The Over-Break System

Headmaster Rivia quickly excused himself and made his way toward the exam room Brance had whisked Cynrik off.

However, when he made his approach, he smiled bitterly since he could already hear the anguished howls from the hallway.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO, DAMN IT!”

“Hey…hey hey hey hey what is that AHHHHH KEEP THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!!!!”

“IF YOU TOUCH ME WITH THAT GOD DAMN DEVICE, I WILL KILL YOU, AND YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING FAMILY *High pitched Screaming* AHHHhhHhHHHHh!”

BANG

“Will you shut the fuck up, Ivar? What the hell was that girly ass scream just now, knock it off and let the Doctor take your damn vitals.

Staring at the closed door with dead eyes, Headmaster Rivia placed his back against the wall and took up the mantel of DoorGuard just in case Cynrik broke through the restraints and made a break for it.

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Inside the exam room, Cynrik was propped back at a 140-degree angle facing the ceiling on the exam table, which had the appearance of an oversized plushy mechanical chair that could fully recline flat to turn into a makeshift bed.

When Cynrik was brought into the room and roughly thrown onto the exam table in a chair-like shape, Brance, under the direction of the Doctor, a 60 to 70-year-old man with salt and pepper hair, restrained his brother to the chair so tightly that he couldn’t move a single inch.

Strangely enough, the leather straps being used as restraints absorbed the bindings created by Headmaster Rivia and began glowing in the same aqua-colored light and soon became just as indestructible as the ones previously binding Cynrik.

From the moment Cynrik laid eyes on the Doctor, he hadn’t stopped screaming and freaking out, thoroughly startling the Doctor, and although he seemed old and experienced, it was the first time he had a student patient reacting in such a fearful manner.

No matter what instrument the Doctor picked up and used on Cynrik, be it a simple thermometer or even the wooden stick used to check the patient’s tonsils, Cynrik would lose his shit.

“C’mon, Doc, how much are they paying you? I’ll double, no TRIPLE IT! Just let me go and give me a clean bill of health. Easy, right hahaahaaa.” Wearing an expression that was a cross between terror and panic, Cynrik nervously laughed while attempting to bribe the Doctor, but it was useless.

“Listen, young man; if you don’t cooperate, there are only two options. Either I have this strapping example of a perfectly fit and healthy young man that, from what I gather, is your younger brother hold you down while I conduct the examination, or I sedate you.

“SEDATE!!! NO NEEDLES, NO FUCKING NEEDLES, YOU BASTARD OLD MAN, OR I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING I WILL *Muffled yelling*.”

Before Cynrik could finish his threats, Brance took a dirty sock from his inventory and shoved it into his older brother’s mouth to shut him up, earning him an angry and betrayed glare from Cynrik.

“Please excuse him, Doctor; as you can tell, my Big Brother is a bit of a wimp in this kind of situation.” Giving the Doctor a bitter smile, Brance reached over and pinched Cynrik’s side hard enough to make him whimper in pain, and if you could see under his t-shirt, a visible bright purple bruise instantly formed.

“Indeed he is; I haven’t seen anyone under the age of seven act this way in my 90 years of practice; it is quite the shock to me. Nonetheless, as long as you can keep him restrained so I can work, we should be able to get everything over with relatively quickly.” While the Doctor spoke, he picked up a handheld scanner device, pressed a few buttons, and moved over to the opposite side of Cynrik from Brance.

Next, he pressed the trigger on the scanner, making it beep twice before he pressed it against Cynrik’s forearm.

When the machine touched his arm, Cynrik froze in place and visibly shivered.

“BEEP BEEP BEEP, Age, 13 years. Body Strength Tier-3, Particle resistance 15g.” A robotic voice played from the machine, and upon hearing the readings received, the Doctor nearly dropped the expensive scanner device.

“Tier-3 and 15gs… at 13 years of age…astounding; how in the world do you two train?” The Doctor asked with a shocked expression painting his wrinkled face.

Brance didn’t answer but gave a mysterious smile instead, and upon seeing that he wasn’t going to answer the question, the Doctor changed the settings on the scanner, lifted up Cynrik’s shirt, and placed it against his chest as if it was a gun before pressing the trigger again.

Unlike with his arm, Cynrik didn’t sit still and instantly began fighting against the constraints when his shirt was lifted, earning him a swift bop on the head from Brance.

“BEEP BEEP BEEP, Abnormal reading from patient Codex, ERROR ERROR!!!”

Before the device could continue with its scan, it suddenly powered down and began smoking.

“Huh?” Confused by the reaction from the scanner, the Doctor smacked it a couple of times before walking back over to his instrument cabinet and finding a larger scanning device.

“That was quite unexpected; the machine is rated up to Tier-2 stage 3….” The more the Doctor thought about what just happened, the more shocked he became as he whipped his head back over to Brance and Cynrik.

“You…young man, is your Brother’s Codex beyond Tier-2 already?”

“Yes, sir…” Knowing that the information was bound to come out the longer the examination continued, Brance answered honestly.

“I see; so long as it isn’t above Tier-3, I should be able to get a proper reading from with this machine.”

“MMMM, MMMMMMM, MMMM.” However, Cynrik wasn’t quiet. With Brance leaking his info to the Doctor so quickly, he couldn’t just sit by.

With a mixture of anger and fear, Cynrik began channeling Mana into his arms and legs in large amounts.

In his mind, this was a stranger; even if the old man was a well-established medical professional personally picked and trusted by the Headmaster, that wasn’t good enough for Cynrik, so he decided to fight back for real.

Using Fire Mana, Cynrik instantly destroyed the dirty sock in his mouth, and the muscles and veins on his body bulged with effort as he used every ounce of his power to try to break free of his constraints.

“That’s enough; if you think I will sit here and let you….”

BAM

Before he could finish speaking, Brance close-lined Cynrik’s chest with his forearm, knocking the wind out of his older brother and forcing him to lie limply on the exam table.

[Knock it off; I know you hate this kind of thing, but there is no point in struggling. Headmaster Rivia needs accurate measurements. It is standard procedure, and other than you, me, the Doctor, and Headmaster Rivia, there is no one else who will know about this information. Hell Headmaster Rivia even forced the Doctor into a Soul Contract, and if he even thinks about breaking it, the Doctor is instantly killed.]

[He needs your data verified before allowing you to enter the competition since we need to prove we are well on our way to Tier-3 and that our bodies and strength are stable enough to compete. THESE ARE YOUR WORDS CYN, NOT MINE!]

Grumbling as he held down Cynrik forcefully, Brance scolded his brother as the Doctor got back into position and scanned Cynrik’s body with the more powerful device.

“BEEP BEEP BEEP. Mana Codex and Circuits Strength Tier-3, Stage 6. Mana Codex Growth in the top 0.1%. Determining Affinities, Four Affinities Discovered, Dark, Fire, Lightning, and Wind.”

When the results were read aloud by the scanner, the Doctor’s face paled as he began mumbling under his breath.

“Fffour Affinities, Tier-3 Stage Six…and a ridiculously high Growth Rate.” With shaky hands, the Doctor stumbled back to his instrument cabinet, placed the scanner back into its housing, and walked over to the door.

With three knocks on the door from the Doctor, Headmaster Rivia instantly appeared in the room.

“What’s the problem? Is Student Ivar not allowing you to complete your tests?” Glancing from the visibly shaken Doctor to Cynrik and Brance, Headmaster Rivia frowned.

“Nnno, Sir…in fact, I have all the necessary results, but they are so abnormal I needed to report them to you with haste.” Tapping on his Watcet, the sound of a printer whirling up broke the deafening silence of the exam room as soon a sheet of paper with all Cynrik’s data was spat out, and with a flick of the Headmaster’s wrist, it flew to his hand.

Creasing his brow and reading through the incredulous results, Headmaster Rivia wasn’t fully caught off guard. He had already seen the full extent of MyrkLys’s fighting ability in the Obelisk, but to see the results from Cynrik’s medical exam startled him slightly.

The paper laid out an incredible amount of data; everything was neatly organized and closely resembled what Cynrik saw on his Status Profile.

: Body Strength – Tier-3 :

: Particle Resistance – 15g :

: Mana Codex – Tier-3

: Mana Circuits – Tier-3, Merged with Circulatory System :

: Mana Codex Growth – Top 0.1% :

: Mana Codex Size – 9 Cm by 8.5 Cm, by 8.5 Cm. (3.54 Inches by 3.34 inches by 3.34 inches.) :

: Affinity Count – 4 :

: Affinity Information :

:(SAG)Dark-Tier-3 (Master):

:(AG) Fire-Tier-3 (Master):

:(SAG) Lightning-Tier-2.5 (Expert):

:(BG) Wind-Tier-3 (Expert):

: Stat Composition Based on Average Peak Tier-2 Standards :

: Strength-:  SS+:

: Dexterity- SSS+ :

: Agility- SSS+ :

: Intelligence- SSS :

: Vitality- SS+ :

: Mind- SSS :

: Overall Analysis, Based on the readings received, the patient is considered an SSS+ to EX ranked individual in Tier-2. The patient is perfectly healthy and can move forward with their Tier-3 Evolution. The chances of proper completion of evolution are 125%. It is not predicted that there will be any adverse effects if the patient undergoes the proper evolution procedure. :

Headmaster Rivia’s hands began shaking as he held the paper and read through its contents. Having been watching Cynrik during his stay at the Academy, Headmaster Rivia was aware of how ridiculously strong the boy was for his Tier and age. However, even with that thought rattling around in his mind, it was an entirely different case to have his information printed for his eyes to read.

“Are you sure about this information, Doctor?” Knowing the implications of this information being leaked, Headmaster Rivia pressed the Doctor for confirmation.

“Yes, Headmaster, I have run all the necessary tests and procedures, and those results are one hundred percent accurate.” Nodding his head and giving his assurance, the Doctor felt his pulse rapidly increase while he made eye contact with Headmaster Rivia.

“I see, alright. I don’t have to explain that everything you have learned and will learn with the other Faction members is confidential. Aside from the individuals involved, the only third party besides yourself who can know about this knowledge is me. Do not forget about the Soul Contract.” Nodding his head, Headmaster Rivia turned and met Cynrik’s fierce gaze.

“You are done with your Exam Student Ivar, and it is your brother’s turn. You will not be allowed to leave this facility until everyone’s checkups are completed, do you understand?” Snapping his fingers and withdrawing his Affinity Skill, Headmaster Rivia spun on his heel and left the room before he could hear any complaints from Cynrik.