Reincarnated as the Starborn

Chapter Four: Academic Success Pt.1

With the world returning to motion, the other students bombarded Vesper with questions, while I remained deep in thought at the back of the class. Another instructor took notice and approached me, inquiring if I had any questions. I dismissed her with a curt hand gesture, lost in my thoughts. Unbeknownst to me, she formed an unflattering opinion of me, labeling me as a 'stuck-up' brat.

I couldn't help but mull over why Globby, with his remarkable abilities, hadn't been chosen for the prestigious program. Globby's powers centered around manipulating the mind, emotions, and even the fabric of reality to some extent. His subtle mental influence allowed him to guide conflicts toward more peaceful and constructive resolutions. His mastery of the psychological color spectrum not only showcased his deep understanding of emotions but also enabled him to evoke specific emotional responses in people. His powers had no effect on me due to my immunity, which vastly limited his potential for evil in this life. In the TV series, he started as a misunderstood villain, driven by his upbringing as a spoiled brat who controlled his own life, including his parents.

Globby was far from weak, but he had emerged as a product of life's unfortunate circumstances. Eventually, he became a formidable ally to the justice system, only to meet his demise at the hands of another villain during the ill-fated journey to Mars.

Furthermore, Globby possessed the unique ability to sense intentions, allowing him to maintain a keen awareness of the truth in any situation. This gift was a curse against me, as intentions were rooted in the physical realm, unlike the spiritual domain where my mind resided, protected by my soul.

His extraordinary physical abilities rendered him a capable combatant when the need arose, establishing him as a well-rounded hero. Nonetheless, it was Gloppy's psychic projection that truly set him apart, transforming emotions into tangible manifestations. With this power, he could craft intricate strategies for both defense and offense. Gloppy's ability to manipulate the emotional landscape and bend reality using a spectrum of colors was a remarkable and formidable force for good. He did briefly encounter Emirah during the eighth season, but he paled in comparison to a Starian.

When comparing his superhuman feats to mine, it was like assessing the strength of a human bodybuilder with combat experience against a purpose-built combat machine. This stark contrast highlighted the potential I held in the future, even though I was currently at a relatively nascent stage of development. Vesper seemed to understand this and maintained clear intentions, possibly in preparation for the future when I'd realize my full potential. Knowledge, in my case, translated to a significant advantage over the expected norms.

After the sessions of rather uneventful school discussions, we were given the freedom to enjoy the rest of our day. As I exited the classroom, I spotted Globby and Klanie together. Joy surged through me, and I sprinted toward them, only to collide with an unexpected black, shiny shield. "Ouch! What was that for?" I protested.

Klanie swiftly explained, "I calculated the likelihood of you wanting to hug me and him simultaneously, considering the odds of either evasion or concealment. Unfortunately, our proximity was too short for an effective maneuver, leaving a barrier as the sole viable option to safeguard my personal space." Her explanation flowed seamlessly, and it left Globby in stitches on the floor, tears streaming down his face.

Frustrated, I contemplated blasting his knee, but he simply gazed at me in shock and continued to laugh uproariously. "Globby!!" I exclaimed in mock exasperation.

Just like carefree kids, we ran around, and I chased after Globby while Klanie quietly observed the antics of the youngsters. Later that afternoon, Globby revealed that my father had come by, but he couldn't enter the academy until later in the evening. As they both looked at me, a sense of fear and nervousness welled up within me. We were on the brink of discussing my origins, something I yearned to share with my parents, but would they truly comprehend? I had no recollection of anyone or anything significant from my past life, except for my girlfriend. The prospect of returning to that place and potentially recovering memories of my old family and friends weighed heavily on me. I feared altering how I felt about the people who had raised and loved me.