My Space-Time System

"As for the team with the most points and outstanding performances all through the exercise, I have decided to award them with the points for every beast they had killed." Major Reeves said shocking the other teams.

The school had informed the students that they would gain points from the beasts they killed when the beast tide began. Meaning that since this was training in preparation for the main event they wouldn't be getting any points no matter how many beasts they killed.

So what major Reeves' statement meant was that Blake's team would be getting outrageous exchange points from every exercise they had done. Which included the first exercise where they used the elemental cannon, the 4th exercise where they used the mana cannons, and the final exercise that involved both killing their way through an army of beasts and Tessie killing tens of beasts in the process of defending herself.

The exchange points assigned by the royal family on each tier of beasts were as follows: Magic beasts 250 points, chief tier 500 points, elite 1000 points, knight rank 5000 points, and king tier 50k.

'I am beginning to love major Reeves, no homo.' Brian said in an excited tone.

'Nice!' Castiel couldn't help but smile on hearing the good news.

More points didn't only mean they would be able to purchase more things in the exchange store, but it also meant they would be ranked higher at the end of the semester thus receiving more cultivation resources from the school.

"The total point of all your team throughout the exercise amounts to 122k points. When shared, it is 24k to each member of the team." Major Reeves announced causing the other teams to glare at Blake's team with envy and jealousy in their eyes.

'This just made entering the top 3 way easier.' Brian said with a smirk, but Blake was there to burst his bubble.

'We might have gotten a huge point gap with the teams here, but you have to remember that the other teams at the other parts of the city wall would get a similar boost in points.' Blake continued. 'It means there is no difference between us and the real competition, so try not to lose focus.'

"Now, you might be asking what else are you going to be doing with your time. The answer is very simple, you will begin to patrol the wall every day and use the skills taught to you to deal with the beasts before the main event." Major Reeves said.

"It would be from now on that every beast you kill will award you with points. Dismissed!" With those words said the students immediately returned to their tents to get a well-deserved rest after a tasking day and exercise.

…

That evening at the outskirts of the central region was a brown-haired man who seemed to be in his early 30's alighting from a carriage. The man was dressed in brown cotton pants and a grey cotton shirt under a black coat.

This dressing style was very common among commoners, but what was a bit odd was that a commoner had used a carriage, but it wasn't too much of a strange sight because he could be the servant of a noble that had been sent on an errand.

Ignoring the stares that came his way, the brown-haired man ruffled his hair before entering the pub that was close by.

It was evening when people were to be back from work, but surprisingly it was almost empty.

This was because of the effects of the beast tide on the city's economy. Not only was it not safe for citizens to be out of their houses, but their sources of income were currently shut down, meaning they had little to no money to spend on things like alcohol.

The brown-haired didn't seem to care about this or the emptiness of the pub as he went straight to the bar and placed an order.

"4 pints." The brown-haired man said to the potbelly bartender who had a full brown beard.

"That would be 8 bronze coins." The brown-haired man paid and 4 large pints of foamy bears were placed in front of him.

The brown-haired man didn't waste time to begin gulping down the first pint before moving over to the second.

"Looks like you had a stressful day." The bartender said to the brown-haired man that was continuously gulping the beer without taking a break.

This caused the brown-haired man to look at the bartender with his left eye, but it soon returned to his glass as he kept on drinking until it was empty.

'Guess he isn't in the mood for small talk…' The bartender thought as he watched the man pick up the 3rd glass.

'Although he is quite far from beating john's record of 8 pints in a go, I think we might have a new record.' The bartender thought as he intently watched the brown-haired man pick up the 4th glass and continue to down its content.

Thump!

The brown-haired man dropped the glass and turned to the bartender with a crazed smile on his face. "This is going to be a fun day."

He had no clue why, but the psychotic smile and words of the brown-haired man caused the bartender to involuntarily shiver.

'I guess I was wrong. 4 glasses and he has lost his mind.' The bartender watched as the brown-haired man stood up and began moving towards the entrance of the pub.

'Are my eyes playing tricks on me?' The potbelly bartender had expected the now-drunk man to stagger as he walked out of the pub, but to his surprise, he walked out just as he had walked in.

One of the customers who was at the window side watched as the brown-haired man stood at the entrance for a while before adjusting his cloak and vanishing.

This caused him to look at the half-full glass of beer in his hand with a shocked look, before dropping it and leaving the pub.