I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 129: Changes

Arc 2, Chapter 129 — Changes.

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The world around many began to spin.

Their hearts sank into their bellies, as their feet began to sway left to right, right to left.

IT HURTS!

It hurt like the sting of a poisonous viper, one that had its fangs buried deep in their necks.

It was so suffocating..... The feeling of reality’s cold grip tightening around their throats.

First Phix, and now Clara?

For a moment, they felt like finding a nuclear bomb and detonating the entire world altogether.

Could this be the day when Punishments will fall from the skies like rain?

The color from the faces of these people drained, leaving them chalk white.

When doing the math in their heads, they still felt it was unbelievable.

Clara’s was just too cruel!

First off, all they had to do was wait for another year to take the competitions... which was 12 months. And now, she added an additional 8 months.... Tallying their weight time to 1 year 8 months.

Know that even if they finish the 1 year, 8 month period, they still have to wait for an additional 4 months for the next Phase 1 competitions to begin.

SO In essence, doesn’t it mean they’ll have to stay back for 2 whole years before they take the Bloodren 10 phase 2 competitions?

FART!

That’s practically 2 YEARS!

If before, they were pleading with Clara, now... they began to rain curses upon curses till their mouths turned dry.

"Why 2 years? NOI WAY! It’s not Fucking Fair!"

"Exactly!! Just because you have power, doesn’t mean you can BLOODY abuse it! I can accept taking a year off... But I sure as hell, won’t accept staying for an additional year just because you said so."

"That’s right? WE refuse, so you just TAKE IT BACK!"

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They say life is a bed of roses—roses that look breathtaking on the surface, despite the many thorns hidden away. It was funny how human beings were.

Human nature sure was intriguing.

Earlier, they were pleading with snot oozing from their nostrils. Then when their pleas failed, they boldly cursed Clara to the skies.

And now, after seeing Clara’s Terminator henchmen surround and close in on them, they returned to their previous attitude of begging like helpless babies.

It was just a pity that no matter how hard or how much they begged, Clara’s goons ruthlessly carried them away.

In no time, they were bundled and stuffed onto the back of shards that sent them to the skies without haste.

"Let me out!"

"Let me out!"

One of the Bloodrens banged and banged on the translucent cube that trapped and transported him away. Others mimicked him, doing their best to slam their bodies and even activate their shards and free themselves from their confines.

Sadly, nothing they did worked.

Like it or not, they were on a one-way trip to the run-down Old Bloodren Estate.

While watching the shards carry these groups of failures out of the mansion, everyone else felt their hearts throb unnaturally.

Well... it was a terrifying sight to watch, resembling a real kidnap right before everyone’s eyes.

"Much better." Clara smiled, feeling the air cleaner.

Anything was better than staring at so much snot.

Everything surprisingly happened in 20 minutes.

The group of failed Bloodrens had been bundled up and forcefully kidnapped. Yet, no one said a thing.

How could they?

Although it seemed cruel to say, they too felt the air was fresher.

Many chuckled darkly, when seeing how less they were now in number.

Sure enough, empty vessels make the loudest noise.

A majority of those who failed had bragged and spoke haughtily a majority of times, but they were so weak... weak enough to lose.

Aren’t they empty vessels? Vessels filled with water make different sounds compared to empty ones.

"See? Didn’t I tell you?" Slowly descending the stairs, Clara walked through the group left behind. "I came bearing good news..."

A dark mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she spoke. "Out with the old, and in with the new... or... is it the other way around?"

Clara chuckled, waving without looking back as she exited the mansion.

Levon pondered on her words, and quickly grasped her intentions.

What Clara meant to say, was that: Out with the NEW, and in with the OLD.

However, it wasn’t just him. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Shugo popped a ball of poisonous bubblegum in his mouth, chewing and blowing it up thoughtfully. "Buddy, it seems we’ll be having a few new members."

Since the Losers were evicted out... that can only mean that the Old Bloodren Winners in today’s competitions, will also be brought into their Mansion PERMANENTLY.

Looking at Clara’s fading silhouette, Levon and many others had restless thoughts.

—And sure enough one hour later, 3 thuggish guests arrived with vindictive smiles.

"Well, well, well... Would you Lookie here."

Feeu~

One of them whistled, looking around the palace like a country bumpkin who has never even seen what a decent couch looked liked in this life.

"..." [Everyone else]

"Good stuff!" The arrogant youth nodded, as he took a seat. "My, my, my... It feels like Heaven."

"True that," another added. "Been a long time since we sat on something this soft. The couch is so soft, I can practically fall asleep in a second."

"Hey now, I wonder if they’ve got baths. I think they should, if my memory serves me right.... Hey it’s been so, so, so FUCKING LONG."

Levon gave the 3 one last look, before heading back into his room.

Like a stone cast into a stagnant pool, their presence will no doubt cause ripples to the already calm state between them.

Even if everyone didn’t like each other, there was already a subtle understanding between the New Bloodrens.... AKA Levon’s batch.

And now, you bring in older arrogant Bloodrens into the mix and you still expect this peace to be maintained?

Chuckling softly, Levon was amused.

’The Order sure likes to play.’

—And just like that, time flew like a missile.

However, the changes that occurred within these few days left the grand mansion and estate in a restless state.

Everyone was on edge.

"That’s MINE! You give it back to me!"

"Hahahahahahahaha~ Give it back? How silly. Boy~... I’ve been here for over a year now, and you expect me to bow before an imp who doesn’t even know how to tie his own shoelace?"

"Hey, hey... hey now., newbies... Is this anyway to talk to your seniors?"

There it was again—the sight of the Old Bloodrens bullying the new.

Day in day out, the Losers would get taken out, and the winners would remain.

And if the winners were the old Bloodren 10s, they’ll be brought into the mansion the same day.

Although everyone was originally chummy with each other when they first joined the Order, they had more or less gotten used to seeing each other’s faces.

But now, suddenly having a new variety of people thrown in, gave an unsettling feeling.

What’s more, these Old Bloodren 10s were troublemakers through and through.

They loved to start fights and look for issues where there was none.

In conclusion, there has been no peace since their arrival!

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In the twinkle of an eye, morning came after several more days swept by.

Today was Day 4 of the competitions. The entire day once again flew before Levon and many others knew it.

Everything ended as many expected, with a few surprising backs made.

Many refused to back down and admit defeat, surprisingly tricking their opponents out the lines and winning the round by default, after it was verified they demonstrated the necessary passing benchmarks.

The crowd in the arena had grown to an incredulous number, but still not as impressive as it will be tomorrow, DAY 5.

As per usual, some people were kicked out and others were brought in.

Soon, the sun lowered its shiny butt, welcoming the moon’s cool demeanor.

And in a deep, gloomy stone structure, a certain pale-faced man slowly wore his gloves over his pearly glassy skin. And standing behind the man with cross arms and legs spread apart, was a burly figure with red fiery hair and a bandana wrapped around his forehead.

Ghawk-kakakakakakaka~

Gaara laughed heartily. "Tomorrow is the kid’s day. Feels like just yesterday we were throwing him about, doesn’t it?"

"The taste of anticipation in the air, the relish of the wait... Old friend, it’s nights like this that make me squill heartily..." Sultan chuckled, now reaching for his peculiarly styled trench coat. "Too bad, I will not be there to see it."

"Pity." Gaara grinned. "Nevertheless Old Friend, I’ll do my best to get a 360 degree show for us both."

~Heh-heh-heh.

Sultan slowly turned around, now fully dressed.

He was going out for a mission from the order, accompanied by another Lieutenant under Gaara.

"Old Friend, I trust you the most." Gaara squinted his eyes dangerously.

"Trust is a heavy word, friend." Sultan stated darkly. "Though I must admit, it is the proper word to describe our pact."

TRUST.

Slowly walking away, Sultan left a few words behind. "Don’t worry, if there are any clues—any clues in the shadows, I’ll find it."

"Good. The fact that the Master holds no control over you, is why I know you will succeed."

"Hmm."

In under a single breath, Sultan vanished like an illusion, leaving the smiling Gaara behind.

Trust...

Who knew the two of them would use these words in their lifetime?