Mane looked at Indra with a hint of suspicion in his clear blue eyes. Just a while ago, Indra was arguing that Mane didn’t need to hide his identity as a scholar. This was the first time Mane had witnessed the god going against Ananse’s wishes. Although they had only just met, Mane believed that Indra admired Ananse. So for him to go against her will meant that he was utterly sure of what he was saying.However, after Ananse had refuted his claims that Mane wasn’t really in any danger from the gods, he didn’t argue back. Logically, that would be the next course of argument for anyone who wanted to get their message across. But Mane felt that there was something wrong. His reasoning was simple. When Ananse had denied Indra’s confident claims that Mane wasn’t in any real danger, Indra’s expression had remained the same. However, just a few moments after that, Indra seemed to have suddenly received enl

A letter of recommendation?” Mane repeated Ananse’s words. “Yes. As long as you send a letter of recommendation signed by a god to one of their admission branches in the major worlds, you would gain admission.” Ananse reiterated.Although it sounded simple, Mane knew it wouldn’t be so easy. Well, submitting the letter was definitely easy, but he doubted that would be enough to be admitted to a God Academy. Mane could already picture several individuals trying to sneak into these prestigious academies with forged letters of recommendation.As if she could see the doubt in Mane’s eyes, Ananse decided to elaborate, “They are called letters of recommendation, but they aren’t mere letters. Granted, the letter would indeed be written and sent to the academy, but that isn’t enough. The letters aren’t written by some nobody. They are written by the god or goddess t

King’s Crown Academy“My parents have their own affiliations?” Mane sounded surprised. Since his parents were relatively younger gods who had been birthed by a God Academy, Mane didn’t think that they would be tied to any academy. But he was wrong.“You underestimate the potential the bodies of your parents hold. They are young gods, but that doesn’t mean they are weak.” Ananse explained with a small smile on her face. Ray and Alexis were enigmas even in the god society. Gods like them who grew strong so quickly were rare. Of course when one considered their origins their growth would be understandable, but even then their rate of growth was unprecedented. It had taken the young couple a mere hundred years to grow to their current level, putting them among the top ranks of the god society.

The strange extra dimensional space was filled with only two people now. Mane’s figure was nowhere to be found. In the end the boy was so excited with everything he earned that he had left without finding out what a Supreme was. Ananse’s blurred figure and Indra’s aloof form were all that occupied the place. They stood side by side as they gazed at nothing in particular.“Why do I have to protect the Brute King” after nearly ten minutes, Indra lost his patience? He broke the silence, choosing to ask Ananse the question that had been bothering him. Mane had been cast out of Indra’s realm less than twenty minutes ago. Ananse had finished her business with him. She left the writing of his recommendation letter to his parents. Although they weren’t Stakes for the God King Academy, they were still alumni of the prestigious academy. Their recommendations would be accepted. She also had Indra write a joint

“I said you’re going. And that’s final!” A large middle age man screamed at the well-built young man who stood before him. The young man was a spitting image of the older gentleman, only the middle aged man was taller by a few more inches. They both looked like giants, yet the young man somehow looked smaller. They were both dressed the same way. Both men wore tank tops and army pants with their feet enclosed in combat boots, with their ripped bodies displayed for all to see. Well, only one to see- the only woman in this huge hall. She looked upon the scene with a wry smile. She shook her head in a helpless manner when the young man pleaded with his gaze for help, indicating that there was little she could do.“We are a military race Father. Why do I have to go to school?” he argued. Before he could open his mouth to make any more protests the man he referred to as his father delivered a smack onto his he