CHAPTER 84: DISCIPLE CULTIVATION SYSTEM CH84 LOST DAYS PT2.

The students weren’t the only individuals full of panic.

The instructors, who were having their own private party at the teachers’ lounge, suddenly stood up after the red star descended on the academy.

Levi, wasting no time, punched the wall and leaped out of the lounge.

"Levi, wait! We need to—"

Ignoring Cerci’s suggestions, he landed after a quick descent and froze at the apocalyptic sight before him.

There were screams, the event hall was falling, the academy barrier had a hole within it, and dark-clothed individuals floated into the academy through the hole.

The other instructors, running after him, came to a sudden stop upon witnessing the same sight.

"The students..."

Instructor Kelly, a woman with wine-colored hair, gasped in horror as she brought her hand to her mouth.

"We need a plan."

Before they could worry about the students, they needed a plan on how to proceed, but Levi and a few others, unwilling to waste time, charged onto the battlefield without much thought.

"Those fools!"

Watching them leave, Cerci sighed and followed after them.

Their destination was the event hall, and the closer they got, the more horrifying everything looked.

Students laid on the ground, some wounded and bleeding, while others were dead with their insides spilling out.

The sight was reminiscent of a true warzone—one all of them, especially Levi, had hoped to escape by becoming instructors.

"The kids..." He paled, stopping by the corpse of a blonde girl.

Her name was Liz, a promising student of his, but now she lay dead, all the promise she showed extinguished at the hands of these intruders.

"Dear God!"

As the instructors looked around, all they could do was exclaim in pain.

The bodies were so many, and each could recognize at least one of their students.

It pained them greatly, not only because they were dead but because they—the teachers, the guardians of these poor students—had been unable to do anything to prevent this.

In his state of mourning, Levi looked ahead and found a man in a smiling jester mask observing the ground.

His face twisted into a fury of rage as his muscles coiled, ripping through his clothing and pulsing with ash aura.

"You did this?" he roared, his boom echoing with enough force to create shockwaves.

The smiling jester remained silent and calm while the remaining instructors took up their weapons in preparation for the fight.

"You psychopath... you attacked a teaching institute full of children, murdered these children... all for what?"

Anger and sorrow fueled his tone, and he marched at the Jester, his steps crashing into the ground below him.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Finding the mere sight of him amusing, the Jester clutched his stomach and burst into a frantic laugh.

Levi grew even more irritated and shifted into a sprint.

The Jester, still laughing, pushed his right palm forward and flicked his index finger backward, taunting him to approach.

Levi took the bait hook, line, and sinker and leaped forward in a powerful jump.

His ash aura transformed onto his right fist, which he clenched and brought down onto the Jester.

His attack was easily evaded, crashing the ground instead, while the Jester leaped back.

Having missed, his face flushed red.

The Jester laughed again, his taunting sickening to the ears.

Levi pulled his fist back up, tried controlling his breathing, and glanced between him, but—

Whack!

A banished obsidian hammer arched down on him and buried him headfirst into the granite-filled ground.

A ringing sound filled his mind while his vision turned red.

Confusion gripped his senses, and when he looked up, it morphed into horror.

Turns out the one who attacked him was among the dozens of teachers behind him.

As the hammer was raised off his head, he saw the sight very clearly.

"Instructor Kelly, Instructor Miles... even you, Cerci!"

Tears began to sprout from his eyes at this grim discovery.

How... just who could aid in child murder?

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand.

"Cerci..." he whispered, watching as the green-haired mage thrusted her palm at him with a vicious smile.

[Ignite]

A haunting chant followed as a torrent of green flames surged at Levi, ready to devour him.

"This shan’t pass."

Unwilling to die without making the traitor pay, he rolled to the side, his back suffering burns that were scorched black as he spun to his feet and ran to the nearest instructor.

They knocked a crystal-tipped arrow into their bow and aimed at him.

Levi, quick on his feet, bridged the gap and swiped them off their feet before tossing them at the nearest mage nearing the end of her chant.

He heard muffled screams as they both crashed to the ground.

He couldn’t bring himself to kill them—not yet—so he ignored them and rushed to Cerci, who spun a crystal wand between her fingers and thrust it at him.

[Gale]

A single low-grade wind spell was transformed into a frightening whirlwind at the call of Cerci.

The devastating attack shredded the ground and crashed into Levi, flinging him up where he was left vulnerable to the piercing attack of Instructor Miles’ silver spear.

Twisting his body in the nick of time, he caught the tip of the spear between his armpit and sent a knee strike flying into the young instructor’s face.

But he was dealing with a veteran, not a child.

A mere kick earned only a grunt before Instructor Miles pivoted off his spear and launched a side kick into his ribs.

The resulting force shattered a few ribs and sent him flying into a few trees.

His body, coated in aura, shattered through them like barriers of paper.

He then rolled on the ground for a few seconds before stabbing his fingers into the earth to halt his motion.

"I can’t do this..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood as a thick veil of mist began engulfing the surroundings.

"I can’t keep on holding back."

Clutching his broken ribs, he stumbled up and watched as he was surrounded by the veterans of the academy—

All hungry for his blood.