The Unvanquished: Child of Nihility-Chapter 57: Ghost-Hand Assassin king

"Are you so desperate to see me, Mr. Principal? And who did you say is a fool and ambitionless?"

A figure materialized from the shadows.

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"Is that how you address your elder, Emmett Lee? You’ve been running amok lately. But looking at it now, I assume it must all be related to having a genius younger brother who attracts trouble."

Instead of answering his question, Principal Stuart ignored it, as if responding wasn’t worth his time.

He only commented because Morca’s sudden display in the academy trial caught his attention. It was rare–for a Saint-level expert to defeat someone ranked above him, yet Morca had just done that, claiming the top position in the academy’s survival trial ranking.

Such a genius was exactly what the academy urgently needed right now, so he subtly shifted the conversation.

Across from him was the standing Emmett Lee, whose clothes torn in places, some bearing the marks of cuts. Yet, despite his rough appearance, there was no sign of fatigue or exhaustion on him. That same signature silly smile still lingered on his lips.

"So you think you’re worth my respect, Mr. Principal? Hahahaha!" Emmett burst into laughter, unconcerned if anyone heard him. As he knew no matter how loud he was, those not on the top floor wouldn’t hear him. And even if they did–he didn’t care.

Even while standing in front of the powerful principal of Eden Domineer Academy, Emmett didn’t flinch or show the slightest hint of nervousness–making one wonder just how mysterious he really was, to stand so casually before a powerhouse like this.

"Let’s drop the word games and talk properly. Or you should just leave. As I have more pressing matters to attend to," the principal said in a calm yet firm tone, showing no signs of backing down.

Sneer.

Emmett sneered as a chair materialized beneath him. Taking a seat, he poured himself a glass of golden liquor that is up above the table and took a sip. "What a fine liquor. Where did you get it? A treasure like this deserves a place in my private collection," he remarked casually.

"Hmph. I stumbled upon it at an auction house when I traveled to one of the other two states. I got lucky with the highest bid," the principal replied, as if it were no big deal.

"Hehe... I suppose being a principal means you get whatever you want. How about–" Emmett grinned mischievously.

"Hey, fool. Stop the nonsense and tell me why you’re here."

"I want to be an instructor at your academy," he dropped the bomb, and silence fell over the balcony. For the first time, Emmett tone sounds serious.

Principal Stuart’s gaze deepened as he turned to look directly at Emmett. He tried to see through the man’s usual facade, but no matter how hard he stared, he saw no fluctuation in expression–just that silly smile staring back at him.

"What the hell is going on in that ridiculous head of yours? A lazy, crazy fool like you suddenly wants to be an instructor?" Principal Stuart asked, not moving his eyes from Emmett. "Fine. Let’s say I agree. You can only teach the elementary class. You won’t gain anything from it, so drop the act."

That was when the silly smile vanished from Emmett’s face. He stood up.

"I’ll be teaching the Unique Class." He said as if saying no is an offence, he continue "As for my reason–one: my little brother will pass the next trial and achieve at least a Mythical-grade in one of the four physique tests.

In other words, I want the responsibility of training him, under one condition–my identity as an instructor must never be revealed."

He wasn’t saying this just to get the principal’s approval. He knew how terrifyingly talented Morca was. In the few days he had secretly trained him using unorthodox methods, Morca had shown growth beyond reason. Emmett still couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew–Morca would pass at least one of the four physique trials as a Mythical-grade.

The principal frowned. He couldn’t believe that was the reason this lazy man wanted to teach the Unique Class. Even if Morca really did qualify, he still wasn’t inclined to let Emmett take charge. Not because Emmett lacked ability–but because he lost interest far too easily. Morca might be his drive now, but... what if something happened to Morca? What if he lost interest then?

"You can’t be serious. Do you even know what it means to be an instructor?" Principal Stuart stood from his relaxed seat and said, "It means abandoning your self-interests, dedicating yourself to raising a group of children, paying attention to each of their unique personalities and growth paths. And you, Emmett Lee–I don’t see that in you."

The principal’s face steamed slightly from how serious he had become.

’I knew he wouldn’t agree if that was the only reason... but he doesn’t know this is just a whim I came up with.’ Emmett thought to himself.

He gazed into the distance, his voice taking a serious tone.

"As for the second reason, five days ago, Morca and I were ambushed by six fools who thought they could take me down. Among them... was a red-masked Lord assassin–titled the All-Knowing Lord of the Dark Avengers Club...

an elite member of a branch of the Dark Assassination Organization. When I was done dealing with five members of them in the group and was about to finish the last one–the all-knowing assassin..." he paused as a fragment of memory flashed.

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In an unrecognizable, abandoned building, silence hung in the air. A great battle had just taken place here. At the center of it all stood a man dressed in a dark hooded cloak, his identity hidden. His face was obscured by a diamond mask, revealing only his piercing crimson eyes. In his hand, he firmly grasped a double-bladed, shadowy black weapon, connected at the middle by a single hilt.

Crawling before him was a battered man, now unrecognizable. One of his eyes was blinded, with blood steadily seeping from the hollow socket. His brown hair was matted and stained red. Even in such a broken state, the man still wore a grin on his face.

"Hahaha..."

He laughed wildly.

"You think you can hide it? Coming after us only confirmed it. Not only were you... augh–"

An agonized scream followed as blood sprayed from his mouth. The diamond-masked man didn’t move, but a gaping hole could be seen in the crawling man’s left shoulder.

"Ghost... augh... hand... assa... ssin... your bro...ther... heave... pursuit wi... aughgh–"

He struggled to complete his words, but the pain was overwhelming.

The diamond-masked man raised his hand, ready to end the pathetic life before him–

But suddenly, a smoke-like figure appeared. At first, it took the shape of a small crow, then shifted into a humanoid form cloaked entirely in black smoke. It stretched out a smoky-hand, and the crawling man vanished–only to reappear, floating beside the smoke figure–before dissipating into thin air along with the dying man. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

A message lingered in the air.

" In As much as I want to test your strength, I can’t afford to waste time here. See you another day, Ghost Hand."

The voice echoed through the sky before silence returned once more.

"A Beyonder..." the diamond-masked man muttered, turning his gaze toward Section Four–or more precisely, the Sherman residence. "They’re already everywhere in Eden. I suspect almost all seven ancient families have been infiltrated by at least one of them... or perhaps even their descendants."

Sign.

He sighed deeply, thinking to himself,

Things are spiraling out of control. I think they’ll make their move soon.

He paused, scanning the surroundings before murmuring,

"He needs to grow stronger. Reaching the Limited Paragon rank in four to five years might be possible... if enough pressure is applied."

And with that, he vanished from the scene.

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"Huh, a Beyonder appeared."

The principal frowned as an immense aura surged out of his body. The space cracked before the aura gradually calmed.

Space twisted as Emmett Lee’s figure disappeared, his voice echoing from the balcony:

"I’ll be returning to resume my role as an instructor. Please, Mr. Principal, make the necessary arrangements. I have something to attend to before the switch of identity..."

’Those bastards are running amok in my territory state. They might have forgotten the Land Ruler–Stuart di Milla.’

His entire presence shifted, an indomitable aura anchoring the balcony in place. The air dared not stir. For a brief moment, all of Eden Domineer Academy fell silent.

He paid no mind to how rude Emmett Lee’s words had sounded–he remained unbothered. That was because of Emmett Lee’s mysterious background.

Had it been anyone else who spoke in such a manner, heads would have rolled–even if it was one of the three vice principals.

He wasn’t the principal of Eden Domineer Academy because of connections or underhanded tactics. He earned that title through sheer, formidable power.

Sign.

A long breath silenced the balcony....

He sat back down on the fluffy, white, comfortable couch. As He filled a glass filled with the golden liquor before downing it in one go.

looking at the screen once again, still displaying Morca’s data. "I’m looking forward to your physical test results..."

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