F-Rank Soul Eater-Chapter 142: He Is Trying to Kill Me

By the time Polystar returned to the cell, Vass had gotten himself together.

However, Polystar burst into the cell vomiting.

"Dude!" Vass raised his legs from the ground angrily. "What the heck is wrong with you, four eyes?"

Polystar did not answer.

He could not answer.

How was he going to say that his curiosity had made him taste a booger off the wall?

Just the mere thought of it made him throw up again. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

This was a shame to his noble person.

A disgrace.

Even worse, he could not talk about it.

A shame he would forever carry to his grave.

If he ever saw Tommy again, he would make the bald boy pay—he swore this in his heart.

"Did you get it?" Vass asked.

Polystar did not answer, simply pressing a button on his wristwatch as he wiped his mouth with the other hand.

Vass got the message.

He was surprised to see the image on the wall.

He frowned. "What does it mean? And was this written in Booger!?

"You didn’t touch it—did you!?"

Polystar looked at him as if he was a step away from punching Vass’s face into the wall.

Instead he replied. "How am I supposed to know the meaning—do I look like a commoner to you?"

Vass frowned, "What the f*ck did you say to me?"

While it seemed like these two had gotten closer, they hadn’t.

Of course, like many commoners, Vass was used to the usual slang that came with his birth status and was no longer offended by it.

Still, the desire to smash in a noble’s face every time he heard the label was an ever-steady growing craving he had.

There was a bit of shared silence between the two.

Polystar did not back off. He was already irritated with the entire wall-licking situation. He was in no mood to tolerate anyone—especially not a pompous person like Vass.

"I... said, you are a ground-crawling... common—"

Vass lunged.

A wide, furious swing.

Polystar tilted his head.

The punch cut through empty air.

He stepped inside Vass’s guard smoothly—trained, precise—and dropped low.

Clap technique.

His palms struck Vass’s midsection.

A compressed burst of force detonated inward.

CLAP.

The sound cracked through the cell.

Vass’s body folded.

The air shot out of his lungs as if he’d been hit by a battering ram.

He dropped to his knees, coughing violently.

He gritted his teeth hard, "Stupid... noble bastard."

He swallowed the pain as he attacked again.

Vass had nothing but his street brawl experience as a town bully, but Polystar had disciplined training in martial arts.

There was no way Vass was going to beat Polystar.

However, Ego was always a booster of stupid decisions.

Vass attacked again and again, throwing wide swings, but Polystar easily dodged them.

Then a kick.

Boom.

Right in Vass’s face.

Blood splashed on the wall.

Vass fell on the ground.

He was a tough lad.

That kick should have made anyone his age pass out, but somehow, he was not done.

Still, his breath was heavy. And he looked at Polystar with a fierce gaze.

"You noble bastard. You think you all are strong and mighty. You are lucky I don’t have Salvation, or I’ll beat you to a..."

Another kick landed on his face.

Then a bit of silence. "Look at you," Polystar said. "I heard you used to bully Soren.

What!? You think I don’t know.

When you were kicking his ass all day, every day, did you think you were strong and mighty then?"

Vass froze.

"Oh... or do you think just because I’m a noble, then I’m a piece of shit?

No!

I’m a piece of shit because I can kick your ass, and you can’t do anything about it."

Another punch.

Polystar allowed Vass to fall from on the ground.

"Without your glorious SS-RANK Shade, you aren’t high and mighty. You are just a bobbling buffoon that thinks the world is his because of a little power.

I still wonder how you managed to always beat Soren before the Touch glass ceremony. Right now, I can’t even see the two of you in the same league."

Polystar leaned in, grabbing Vass by his thick red hair.

Vass’s face was bloody.

"What a shame it must be for you. The bully whose prey became a star."

Vass spat blood at Polystar’s face.

Some of it covered the noble’s glasses.

Vass took the opportunity to grab Polystar’s legs and head and boot him.

But Polystar simply moved... like he had expected the sneak attack.

He dodged to the side, and Vass ended up crashing into Polystar’s vomit on the ground.

"You don’t even have Blackfield; no wonder the Shade Stealer was able to attack your party member under your nose."

Vass gritted his teeth, but he did not attack again.

In fact, he could barely feel his body after that beating.

Polystar spat on the ground.

He pressed a few buttons on his wristwatch, sending the picture of the wall to Bloodshine and Pencil.

Communication was only restricted to the walls of the detention center, but Polystar had already thought of this.

Bloodshine and Pencil waited close to the building walls.

The moment the message entered, Bloodshine and Pencil began working on decoding it.

.....

Meanwhile, Soren was facing a battle of his own.

He got to understand firsthand the reason Goldsworth had been so willing to pay him for the battle.

There was no easier way to explain it. Goldsworth was a threat of incredible proportions.

The ranking of Shades was done not by the specific ability that the Soulbound warrior had, but specifically by the kind of physical destruction it could commit.

In the war against the Eldritch souls, physical prowess was most important.

As an A–rank Soulbound warrior, Goldsworth was akin to a walking, breathing tank.

He did not even need to use a weapon.

He was the weapon.

From the moment the battle began, Goldsworth’s fingers flared in the air like the director of an orchestra.

Light gold threads launched from his fingertips all around the platform like webs.

Soren felt like prey that had stepped into the home of a black widow—only this was a golden home.

And then the first whip struck.

Soren moved, not because he had seen it, but because of his Blackfield.

Boom.

The concrete stone of the platform split in two.

"Shit!" he cursed. "He is trying to kill me."