( At the university enrollment office )
Max waited in line behind Asiva as he waited for his turn to apply to the glorious ' Grand University For Nourishment Of Young Talents ' and be enrolled as a fresher.
In theory the university offered a two year course to the students, but since the fees was set at a whopping high of 1 million gold coins a year, 95% students opted to complete the two year course within a single year and graduate as fast as possible.
This made the University life of students very hard and competitive as they only had one chance to shine and learn while being inside.
While Asiva wore a sleeveless white top and fashionable leather pants, Max was covered from head to toe in black robes lined with silver buttons as not a single inch of his skin was left exposed.
He covered his hands with gloves and his face with a concealer mask as the only discernible features that were visible about him were his blood red eyes and his black hair.
The whole enrolment procedure was basically a sham, everyone who was able to pay the fees and did not belong to the dark faction was allowed to enrol.
Max, who had received 3 million gold from the Saint Maximus Clan was currently swimming in money as he had a million saved from himself bringing his total wealth to a whopping 4 million coins.
This ensured that his life would be smooth in the university for at least a while, with him not having to live like a brokie.
Soon, it was Asiva's turn to enrol as she stood up from beside Max and went in to apply.
" All the best " said Max, trying to sound supportive, however Asiva only turned and frowned at Max before walking into the office.
' Nice moves, SIMP ' Grandpa Drax teased as Max shook his head and replied ' I don't understand what that woman's problem is. Why would she not talk to me properly? '
' Maybe it's because you have no charisma and charm ' Drax said as Max immediately disagreed
' I'm 6 foot 3, built like Hercules, skin tone fair like white chocolate, what's there not to like about me ? '. Max replied clearly overestimating his own good looks.
Drax was silent for a while, but then said ' Maybe your eyes give her the creeps '.
Max wanted to retort but in the end he swallowed his words, his eyes were kind of creepy. It definitely made him look threatening and unfriendly.
' Talking about creeps, look at that creep sweeper, he is a goddamn tier 4 vampire scientist, stronger than most teachers out here but he is picking up trash and mopping the floors, ridiculous! '. Drax said, talking about Severus.
Severus was one cartoon that Drax could not make sense of, the guy was just too unpredictable.
Max looked at the smiling Severus, as he politely bowed to every passerby and mopped the university floors, looking no stronger than tier 0.
What Max could not understand was why was someone as strong as him into doing such menial tasks, but he did not think too much about it, thinking that it must be his passion.
Max did not understand one critical component about Severus Saint Maximus, which was his bloodline ability, it was because he did not inherit the bloodline ability of the Saint Maximus clan like he inherited the one of the nightblades.
The ability of the Saint Maximus Clan was superhuman hearing and lie detection. This ability made them excellent gatherers of information, however to utilise it to full extent they needed to gain access to all corners of the society.
Although the Saint Maximus were a clan of sweepers and cleaners, they were still ranked 7th strongest because of this bloodline ability as the Saint Maximus were also the information gatherers and the eyes and ears of the King Regus Aurelius.
Even now, while sweeping, Severus was hearing every whisper, every conversation being spoken even 500 metres away, gaining insights into the affairs of the various clans by the chatterbots like scions studying in the academy.
Some information was useful, some was garbage but everything was being heard and recorded by Severus, to be compiled into a report and sent back to the clan for filing.
The Saint Maximus were not sweepers by hobby, they were sweepers to gain access to all corners of the universe and become the masters of information.
The also had an added benefit to discern truth from lies, which meant that they never worked in half-baked rumors and false information. Making all their reports accurate and true, giving them an edge over all other information gathering agents.
For this very reason, the Saint Maximus Clan was a very wealthy clan and could afford to fund crazy experiments in secret because they got billions in revenue from hush money and information sales every month.
Max was unlucky to not have inherited such an important bloodline trait.
Soon, it was Max's turn to enter the office as he took a deep breath and entered.
Three middle-aged men who had a scholarly aura themselves sat across the table as they asked Max some simple questions like his ' Name ' , ' Race ' , ' Sponsor ' etc.
Surprisingly they were not one bit shocked at Max wearing a concealer mask, as they simply did not seem to care for it.
Filling his name as Ravan and race as Modern Vampire, Max ticked the self sponsored option to complete his admission form.
Max paid the fees for year one and his application was stamped by all three professors. As he was given a dorm token and a handful of books and told to get moving in order to catch the last shuttle leaving for the university dorms.
Max stored the luggage in his inventory and headed out towards the shuttle area only to find Asiva waiting for him in the corner.
Max smiled at her, but she did not respond, she only boarded the seat next to him and crossed her arms as the shuttle departed for the dorms.
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/// A/N - This bonus chapter is part of the special event and is sponsored by Antton_Karttunen.
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