Sorry for late update would fix that tomorrow to our normal 10 or 9 time anyway I'm writing this to inform you that well soel of the character are going to be pure evil some would have a change of heart some would know how to control it like Ava some would be pure evil some would change some would not smoke scene would be disturbing or gore or whatever so you have been warned good day
"The fourth group is the Elite Group."
The student council president tapped the podium, and the holographic display changed again.
"As the name already gives away, you can probably guess what they do. But you may still be wondering what makes this group so special."He leaned against the podium, looking almost bored.
"Well, the Elite Group is basically a gateway to the outside world."
The hologram displayed images of luxury events, private clubs, exclusive restaurants, high-end resorts, prestigious gatherings, and crowded social events where only selected guests were allowed entry.
"Being a member means having privileges. Access to social events, high-end establishments, exclusive parties, private gatherings, connections, introductions, invitations…"
He waved his hand.
"You get the idea."
A few students nodded knowingly.
"Of course, having the right connections helps."The hologram displayed Luna's profile."The current president of the Elite Group is Luna, the spoiled princess of the Kaid family—one of the top prestigious families."
Luna casually waved from her seat.
The president continued.
"And naturally, she doesn't stand alone. The group also has the backing of her friends."
The display shifted.
"Jordan Fox, from one of the Hidden Great Families, whose influence can rival that of a Gray Family while also possessing the power and connections of the prestigious families."
Jordan raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Then we have the backing of two Gray Families—the Quinn and Nyx families—and another prestigious family, the Aldens."
The hologram displayed the names one after another.
"So if you're wondering why the Elite Group has access to places and events most students can only hear about…"
He spread his hands.
"That should answer your question."
Several students murmured among themselves.
"Now, you all know the five social rankings, right?"
The hologram changed into a large five-tiered pyramid.
"At the very top are the Gray Families, followed by the Prestigious Families, and then the Elite."
He pointed toward the first three levels.
"These three are considered the real nobility of our society."
His tone was almost dismissive as he continued down the pyramid.
"The remaining two are classified as the Upper Class and the Commoner Class."
The fourth level appeared.
"The Upper Class includes the new rich, ridiculously wealthy individuals, major figures from different industries, powerful political families, and people who have managed to build enormous wealth or influence."He shrugged."They may be extremely rich. They may have businesses worth billions. They may have political connections or influence over entire industries."
He paused.
"But they aren't our standard."
A few students exchanged amused looks.
"The fifth ranking consists of the Commoners. To many of them, the Upper Class is already the height of wealth and power."
He tapped the hologram again.
"But that isn't how we classify ourselves."
The display suddenly changed, revealing several unfamiliar family symbols and ancient-looking crests.
"And don't forget the Hidden Families."
The president's expression became slightly more serious.
"These are families that have existed for generations, sometimes divided into different clans and branches. Then we have the old-money wealth and organizations. Some have influence that isn't publicly known. Some don't even bother appearing on ordinary social rankings."
He looked around the hall.
"That is why we distinguish ourselves from people who reach the gray or prestigious or elite levels simply by achieving great heights by themselves."
He gave a small, bored shrug.
"Someone can build a billion-dollar company from nothing and become extremely powerful. Impressive, sure."
He tapped the first three levels of the pyramid.
"But that doesn't erase generations of bloodlines, connections, organizations, inherited influence, and family power."
He stepped back from the hologram.
"So when you hear someone being called Gray, Prestigious, Elite, Upper Class, Commoner, or Hidden Family, understand that those titles aren't simply about how much money they have in their bank account."
He glanced toward Luna.
"They represent where that person stands in the larger social structure."
Then he sighed.
"Anyway, that's enough sociology for one morning."
The hologram faded slightly.
"Let's move on to the fifth group."
"The fifth group is the Star Group."
The student council president tapped the podium, and the hologram changed once again. This time, images of celebrities, athletes, performers, influencers, red carpets, stadiums, film sets, and entertainment events filled the display.
"You know, some of us actually want to become celebrities. Or sports celebrities."
He shrugged.
"The school doesn't mind. As long as you don't start failing your classes because you're busy chasing fame."
A few students laughed.
"Some people want to do it seriously and turn it into a career. Some want to become famous because they genuinely enjoy the attention. And honestly, who doesn't like fame?"
He paused.
"Others want to enter the entertainment or sports industry because they don't want to inherit their family's business."
The hologram displayed several different career paths.
"Maybe they want another occupation. Maybe they want to build something of their own. Maybe they simply don't want to fight their siblings over who gets control of the family business in the future."
He waved his hand.
"Whatever the reason, the school doesn't care as long as your grades don't suffer."
He suddenly stopped and frowned.
"Anyway, I'm drifting from the topic."
The hologram returned to the Star Group emblem.
"Back to the point."
His voice became more matter-of-fact.
"The Star Group is basically for the fame-obsessed."
Several students laughed again.
"If you're already popular inside or outside the school, this group is for you. If you're completely unknown and have absolutely no popularity, don't embarrass yourself by applying."
He looked at the students with a bored expression.
"So, what does the Star Group actually do?"
The hologram displayed exclusive entertainment events and celebrity opportunities.
"As I said, it's built around celebrity life. Members get access to entertainment-industry connections, events, publicity opportunities, and various entertainment resources."
The display changed to a map of Averis Nation.
"You can also get opportunities to travel to Averis—the land of entertainment—and gain exposure to their entertainment industry."
More images appeared: recording studios, movie sets, concerts, sports arenas, fashion events, and livestream platforms.
"Free publicity, entertainment events, industry connections, opportunities to build your name, and access to things that would normally take years to obtain."
He shrugged.
"Basically, if your dream is to become famous, the Star Group makes the path easier."
He looked toward the students.
"But remember, fame isn't the same thing as talent."
He tapped the podium.
"You still have to prove you deserve the attention."
Then he moved on.
"That's the fifth group The sixth group is the Adventure Group."
The student council president barely paused before the hologram changed again.
"This one is for the people who like taking life by the throat."
Images of mountain ranges, deep oceans, deserts, skydiving platforms, racing tracks, exotic islands, and extreme sports flashed across the display.
"They travel to different vacation destinations, try extreme sports, visit dangerous or unusual places, participate in extreme activities, and basically look for anything that can give them a story worth telling."
A few students laughed.
"Some of them do it to discover new things. Some do it because they're bored. Some want to document their experiences and eventually turn them into books, documentaries, or whatever else they can come up with."
He shrugged.
"And sometimes, because of their family names and connections, they end up getting involved in certain cases or situations that ordinary people would stay far away from."
The hologram briefly displayed investigations, archaeological sites, expeditions, and other unusual activities.
"They call it learning."
He gave a dry look.
"I call it finding excuses to put themselves in trouble."
The students laughed again.
"But if that's your idea of fun, the Adventure Group is where you belong."
He tapped the podium.
"Now, the seventh group is the Extra Group."
The hologram changed to images of students hanging out together, shopping, playing games, visiting restaurants, organizing small outings, and simply enjoying themselves This one is much more relaxed."
He spread his hands.
"They hang out. Make plans. Go places together. Try random activities. Organize little events. Eat, play, shop, travel, gossip, and basically do whatever they feel like doing."
He shrugged.
"There isn't some grand purpose behind it. Not every student wants to chase fame, build connections, join extreme adventures, or prove how important their family is."
A few students nodded in agreement.
"Some people just want to have fun with their friends."
He looked at the hologram before turning back toward the students.
"So if you're not interested in all the complicated stuff and just want a group where you can relax and enjoy yourselves, the Extra Group is probably the one for you."
He tapped the podium again.
"That's seven."
He glanced at the remaining group information.
"Now, let's move on The eighth group is the Activity Group."
The student council president continued speaking in his usual calm tone as the hologram changed again.
"This group is basically responsible for connecting the other student groups together. They organize events where everyone can come together, socialize, and have fun."
Images of school festivals, themed parties, outdoor gatherings, competitions, games, and large social events appeared across the hologram.
"They host parties both inside and outside the school. Theme events, games, social gatherings, group activities—you name it."
He casually glanced at the requirements displayed beside the emblem Of course, there are requirements."
He began counting them off.
"You need money. You need popularity. You need connections. And you need enough social status to actually make those events worth attending."
He shrugged.
"Basically, if you can't get people to show up, what's the point of being in the Activity Group?"
He tapped the podium.
"Now, the ninth group."
The hologram changed.
"The Rebel Group."
The student council president said the name almost reluctantly before giving a half glance toward the front of the hall.
Adrian was sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, casually scrolling through his phone while sipping fruit juice.
His expression was filled with pure boredom.
On his right sat Paul, Solomon, and Prince.
On his left were King, Drake, and Sam.
The group looked completely relaxed, each of them wearing the kind of charming smile that made it obvious they were practically daring the student council president to say anything bad about them.
The president looked back at the hologram.
"The Rebel Group is…"
A girl somewhere among the students suddenly scoffed.
"The hell? A Rebel Group? Is someone trying to act like a thug here? Who even allowed something this childish? If they can allow groups like that, how can they deny my group?"
Her voice had been louder than she intended.
The entire hall was quiet enough that everyone heard her.
Aiden slowly lifted his eyes from his phone.
"Oh," Sam said with amusement, glancing toward him. "Someone dislikes the group you made Aiden."
Drake lazily took another sip of his drink.
"What happened to the last person who gave an opinion like this?"
He pretended to think.
"Expelled? Bullied by other students? Their family suddenly facing bankruptcy?"
He shrugged.
"Or did they just disappear from the world? I forgot."
The girl's expression darkened.
"You! Who are you threatening? Do you think I'm scared?"
She stood up, crossing her arms and raising her chin.
"What can an adopted son even do to me? My family is part of a Gray Family!"
A faint silence fell over the hall.
A boy near the back leaned toward his friend.
"New students always come with a strange bravery package. Who even gave her that much courage?"
His friend lowered her voice.
"Even if someone gave her courage, she clearly swallowed the whole package without knowing what it was."
She glanced toward the front.
"Doesn't she know the people you don't mess with in this school are Ava, Aiden, Sophia, Rick, Jake, and Lora?"
Aiden slowly turned off his phone.
The screen went black beneath his thumb.
"Adopted son?" he repeated, an amused smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
The girl who had been standing so confidently a moment ago stiffened.
Aiden slipped his phone into his pocket and leaned back slightly before standing.
"I was bored anyway," he said casually. "So you better entertain me about my boredom."
The moment he rose from his seat, the atmosphere in the hall changed.
The students closest to him instinctively shifted aside, creating a clear path.
Aiden three companions on his right—Paul, Solomon, and Prince—exchanged knowing glances before getting to their feet. King, Drake, and Sam followed a second later.
The chairs scraped softly against the floor.
The girl took one step backward.
"What are you—"
Before she could finish, two of Adrian's lackeys moved from behind the row of seats where they had been sitting.
They approached from either side, blocking her escape.
Her confident expression finally cracked.
"Wait…"
One grabbed her arm while the other caught her by the other side.
"Let go of me!"
She jerked violently, trying to pull herself free.
The sudden movement caused several students to flinch. A few girls covered their mouths, while some boys lowered their eyes, suddenly fascinated by their desks.
Nobody moved toward her.
Nobody wanted to become involved.
The girl twisted around desperately.
"You can't do this! Let me go!"
Her shoes scraped against the polished floor as the two men dragged her toward the hall entrance.
She dug her heels into the floor, but it did little to slow them down.
"Someone help me!"
Her voice echoed through the enormous hall.
Still, no one moved.
Some students looked uncomfortable.
Others simply watched in silence, curiosity winning over sympathy.
A few whispers slipped through the crowd.
"She's actually getting dragged out…"
"Didn't she just threaten Aiden?"
"She's finished."
"Shh. Do you want them to hear you too?"
Aiden didn't even look back.
He simply slipped his hands into his pockets and started walking toward the exit at an unhurried pace.
"Aiden…" Sophia called softly.
She had remained seated, her eyes following him with a calm cool expression.
Adrian stopped for half a second and turned his head.
"Don't worry your head about it."
His tone was almost reassuring.
Then he continued walking.
His friends followed behind him, leaving the hall with the same casualness they had entered with.
The doors closed behind them.
Silence descended.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Jane finally broke the silence.
"Damn. That guy is crazy."
Jordan glanced toward the closed doors.
"Reminds me of Ava."
Ava, who had been watching the entire thing with her chin resting against her hand, immediately straightened.
"Nope."
She ran a hand through her hair.
"I know I'm crazy, but I'm smart about it."
A few students turned toward her.
"He's more of a Luis type of crazy. The type that gets excited when he sees a new toy."
Ava's fingers slid through her hair as she continued casually.
"Luis likes to play with his toys slowly, acting like an angel while destroying them."
She paused, seemingly considering the difference.
"And Aiden is the type to make his toy crawl back to him even after they see the hell he's capable of."
Several students exchanged looks.
"He's the type to make someone bleed, then treat them just to see how long it takes before they bleed again."
Ava shrugged.
"I'm more of the 'have fun with the toy, dump them, then finish them when they come back for a second chance' type."
She gave a satisfied little smile.
"I'm sophisticated, you know."
Luna stared at her for a moment before shrugging.
"All I hear is psycho, psycho, psycho. All of you."
A few students snickered.
The student council president cleared his throat.
The sound echoed awkwardly through the suddenly subdued hall.
"Anyway…"
His voice came out slightly tighter than before.
He adjusted his posture behind the podium, but one of his legs was visibly shaking.
The two lackeys who had remained behind were still standing near the side of the hall, watching him.
The president noticed them.
His throat bobbed.
"So, as I was saying…"
He forced himself to look back toward the students.
"The Rebel Group is not like how you think it is."
His gaze briefly flickered toward the exit before returning to the hologram.
"It is basically all the groups joined into one. The privileges you will get are pretty amazing, and it is also a sign of good connections."
He paused.
"They just follow a strict ranking system."
The two remaining lackeys continued watching him.
The president cleared his throat again.
"And he wasn't lying about that."
He quickly moved on.
"As for the tenth group…"
The hologram changed.
"It is simply a group for those who love games."
He exhaled quietly, as though eager to finish the assembly.
"So, that would be it. You have the morning and afternoon to join a group."
He glanced around the hall.
"You have the evening for studying."
He tapped the podium once.
"That would be all."