"

"My God...!" Junior couldn't take how badass Felipe was anymore. He just wouldn't give up and to maintain his idiotic dignity, he was talking shit. Placing his hand on his forehead, he shook his head as he sighed.

'This idiot.' Ishmael couldn't take it anymore either. Right now, he felt that if Felipe made use of genetics, he would be defeated before he even knew how it happened. That was at best.

This was just a superficial assessment, he didn't see Amon's real power, however, what little he saw was enough to understand that Felipe had the slightest chance against Amon.

"Just stay on your own," Amon said nonchalantly. Going to the bed, he sat down naturally, it was like an Emperor sitting on the throne while his subjects stood.

For some strange reason, Junior, Ismael, and especially Felipe felt it. Felipe didn't like that at all, the feeling of inferiority drove him crazy!