God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

A loud gasp tore through the unsettling darkness as crimson and astral blue eyes snapped open, followed by a loud exhale.

BAAADUUUMP

BAAADDUUMP

The sound of the chest thumping loudly resounded through the darkness, its intensity increasing, and with it, the body jerked up to its butt, staring around the area.

"Is... is this heaven?" Nolan wondered in shock as he looked at the darkness around him.

It wasn't what he expected heaven to look like at all, and the only place he could think of made his heart thump even faster.

"Don't tell me I'm in hell!?" he asked in shock.

But quickly, Nolan's ears perked up as he heard a faint voice and turned his head upwards, seeing a hole in the sky.

"No... no. I'm... I'm in a pit!" Nolan affirmed to himself as he rose to his feet, but in the next instant, he unconsciously fell to the ground, smashing his face and bloodying it.

"My legs are broken," he mused to himself, but then it dawned on him.

He knew well it was the truck that killed him, but he was also sure the truck never broke his legs. So just how did he now have broken legs?

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In the next instant, Nolan began thinking, and quickly, his hands clutched at his head as his teeth bit his lips hard.

The memories. They were like a loud hammer slamming through his head unforgivingly, but he quickly picked up this image.

"I... I was reincarnated into the body of Nolan?" he mused.

"Reincarnated! Reincarnated!?" he asked repeatedly.

The trope of reincarnation was from those stories that he read when he was around 8 to 9 years old.

They were his solace through his best days, and even though they were quite expensive, his drunkard of a father never ever refused him money, not even once.

And so, Nolan had been able to buy coins for the stories on the app called Webnovel and even donate Super Gifts for the author of his most favorite ones.

But he actually got reincarnated! How was that even real?

What came was an incredible joy that wanted to make him scream out loud, but the memories that appeared after made his face rapidly pale as he recognized just what had led him into this pit.

He was meant to be dead, killed by his classmates!

And right now, his two legs had been broken and his liver had burst. He needed to immediately find help or he would die soon.

"Fuck, I won't die just after getting my new chance..." Nolan swore angrily and immediately his eyes locked onto the ladder that led up to the hole in the sky.

His legs were broken so he couldn't walk, but that can't stop Nolan. He had been through much as a coal miner for 15 years!

Quickly, on his weak arms, he began crawling towards the ladder, and after much struggle, he reached it and slowly dragged himself up.

The arms he currently had were incredibly weak, and he could see cuts on them, borrowing light from the hole in the sky.

There was no way those tiny sticks called hands could carry him all the way there.

But Nolan bit down on his teeth and grabbed the railings before climbing up.

"Finally. My freedom, finally!!!" The thought kept ringing in his head, causing blood to pump harder and harder, and adrenaline quickly kicked in for him.

Nolan never knew how it was possible, but with his weak arms, he managed to drag himself up the ladder and finally, his hand grabbed the edge of the hole where he successfully pulled himself up.

Exhaustion quickly began catching up as he breathed out loudly, heaving through his nose and mouth, but he didn't let that stop him.

Quickly, the memories flashed by and he picked one of them, the one that had just what he wanted.

"The hospital is not that far..."

The realization hit him, and while Nolan could hear voices in the opposite direction.

'Perhaps, I should go to them and ask them to help me to the hospital. It would be faster than having to crawl there myself....' Nolan reasoned, but in the next instant, his hands moved and he began dragging himself forward towards the direction of the hospital and away from the voices.

In his past life, he had received no help at all and he wouldn't delude himself that anyone would help him.

What if he walked there and they ignored him?

He would have wasted precious breath and might die before he could reach the place. That was too much to risk.

With that, he quickly began his journey, climbing through steps and grasses, and soon he approached the hospital.

"Thank God!" Nolan said as he sighted a few young men and ladies on his path, and from afar he called out to them.

"Please! Please help me... to the hospital!!!" he screamed out, and fortunately, the three young men were the first to take off, running towards him with grave expressions on their faces.

"Hey, are you okay!?" they asked in concern as one of them moved to help raise him up but stopped at the last second as he felt his friend's hand on his shoulder.

"He's bleeding out cold, Dorata. He needs help..." The young man screamed out, wanting to shrug off the hold until the voice came from his second friend.

"Can't you see who he is, that's Nolan. That piece of trash!"

"Huh?" With furrowed eyebrows, the young man stared back at Nolan's face, and realization dawned before slowly he backed off and laughed out loud in mockery.

"Tch, I guess you got roughened up quite badly by Quinn again. I'm not surprised though.

"Your life would only be hell if you survived again, so just die, okay?" he whispered to him before they all laughed and walked off.

With a dumb gaze, Nolan stared at them as they left, the mocking laughter ringing in his brain for some time, unable to process it.

"I am dying and they are laughing it off. Is this a joke?" he wondered in shock, but the pain in his leg woke him up, and without wasting a single more second, Nolan kept dragging himself until finally, he arrived before the door of the hospital and knocked with his last bit of energy.

STEP... STEP... STEP...

The sound of footsteps was what Nolan heard last before he finally fell flat on his face, exhausting the last bit of energy within him.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"