Markets and Multiverses (A Serial Transmigration LitRPG) Chapter 230: School

As we walked towards school, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of anticipation. In our first and second lives, the education systems had revolved around apprenticeships. There hadn't been large schools where everyone learned in the sa classroom. I wasn't sure if I would et any new friends, but last ti, we had t Anise. If we got lucky, we might find soone else who was likely to join the Market.

As I stewed in my thoughts, we finally arrived. At the gate of the school, I saw two guards checking each student's papers before they passed through. I noticed that the guards didn't have guns, but they were very muscular. Their hands were also made of tal. Getting punched by them would hurt a lot.

They're probably trained in hand to hand combat, I mused to myself as we walked up to them. I pulled out my school papers and handed it to the nearest guard.

He examined them, before cross referencing them with a list of nas.

“Little Miria? Yup, there you are,” he said, making a check mark on his clipboard. “Do you know where to go?”

I shook my head. "I don't," I said.

“Well, in that case, head to the auditorium. Walk through the main entrance, take the first right, and walk in a straight line. It’s the big set of doors at the end of the hallway. Can’t miss ‘em. Today is orientation and class introductions,” said the guard. “So teachers also like to do a bit of actual teaching on the first day. Good luck!” He gave a cheerful wink.

“Thank you!” I said. The guard waved through the gate. I waited on the other side for Felix and Anise to catch up before we proceeded.

As we walked through the hallways, I peeked at our surroundings with my spatial sight.

I could see that the school was very well-built. The paint on the walls was new, the wall materials were all imported wood from the colonies, and the classrooms were richly decorated.

I also saw a teacher in one of the classrooms using an ability to levitate decorations and books around. I blinked in surprise.

According to Old Mo, even Verne, the industrial powerhouse of the continent, only produced a few thousand ability potions per year. Smaller and less industrialized countries, like Damilius, produced less than that. Damilius produced less than a thousand ability potions a year. There were probably less than thirty thousand ability users in Damilius. For one of them to be teaching in a school seed extravagant.

I smiled.

I said.

said Sallia, who sounded as if she was trying to stifle a ntal yawn.

I winced.

It would have been even nicer if Sallia could attend school with us, but…

That wasn’t possible.

Next ti, I promised myself. Once we got stronger, it would be harder for one of us to die early on in a life. Next ti we had a reason to go to school, Sallia would be with us. Then she wouldn't have to watch through the bracelets. She would be able to see everything with her own eyes.