Chapter 384: Blood of the Close Ones (1)
There was no doubt anymore ..
The Witch’s Game had delivered its verdict.
And to call it a "game" would be a mistake. It was a massacre ..One that toyed with the lives of a young generation burdened with the weight of great expectations.
Among the players on the side of the Ultras ..
Gavid Lindman sat quietly, now wearing a pristine white suit. His body had recovered from the wounds he sustained during the battle against Astaroth.
His cold eyes were fixed on the young challengers who had just appeared before him out of nowhere.
The Lord of the Ultras muttered,
"Why did I even agree to take part in this ridiculous game?"
Lindman had originally planned to eliminate the Elite Class in one swift stroke. But due to a certain agreement with Beatrice, he found himself forced to participate ..
As a mere player, following the whims of a witch.
He moved toward the designated battlefield given to him and waited patiently for his opponent...
Only to be met with the appearance of the twins ..
Scarite Sunlight and Ivan Sunlight.
Both were painfully weak—so much so that they hadn’t even realized the true magnitude of the monster standing before them.
Lindman’s eyes darkened, fury buried behind a silent scowl.
"Who are you?! Where are we?!"
Scarite summoned flaming orbs around her while hiding behind her brother, who drew his sword with shaky hands.
Gavid sighed and leapt down from the rock he had been sitting on.
"I’ll tell you who I am."
He advanced slowly, ignoring Scarite’s shouted warnings to stop.
Her burning orbs struck him ..
Only to pass straight through his body as if he weren’t there at all.
A look of pure disgust twisted Lindman’s face.
"I am death."
His sword, invisible to them, had already chosen its target—Scarite. Her shrieking had annoyed him.
Ivan didn’t even realize what had happened... until blood splattered across his face.
When he turned to his sister, he found her collapsing in slow motion ..
Her face cleaved cleanly in half, horizontally.
Lindman’s strike had been so precise that her eyes and brain took a moment to slide apart, splattering across the ground, forming a crimson froth at Ivan Sunlight’s feet.
He stared at his twin’s corpse, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Ivan didn’t feel rage.
Nor did he feel any desire for revenge.
What he felt—was something entirely different.
And Gavid Lindman recognized it instantly ..
The moment he saw yellow liquid trickling down Ivan’s leg.
He had wet himself.
"Pathetic... and revolting."
"No!!"
Ivan Sunlight, the boy who rarely ever spoke and always hid behind his sister, found himself crawling away, dragging his urine-soaked trousers behind him.
But he didn’t get far.
A flash of light struck him without warning, and he collapsed.
He looked down at his legs, which were now radiating unbearable pain ..
Only to discover both had been cleanly severed.
Blood, piss, and tears ...
Ivan Sunlight flooded the ground with the fluids of defeat while Gavid let out another sigh of contempt.
"You were going to die either way.
But couldn’t you at least die with a shred of dignity, filthy rat?"
"Please... don’t..."
Ivan begged, trying to cling to Lindman’s clothes...
And that only made him angrier.
Gavid’s arm moved with inhuman speed.
He cut through Ivan’s body dozens—no, hundreds of times.
Reducing him to a pile of tiny, bloody cubes. Erasing any trace of who he once was.
"Disgusting."
With a flick of his blade, Gavid sent the blood flying off its edge and walked away from the battlefield, now painted red by the witch’s twisted game.
The Lord of the Ultras had become a free player.
His eyes now shifted toward the next arenas.
"Let’s end this farce already."
He took off in a blur, determined to wipe out the rest of the elite students.
But then—he stopped.
The magical communication crystal he always carried began to glow.
When he looked at the caller ID, his eyes narrowed.
It was his partner in crime.
"Mergo..."
Reading the message left behind by the Lord of the Dark Hive, Gavid’s eyes widened for just a second—
Before he regained his calm and changed direction ..
This time, moving even faster.
But toward a different destination.
Gavid Lindman vs. Scarite & Ivan Sunlight
The battle ended... before it ever truly began.
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There are many reasons a person might live.
Many motivations that keep the heart beating.
But among them all...
Revenge stands out as one of the most powerful.
The death of a loved one...
The loss of something precious...
In Ragna Claud’s case—
It was the death of his father.
Since arriving on the Ultras continent, he had been consumed by a single desire:
Vengeance.
A raging fire devoured his heart, turning him into a beast ..
A monster that thirsted only for revenge.
Danzo had once managed to calm the raging fire within him, steering him off that path—at least temporarily.
But the Red Gate that devoured him showed no such mercy. It threw him directly into the path of the one person he should never have encountered.
Ragna, lying in the middle of a vast, barren plain.
He rose, gripping his colossal weapon—Wynnyd, the Spear of Storms.
His eyes had turned blood-red, veins bulging violently under the pressure of the wind aura swirling around him.
Standing before him was a pale young man with short white hair, deep black eye bags, and a disfigured face. His fingers were so thin they resembled bones.
It was Lawrence, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a stranger.
But Lawrence wasn’t the true problem...
It was the army of a thousand men standing behind him.
The pressure of their collective aura fell like a waterfall on Ragna’s broad shoulders.
His body was nearly crushed into the ground as he realized the absurd difference in numbers ...and power.
Yet he didn’t take a single step back.
His eyes were locked solely on Lawrence.
"What’s going on here? What is this?"
Lawrence scratched his head in confusion.
"A stranger appears out of nowhere, and he’s desperate to kill me? This is great!"
The Ultras warrior laughed, then abruptly stopped. His gaze narrowed as he examined Ragna more closely.
"But who are you? Have we met?"
He asked cheerfully, but Ragna’s furious roar shook the air as he stabbed his spear into the ground, summoning a wild gust.
"LAWRENCE!!"
"I can hear you just fine, no need to yell."
Lawrence casually cleaned his ear with a finger, unfazed by Ragna’s outburst.
"Today, I’ll avenge my father... the one you murdered with your own hands, Isaac Claud!"
Ragna unleashed all his power, pouring it into the storm spear as he prepared to lunge.
Lawrence, on the other hand, only grew more confused.
"Isaac? Who’s that?"
Unable to recall the man he had killed, he rubbed his head, trying to place the name.
"My lord, let us handle him."
Two Ultras warriors cautiously stepped forward. From their aura, it was clear they had surpassed at least Rank S.
Despite that, they showed Lawrence the utmost respect.
"He’s too weak. Not worth your time."
They wanted to finish it themselves, but Lawrence waved them off with a broad grin.
"No. He wants me. Ahaha!"
"He wants to kill me!"
He cackled maniacally, the strange black markings crawling across his twisted skin.
Seeing that, the two Ultras warriors backed away and returned to the formation, uneasy expressions on their faces.
Meanwhile, Ragna charged forward, consumed by the storm, aiming directly at his father’s killer.
And in less than a second ..
A violent explosion erupted. Wind howled, forming a raging cyclone that swallowed them both.
The mighty spear, Wynnyd, was lodged deep in Lawrence’s chest—piercing through his heart and vital organs before emerging from his back.
Gripping the spear, Ragna stared into the eyes of his father’s murderer, his heart ablaze with fury.
But Lawrence’s blood wasn’t red...
It was black. Vile. Oozing across the ground, soaking both of them.
Drenched in his own blood, Lawrence licked the foul substance, then grinned madly.
"So this... this is what my blood tastes like. Ahh... ahaha... AHAHAHA!"
"What the—?!"
Ragna’s eyes widened in horror as Lawrence laughed and trembled with joy... despite the massive spear driven through his chest.
His skin and flesh began to shift—turning red and black.
His body grew larger by the second, towering over Ragna.