Chapter 373 - 373- Festival 104- Raid on a Rainy Night 43

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A few minutes ago, Jane had streaked for the skies at a drastic speed. A ticking bomb timing down in his grasp, a second– flicker away from exploding in his face. The air whipped past his face, a cooling effect running down his limbs, a breeze cleansing off the sweat that beaded on his forehead. The holy energy that exuded from him in a golden glow remained ever so palpable– without a hint of a reduction in the way powers collided within him. He groaned in pain, his flight faltering to a sudden stop as he pulled his hands into the air. The dome of the exploding man floated past him in a blur, taking to the skies without an ounce of patience. He had only one goal– get that thing away from range. In the fastest, quickest way possible. And he made sure it went through. Like a ball of mystifying light, the dome shimmered in the sky, a silent hum escaping its edges as it reached heights, climbing and stacking away without a caution of step. The Territorial Space had been one built with the powers of a Psychic, controlled and limited by the hands of the Lecturers in the control room. But other than that, it was an endless space, revelling in wasted potential that was never tapped. It also meant that as much as it was endless, it was restricted. The sky stood in the air, clouds hovering in delight, sun and moon taking turns in its cascade of day and night. Time flowed as it should, but what played out above that? Above the brilliant blue skies, hazy dark clouds, raining storms, thunder that shuddered and lighting that ran like dragons? What ended it? Well, Jane wasn't about to wait to find out. In a sudden motion, he turned around, bursting downwards in a fit of motion, exploding with a sonic boom as the dome flickered into oblivion in the sky. The result? An explosion that ripped through the air, sudden, calculated, expanding. Consuming the skies in a quake of wake. The rain shuddered to a frightening stop. Halted by the explosion that boomed with the hollow hum of an ancient blue whale. Loud, troublesome, uncontrolled. An energy-riddled explosion that sounded like an alarm horn from a fleet of angels. These were always how it went. Self-explosion was an act with many consequences. The eruption of mana from its circles out into the heart, rushing it explosively into the human system. Reaching vessels, veins, and arteries, scattering through the body in hurried steps before leaking into the cells. Chemical reactions that took place within it– anabolic, catabolic, all forms mixing with mana or aura in an uncanny hue. A scary force that breaks skins, blisters flesh and crushes bones. All in a matter of seconds, just to relay itself as one supersonic, excruciatingly loud and dangerous explosion. Of course, this depended on the level of the person. The higher, the more power the self-destruction that followed. The lower, the less powerful. As it should be. ___ Jane exploded down the skies, as quickly as he ascended. Reaching speeds that he usually wouldn't. A strain to his form, his pristine figure. One that hurt. Badly. Yet, he clenched his feet, locked his jaw and descended with a rapid acceleration. Behind him, the tremor erupted, a shudder running down his spine. Startled, yet unperturbed. 'As expected from a self-explosion.' His gaze blinked once, a sudden thrill phasing through the air. He glanced around in confusion. Eyes darting about, his head settling into realization as he increased pace. 'The explosion stopped the rain?' For only a bit. Just a moment. The explosion spread far and wide, its shockwave spreading like tendrils of doom, reaching down with a hurried hunger. It swept the clouds in motion, stretching even further, hands wide, enveloping all that stood in its way. And that included Jane. Like a comet, he enveloped himself with golden energy, a form of glow that protected his body with the force of the wind that swept past him with the descent. Loki and Thoth were powerful gods– remarkable even, but speed wasn't exactly their forte and the height he had ascended to get that thing away from the students– the school buildings weren't helping matters. A sudden quake shook, pushing him downwards, faltering his flight. A sting that pulsed him away, distracting him from his descent. He lost control and began to fall instead, spinning around carelessly, a desperate attempt until he caught himself again. In another sudden quake, a shudder that vibrated not just through the air but through its molecules. Reverberating with much force, threatening to rip through the space, he was pushed yet again. This time, the buildings had come into view, clouds cleared from the sky and his descent now was clumsy– forced back into his control. His arms flared about the air in a hurry, body tensing with the weight of gravity as it took its sweet time with him. Tolling away with a wicked grin. He forced his body into control yet again, a breath away from the roof of the Class Five Building, and another force blasted downwards, larger, firmer, stronger. BOOM! He crashed through the hole in a hurried frenzy, his body coiling in a forced spin as he landed with a sudden, powerful quake. A shockwave spread through the lobby as it blasted the students backwards. Bodies flew about in a haphazard frenzy as the ceramic roof cracked and then shattered. It rang like a gong, pieces of hardened clay screaming in the air, scratching the surface of the air in a shrill. It projected in his ears for just a second, his gaze sweeping up as it met the eyes of Gregory Rockinson, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. His gaze flickered for a second, casting a long glance around, noting down the large reflective, brown wall that stood in the way. A virtue of reverence, their last step towards securing their pitiful lives. Jane scoffed, golden energy erupting from his body, pain masked by the godly flow of excellence that exuded from his very being. The shards of ceramics flickered down in a burst, like raindrops cascading down the earth, reflecting the shades of gold around the lobby. A hollow cosmic energy took root within as the students slowly stood to their feet, aghast by the sight before them. A son of the Lucia Household, the Divine son, promised son of the gods– Liphael the wondrous. He basked his pain in a pillar of gold, exuding the godly energy primal within his very being. A surge of indifference to the world around, here to bask the world in the words of the gods. A messenger, chosen sword of the gods. The brilliance whipped in a golden energy that rippled in the air, quivering the might of the world. Gregory stared at it, unperturbed, yet a panic blossomed in his chest. Worry, regret, indecision– second guessing. The golden light suddenly blasted with a blinding white, causing all those who glanced at it to turn from the sight, ripping their visions in fear of the light. It stung– deeply, as the voice of the golden son echoed in the room. "This is futile. You cannot shield yourself from the powers of the gods!" The world trembled as the blast of golden energy shot out in a beam of light, blasting against the wall, a quick and overwhelming force sending an electrifying effect against it. The attack blasted the brown wall, shifting it from the ground as it skidded back with brutal force. Gregory was pushed with it, colliding with the walls behind him in a sudden crack, bones snapping from the mere force as he screamed. Pain spread through him in a splinter, cracking through his body with thorough intent, breaking the very foundations that held him. His skill deactivated in the next second, the glowing wall shimmering into nothing while his body fell limply to the floor. Twisted, mangled, strained from the force of the collision, he lay, his expression twisted in the horrors that he underwent in his body. Footsteps echoed, his ears brimming with life as they echoed around in the lobby. The students were approaching him. In a final attempt at fighting back, struggling with what little will remain. He pulled himself up just enough for his head to lean upwards, pain-stricken down his body. Erupting in waves that caused his will to falter. He groaned, jaws clenched while it fought off the scream that threatened to escape. Lingering at the back of his throat like a wound that festered. Blood dribbled down the white of his eyes, striking the world crimson as the students came into view. Jane standing in front with the Class Monitor and Vice of other classes lingering behind. "Is it over?" One of the students asked, a member of Class C. A timid girl with glasses strikes the bridge of her nose while she hides behind her classmates. They sighed outwardly. "No....the others..." a male muttered; Romeo Berto, Deputy of Class One Bronze, replied with a careful gaze, glancing at the situation. They were situated behind the group, most of their members frozen on the spot by Jane's abilities while they, a few of them, stuck together in a hurdle. His brows furrowed. 'They had come to me. Katherin and her people, trying to convince me in my own way to join them, the leaders of tomorrow they called it. A world we, System Users rule. A king who bore the System....the gift of mayura.' His expression darkened, a flicker of something hidden, glinting within his eyes. 'I didn't believe them. Didn't trust them. It sounded too sweet, a road that either bore thorns of suffering or a pillow of delusions.' Romeo was one of logic. Radical in his processing and his decisions. He was known as the brains behind Class Bronze, leading and analyzing the events before they played out. Thanks to him, the treasure and monster hunt were far easier than expected. After all, they were a Class of level 20s, none were actually strong. Just at the nick, able to get through with the bare minimum of power. What they lacked in power, he made up with strategies. And the Class Monitor was no different. '– though, I didn't think you would fall for such sweet lies.' His gaze landed on the frozen figure next to him. A broadsword clasped in his hands, an expression devoid of will– less of a human and more of a drone. His lips curled downwards. 'Was this the sweetness, Katherin promised so?' He lost himself in thoughts, when a sudden scream pierced through it, snapping him back to reality. Whipping his head to the source, his gaze landed on Luke, his spear smeared with blood as he pulled it out of the still body of Gregory Rockinson. A sombre hue took root in the lobby. Their gazes flickered from the body to the room, a finality clawing at their expressions. A goal, a decision. Romeo tightened his fist. 'What a mess, System Uprisers. This is not the way.'

Chapter 373 - 373- Festival 104- Raid on a Rainy Night 43

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