When Victor finally reached King’s Campus, the sun was already up and the school was already bustling. Victor walked through the entrance beneath a banner that read ‘King’s Campus Open House. All Are Welcome!’. Victor finally got a lucky break. Today was the open house of the local school, and the Finder informed him one of his grandchildren studied here.

Like lower campus everywhere, King’s Campus took in children in the primary and secondary school age group. Not only do they teach all the relevant courses of education, the school also train the children in their talents. These are magic, science, martial arts, and of course superpowers.

Victor have mixed feelings about being here. Being in a school again brought back memories, and not all of them were good. All round him, kids were running around, and in many ways, this was where it started for him. The cruel reality of the superhero world was that powers equaled status. Having a superpower, no matter how weak, was a dream everyone possessed. However less than five percent of the world’s population were born with a power. They were the lucky few. They were the ‘Heroes’.

For the remaining ninety-five percentage of the world’s population, they were the mucks of the world. Forever second-class citizens of a world where only some selected men could fly into space and shoot lasers out of their eyes. For some of these people, it was unacceptable. They also wanted to step into the world of the powers, and they did what they could to enter the world. They trained their bodies and minds in anything that could give them an edge over ordinary men and women. This had been the way for centuries and a few succeeded. They were so exceptional in martial arts, magic, or technology that the people and governments had no choice but to give them the title of ‘Heroes’.

Most failed, and Victor was one of these failures. In his youth, he wanted to be a hero. Born without a superpower, he did what everyone else did. He trained. He wasn’t very smart; he had no talent for magic; but he was big, strong, and tough. In school, he enrolled into one of the numerous martial arts clubs and devoted his life to the fighting arts. It was not enough.

There was always someone better. Someone stronger, faster, or more technically sound than him. Every year he applied himself but when he graduated from lower campus, none of the hero academies invited him to enroll as a student. The writing was on the wall. Victor was never going to be a hero. Even though there was no route to his dream, years of practice had given Victor skills. With these skills, he became a villain.

Victor walked through the main administration building and saw the inside of the campus. The campus was spilt in two with the primary and secondary schools on different sides of the campus. According to the report the Finder got him, his grandchild was only eight years old, so Victor headed towards the primary school building. It was a big light-blue five storey building with its own basketball court, and football field. The primary school also had its own carpark. A carpark that had been converted into a staging area for the open house.

As he approached, Victor could see that the children had already prepared for the open house. Stands had been built, and the children were manning them. More than a few adults were around acting as chaperones and Victor didn’t stand out that much. Tattoos didn’t mean much in a world where a man with light blue skin was considered the greatest hero alive. It didn’t take long for Victor to notice how the stands were divided.

Schools operated open houses in a bid to bond with the local communities and as such, the schools always try to showcase their best upfront. The best meant those students with superpowers.

Stalls operated by clubs with super-powered members took prominence with them being front and center. Stalls operated by students with science and magical gifts were at the sides and the martial arts stalls were at the far end. Victor took care to look at all the students while walking around. With so many children around, he could miss his grandchild and that’s the last thing he wanted. It turned out to be a needless worry. One of the kids Victor saw was surrounded by a glowing red outline, and a message visible only to Victor appeared.

Task Complete. Please return to the formation for the reward.

Name: Zachary Woo Liu Yang

Relation: Grandson

Occupation: Student

Power: Magic (Low)

Attribute: None

Recommendation: Zachary’s ability in the magical arts is low and he has no talent in cultivation or science. However, he currently has a strong interest in the study of runecraft. It is the System’s advice that the best route for this descendant is to study the magical art of ‘Enchantment’.

Zachary Woo! That was his name. The task was complete, and Victor knew he should just turn back. He has a death sentence hanging over him and he should just leave and clear the task. He also needed to ask Reunion about this recommendation that popped up. She didn’t say anything about that. He could always come back and see the kid later…if ever! The kid most probably didn’t know Victor was his grandfather. Heck, his mother might not know who he was! It wasn’t not out of the question. Victor should just leave. He knew all that and began walking towards his grandchild anyway.