Chapter 133 Killing Sands [4]

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"Nicodemus Kodrey." "Huh, Nico?" Nico? I stared at the surprised Chelsea. Nico... wasn't that the name of the guy Chelsea told me about. [You remembered.] Meta included sarcastically and right eye twitched. I scattered my hair and rose up. 'Of course i do, it's only been a few days ago.' I wasn't sure, was there a time dilation in this dungeon too? Probably not, since it was unlikely considering the exercise. 'No, that's not the point...' i shook my head amd pushed aside my unnecessary thoughts. I looked between the black haired boy and Chelsea standing next to me. The boy raised his head, hearing his name from her lips. His eyes were still hidden behind his shaggy black hair. "Huh? Ch-chelsea?" "You two know each other?" I casually said despite knowing the answer. I wasn't sure why, but i suddenly felt awkward being between the two like this. Maybe it was because Chelsea already told me about how the two's relationship had been turning out lately. This was the consequences of knowing too much. I didn't know Nicodemus personally, and neither did i know Chelsea for too long, but i already felt like i was meddling. "Nico...what are you doing here?! What happened?" Chelsea snapped out of her momentary daze and rushed towards him. This time, Nico didn't shuffle backwards or retreat as Chelsea blatantly approached in the same way he ran away from me. "Chelsea...i - i was..." "Are you okay? You're covered in so much blood..." "..." I watched the two friends exchange worry amd concern silently from being. Eventually, i decided it was better to leave and turned away. Nico still seems unsteady after whatever he has experienced, but since Chelsea was there, she could probably take care of him better. He would probably find it more easier to talk with her rather than me. Although i was curious about what happened here, it would be better to let him relax in her embrace for now. There were still more things to do besides that, like looking for more survivors. Chelsea mentioned they found another, too. "This one is badly wounded, it's amazing how he's still alive." Deandra's voice held genuine suprise as she tried to carefully check on the victim. "Oh my world, th-there's so much blood! Class rep, wh-wh-what do we do?" "I...i don't know. We...we should probably apply pressure on the wound , try to ease his pain." "R-right! Class rep is right, w-we should probably do that...!@@@@ "M-mhm." "..." I stared silently. What were this two doing? Deandra and Trise were both fumbling around the body, struggling with what to do. It was amusing at first, watching these otherwise high and haughty girls break sweat and loose composure like this. "Wahh, Class rep! His arm...his arm is twitching?!" "Be calm, Trise! Just breathe in. You have to remember to breathe in, in and out, like that! Be calm! It'll be over soon!" "O-ohh, yes! B-b-but class rep, what about his arm?!" Trise stammered in a fluster fury. "That's..." Deandra made a complicated expression. 'This is just...' It was amusing to watch but it quickly became a sore sight. I felt pity on all three of them, the injured cadet as well. To have those two air heads be the ones to take care of his wounds. "Breathe in Trise!" "Oof! Oof! Ooof! Class rep!?" Eventually, i couldn't take it anywhere. "Step aside, let me take a look." "Ah? V-Victor?" And then instantly. "Hey, we need to get away from here quickly!" I shot up to my feet and said to Deandra and Trise who stood behind me. Sweat beaded down my face from my forehead, trailing down the sides of my cheeks. It was like i could hear my own heartbeat pounding powerfully in my ears. What was it? Danger sense was reacting this strongly, but i hadn't been attacked yet. Nothing had happened. Wait. Could it be? The mysterious mind attack again? Was that the reason why i suddenly felt alarmed? 'No, it's possible but i don't think that's it.' in a mere second my mind raced endlessly. It couldn't be that, i thought, the degree of reaction Danger sense was responding to at the moment was on a lower intensity than before. 'Immersion hasn't automatically activated either. The system also hasn't reacted in any manner, too.' those thoughts managed to alleviate my feelings somewhat. But it didn't erase the uncomfortable feeling of having the Danger sense skill react to something. But then, if it wasn't the mysterious mental attack from before, what could it be? I had no idea. I still knew too little about the Danger Sense skill ever since it leveled up. It's range and scope of effect seemed to have grown somehow, but i had no idea to what extent. Usually, within at least a second the skill reacted to something, i would be attacked or confronted by whatever it was. But now... Could the activation of the skill happened with more time before the anticipated danger comes? Deandra and Trise just stared at me, blinking. "What...? I didn't pay attention to them and sharpened my eyes. 'Where's Chelsea?" Then i heard the muddled voice of the cadet who was laying on the ground, missing an arm. His lips parted, his voice groaned. I reflexively sharply turned back to him. But then... "Ugh..." He said feverishly; "Behind you." Then i heard a scream. "Aahk!" It was a familiar voice. "Chelsea!" I turned again. There she was. Chelsea was being held up by the neck by a figure draped in undulating darkness like live shadows. "Nicodemus!" I growled. Danger Sense was tingling much harder than before. It was then i realised the reason was before me after all. Nicodemus, with his shaggy bangs that hid his face, unreadably glanced at Chelsea, then casually tissed her away to the ground. Then he raised an arm forward, a mysterious black book appeared out of nowhere and it's pages fluttered open, spewing out dark miasma that spread out like a lightless fog into the area. With one hand, Nicodemus fluidly brushed back his shaggy bangs, slicking it and parting through with his fingers. He revealed two inky black eyes that swirled like two endless black holes. They were cold and empty, devoid of warmth nor sympathy of any kind. He coldly gazed at us aloofly without a word. "N-Nico...?" Chelsea held her neck against the ground and coughed as she stared at him with trembling eyes filled with confusion. Even i was still confused. I wasn't entirely sure what was happening even despite the warning of Danger Sense. Perhaps if i had been sharper, i could have stopped Nicodemus. But. It was already too late. Nicodemus raised a hand. And everything went dark.

Chapter 133 Killing Sands [4]

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