ocean-life Chapter 92 Punishment begins!
Chapter 92 Punishment begins!
At the heart of this desolate planet stood a massive tower—a structure twisted from charred rock and the remnants of long-forgotten battles. Red flames crackled along its jagged surface, casting an eerie crimson glow over the barren wasteland below. At the tower's pinnacle, an immense flame roared, its ominous light stretching across the horizon—a symbol of the fearsome power and unyielding terror that ruled this world.
Inside the tower's shadowy throne room, a dark figure sat upon a throne carved from bones and skulls, his gaze piercing and predatory. He clutched a goblet filled with a thick, dark liquid that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. His eyes gleamed with a cruel intelligence, surveying the room with an air of absolute authority.
The towering doors groaned as they opened, and a cloaked figure slipped inside, immediately dropping to his knees before the throne. "My Lord," he murmured, bowing his head low. "I come bearing news of... the former Clan Head. The Apex Mutant."
The man on the throne, clad in a long black robe, sat up straight, brushing his dark hair back to get a clearer view of the man kneeling before him.
"Speak, loyal servant," he commanded, his voice thunderous and deep, shaking the throne room slightly with its intensity.
"The priest who once served the former Clan Head claims he sensed the power of the Apex Mutant. As we all know, the Apex Mutant died several years ago in the human world, so this must be a successor. The Apex Mutant chose a host before his death, just as he promised, and that host has begun his growth. In time, he will be as powerful as the Apex Mutant once was." The servant's voice was steady as he kept his head bowed, his loyalty evident.
A troubled expression darkened the face of the man on the throne as he absorbed the news.
"A host? Are you certain of this?" he demanded, his voice resonating with the same menacing tone.
"The priest has never been wrong, my Lord. He confirmed that there's a host in the human world," the servant affirmed audibly.
"Damn it. Even after death, that bastard continues to torment me. I have worked tirelessly, spilled countless drops of blood, and clawed my way to my position as Clan Head. I can't let some human vessel destroy all I've built."
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A week had passed since Sensei Josh's death, and surprisingly, no one spoke much of it. The students were content with the new sensei, who proved far more skilled than Josh, leaving them indifferent to his mysterious fate.
Kara, however, knew Silas was responsible, and once again, she had covered for him, ensuring nothing linked back to him. After a few days, the incident faded into oblivion, and Silas had already moved on.
Dressing for the day, he made his way to the cafeteria to meet his group. Today marked the start of his punishment for supposedly buying energy pills from the Blood Market.
Of course, Silas hadn't actually bought any pills, but this accusation was far better than the academy discovering what really transpired.
Silas filled his group in on the punishment over breakfast, and afterward, he headed to a different part of the academy where the staff assigned to oversee his "work" awaited.
The area was a construction site filled with half-finished buildings, scattered equipment, and machinery. When Silas arrived, he noticed a group of staff members standing a few meters away.
"All female?" he mused, mildly surprised as he walked toward them.
There were four women, each dressed in the standard navy blue staff uniform. Silas's eyes flickered over them, taking in their appearances.
Each woman was strikingly beautiful, with captivating figures that would draw any man's attention. However, Silas noticed something peculiar.
"Grade 1s," he observed, glancing at the skill slots on their belts, each displaying a single glowing bar.