"If you kill, be ready to be killed, if you steal, be ready to be stolen from, what you give out you will receive and that is not even the end of it, karma always finds a way to give you more than what you gave out, hence the dog shit, " Peter said, still laughing.
"Just know you're fucked because when someone allows themselves to be used by karma to punish another, they too will be punished or blessed for that punishment or blessing that they gave out, and at times this gives birth to a vicious cycle. It's like the universe just chooses to fuck with us, " Orson said.
'Well, at least that's what I read in a light novel back in my former world, ' he thought
"Woah, since when did you study Leonard's Laws of Karma? " Peter asked.
'Leonard's laws of what? Never heard of it, ' Orson thought.
"Oh, I didn't even know what I was reading then, I just saw some paragraphs on a piece of paper in a heap of garbage and came across it, " Orson lied.
"It's good you read that. I don't know if there was more information on that piece of paper, but another part of the Principle talks about the ways that karma can be subverted.
Well, no one can escape karma per se, but how do I put this? Ok, for example, I was just teaching you a valuable lesson on karma, and so, I will be rewarded for that. Hehehe!" Peter snickered before adding, "And don't think about revenge, 'cause that's not even revenge; you're just repaying my good with bad. "
'Bullshit! I'm definitely getting my revenge, but for now, let's just flow, ' Orson thought.
"Okay okay, it's okay, I understand. Good morning, Father, and thank you for the valuable lesson. I won't attempt to fight anyone outside my league again, and if I am to fight someone, I'll make sure that I've studied them to the core, and know every single thing about them, " Orson said.
"Alright, that's that. After escorting you to the academy, I'll be going back home to bling town, " Peter said.
"I wonder why it's called bling town when it's filled with junk, " Orson said.
"It's precisely because of that junk that it's called bling town. For poor artificers like us, it's basically heaven. The amount of valuables in those heaps of trash is God-sent. Ok, you're getting late, seems you're planning on getting a bad rep on your first day, " Peter said.
"And whose fault is that. Who the hell knocked me off. I haven't even gone through the school rules, my lecture timetable, etc, " Orson said, rolling his eyes.
"Sigh, just get going, "
A few moments later, Orson was standing in a lecture room beside an aged man with more greys than color on his hair and he was undergoing what seemed to be hardcore berating.
"I see now they allow all trash to come here. What do you think we do here young man? No one comes late to my class. Only fools are late. Imagine going to a kingdom assembly when the king is already seated. Isn't that utter disrespect, foolishness, and madness?
Doesn't that call for beheading... "
This went on for five minutes leaving Orson wondering if this lecturer was the god of belittling and insults. Like, other academics strived for knowledge to better the lives of the members of society, but this man was extensively pursuing the dao of insults.
As for the students in the lecture room, they did what any other normal student anywhere would do: laugh, although it wasn't out loud but just a snicker here and there.
Orson just stood looking lost until he heard the words, "Go and take a seat, " to which he thanked the lecturer, who turned out to be a professor, apologized to him and the classroom for coming late, and then went ahead to look for a place to sit.
"Oh, I see you have good manners, young man. There is still hope for you yet, " The professor said.
In the process of going to take a sit, he saw an empty spot beside someone who he could say they were acquainted, Penelope.
Without wasting time he walked right up to where she was, said "hi", and sat down directly beside her, causing another round of murmurs in the room.
" What is he doing there? "
"You can't blame him, he doesn't know that's Brandon's marked territory, "
"Whether he knows or not, he's in for a world of hurt, I pray Brandon has mercy and leaves him with only a broken arm or so, "
"Filthy peasants, they never know their place, "
"And how do you know his a peasant, so you just see anyone and label them however you want? "
"It's not like that... I mean-"
"Ha! I'm just messing with you, he clearly looks like a pauper, "
"Hehehe! "
"SILENCE!" The professor barked at the students.
"Stupid brats. Have never seen reality for what it is; I feel like spitting on the floor, " He said under his breath.
"For those who just came in now, " The professor said, looking at Orson, "I am Dr. Elias Stone, taking you on Applied Magic Theory, "
Orson heard some of the whispers from the students and could already feel a plot unfolding.
'It's just like in one of those anime I've watched, and did I just hear Dr stone? I wish I could share this with someone,' he thought.
During the lecture, Orson took his time to observe his fellow students. From the way they were seated and their mannerisms, who could already guess who was who?
'Now to pick my target. I can't obviously ask Penelope what's going on as it will surely cause me more problems if I'm seen talking to her any more than I just did, so I need someone who would be easy to approach, can easily be pushed around, and is obviously a nerd. They would easily give me the info I need... Maybe, ' Orson thought.
And so he did. After scanning the lecture room throughout the entire period, he saw a few students who fit the bill.
After the lecture, Orson was nowhere to be seen as he had slipped out the moment the class became rowdy, and that was immediately after the lecture was over.
Pearl Magic Academy, Central Building, East wing hallway, second floor.
Orson was standing in a quiet part of the hallway with another student.