Game's Extra: Starting With SSS-Ranked 1000-Death Talent-Chapter 52: Shadow The Slave

Hearing Noa’s words and seeing the way he delivered them, the man shuddered, cold sweat drenching his back.

Especially when Noa still looked like a corpse.

Everything about him augmented the fear and obedience the assassin was feeling.

He gulped, forgetting the bleeding wound.

As for Noa, he wanted to get rid of the body he was currently holding.

Two seconds later, he reappeared behind the man, putting his arms on his shoulders.

He kept moving around, as if thinking about what to do.

"You know what?" he asked out of nowhere. "I have a great idea. Might as well help my father. How does that sound to you?"

The cloaked figure nodded.

"What do you want me to do?"

He understood his situation.

Noa got hold of his leash, and if he wanted to survive, he had to follow his lead.

"Forget about the First Directive and X. Work for me, and I might bless you with some treats," Noa said.

"You have me at your disposal," the man stated, lowering his head in submission.

He was still shuddering, the fear from two sides causing his agony.

But offending and going against the First Directive seemed ten times better than directly opposing Z’s heir.

"What’s your name?" Noa asked him, questioning his identity and contact information.

"Dusk..." he took a pause. "How can I address you, sir?"

’Name, huh? What should I say?’ Lowering his brows, Noa thought for a moment.

Then it clicked, a perfect word materializing in his head.

"Zero," he answered, proud of the connection he came up with.

Dusk stood up.

He saluted like a loyal soldier and bowed like a servant.

"What is your first order, Master Zero?"

Noa cringed slightly but already liked having a slave.

"Now you need to fuck off before you get busted. Leave the corpses behind and deal with your failure. Wait for my further instructions."

’I am natural,’ Noa mused after seeing Dusk obeying his command.

Before the light and sounds returned, the man left through the same windows he had sneaked in.

As everything went back to its place and senses regained clarity, Noa observed the surroundings.

’What a disaster.’

A sizeable chunk of the gym equipment was either burned or broken.

Amidst the crumbling wreckage, two deformed corpses lay in a pool of blood.

One was scorched, unrecognizable.

The other was in a better condition but still dead, nonetheless.

Students sustained some damage as well.

Some got caught up in Noa’s explosion, but most of them were okay.

There were students who lost consciousness because of the shock or the pain they suddenly experienced.

Thankfully, everyone from the main cast seemed in good shape.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Noa yelled after remembering something.

The wounded couple caught his attention as they seemed to be in a better condition than he had left them in.

Still, he missed a perfect opportunity to reap their lives when he could have just blamed it on the attackers.

Feeling disappointed in himself, Noa shrugged his shoulders.

’Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Not yet, and it would have been boring this way. They have yet to suffer one percent of the agony Noa was feeling.’

He quickly found a reason for his forgetfulness instead of admitting that he was too excited.

Then he fixed his gaze on Arthur.

Reading his expression was as difficult as ever.

The boy’s face was devoid of any human emotion, his eyes peering into Noa’s soul, trying to measure his secrets.

He heard the interaction between Noa and Dusk.

Even his knowledge of the novel coincided with everything he heard from the conversation.

Yet Arthur was still suspicious, doubt slithering into his mind.

"What happened? Who are those people?"

A storm of questions rained from the students, yet seeing actual corpses that spawned out of nowhere affected their mental state.

"Is this real? This is not some kind of test, right?"

"Are we under an attack?"

"Quickly, let’s run and find instructors. We don’t know what’s going on, and standing here is dangerous."

"But..." Jessi, the girl who barely got into the top ten, noticed something. "Why is the new guy standing before them? As if he is the one who killed them."

"Are you crazy? How or why would..." Ezra was about to retort but took his words back.

At one glance, Noa stood casually.

There was no blood on his clothes, nor did he have weapons in his hands.

Yet an eerie sensation hinted that he was the culprit.

The way Noa towered above the corpses, his deep, abyss-like eyes, and nonchalant expression birthed a cold persona.

Then his gaze moved.

Everyone unfortunate enough to come into his view trembled.

It wasn’t because of the fear.

Nor did it happen due to the corpses beneath him.

Just his menacing figure was enough for their instincts to plead in agony.

The death mark was invisible; however, it sent horrifying signals to people weaker than him.

It was activated for the first time.

And the more times he experienced death, the more intimidating he would become.

Even though Noa couldn’t really tell why the hell everyone was watching him like he was some kind of abyssal beast, he was sure of one thing.

’Damn. I am going to have a tough time making friends.’

As soon as this realization dawned on him, the closed door opened, revealing Gio and Elowen along with the other instructors.

The gym and the Arcane Academy weren’t the only places targeted.

It was a planetary phenomenon—hundreds of promising talents dying.

Thankfully, the scale wasn’t as big as it could have been because the government held itself back.

The order came from Mr. X himself.

But actually killing every gifted Ember wasn’t part of his plan, as it would weaken the world.

Nor could he conduct an operation of this scale without precautions from Y and Z.

Elowen and Gio seemed troubled.

They were only Evolved themselves, too weak for an attack of this magnitude.

So they brought a higher grade, Returne, and Altered teachers with them.

Then they saw the situation.

The bloodied scene, the half-destroyed room, and noisy discussions all around.

"What happened here?"

An Altered old man with gray hair and a mustache asked, searching for the answers.

Noa smirked, raised his hand, and said,