I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Chapter 332- Festival 63- Raid on a Rainy Night 2

The sudden change in atmosphere was palpable to many, and that included many who were at the female side of the Hostel…..well, the females.

One in particular, Sophie, had been seated on her bed, cross-legged. A brief yawn escaped her lips as the rain started.

Her eyes were droopy, and her brows creased into a frown.

She slowly stood up from her bed, her oversized white nightgown falling to the ground with her subtle steps.

Walking up towards the window, she closed the glass lid shut, another yawn escaping from her lips. She placed her hand on her forehead, a tight headache ensuing.

‘Hah, shit. Who the fuck started that rain storm? It’s fucking annoying when you wake someone from their sleep you know.’

With an annoyed click of her tongue, she jumped back onto her bed, the rebound shaking ever so slightly from the effects of the spring.

She remained motionless, trying to drift back into the comfort of sleep. Or at least try to.

For a few moments, her concentration was perturbed by the rumbling thunder and the frequent bright light from the light of the lightning.

Her concentration was invaded, time and time again until suddenly, her gaze snapped open.

Her pupils shifted sidewards and her body lifted up the bed in a fluid motion as a longsword came crashing down on her furniture.

With a loud thud, the sword collided with the bed, smashing its construct into bits of wood.

Sophie had watched this all occur from the sides, her body tilting sideways in the air while her pupils traced the shiny blade of the long sword.

It felt like the world had moved in slow motion with the depths of her gaze, and in the next, it resumed its usual speed, nearly twice as fast.

A leg curled through the air, reaching for her figure as it aimed a kick towards her abdomen.

Still in the air, she moved instantly, her arms and legs blocking the path as a stifled groan escaped her lips on the impact.

It slammed against her defence, sending her body flying against the walls of her room with a loud thud.

“This one’s awake?” One asked.

“It seems so. They called her Sophia, but all her databases were left blank.”

“Huh? Is the Headmaster of this Academy even sane? Letting an unknown child into the school?”

“It’s the flexibility of the Academy that makes it so popular and exactly why people without a past can enrol so easily.”

The group of five masked individuals conversed with one another as they approached Sophie.

One was particularly large, his muscles and size taking much of his appearance.

Two others were of a relatively average build and the last two were females.

Sophie watched their actions carefully as she rose up to her feet, placing her hands against the wall.

A throbbing pain invaded her senses, sending a swirl of emotions into her body. This slowly encroached on her brain, clouding her judgment.

‘Hah shit….what is this, now?’

She wondered as her gaze slowly dropped down, fatigue clawing at her senses.

She groaned as she clasped her hand on her forehead, attempting to resist the pain.

The figures stopped midstep, their confusion palpable.

“Did you hit her too hard? She seems oddly in pain..” A female asked.

“I was wondering the same.” The Burly man replied as he stretched his hand forward.

“Their bodies were asked of, dead or alive, so it shouldn’t matter.”

He was about to grab onto her when the violet-haired man suddenly grabbed onto the man’s outstretched arm.

A moment of silence ensued between them as she slowly tilted her head towards them.

“can’t a girl get her sleep?”

She asked, tightening her grip suddenly and sending a shiver of pain down the man’s arm as he fell to his knee.

“What’s going on?! Get back up!”

A female asked as she approached the man.

“Yes, quit acting up and get her.”

One of the males interjected as he grabbed onto the Burly’s man’s other arm.

The male and female pulled onto him, but to their utmost surprise, he was nearly unmovable.

They stared at each other and then at the girl.

“Who are you guys anyways? Intrusion into the Academy is an offence, isn’t it? Are you amongst the staff or not?”

Sophie asked as she clicked her tongue, her annoyance growing with her impatience.

‘I need sleep….hah shit, I really need sleep.’

Her head snapped towards her bed, the sorry sight of her broken bed driving her headache to near insanity.

“Hah….these bastards. I don’t care if you’re the Staff or not, now…:

A surge of dark mana exuded out of her body, bursting out in large amounts.

The group of five watched in confusion and startlement, backing off away from their comrade at the sight.

“this energy. This is dark mana.”

“dark mana at the tenth circle….she’s strong.”

“Strong? Wasn’t the plan to go after the weaker Non-System users?”

The other female asked, her question sending panic to the others as a single thought rang through their heads in unison.

‘have we been set up?’

The Burly man screamed in pain as the sound of bones grinding against flesh echoed, Sophie’s grip tightening on the man’s arms.

“A mere level 80? And what did you think you would be capable of doing?”

She flung the man with relative ease into the air, his figure floating like a leaf at the sight of her comrade.

And in the blink of an eye, she slammed him into the concrete wall, a surge of energy exuded from the strike as his body busted through the walls.

The sound and breeze from the rain permeated the room, raindrops flooding the ground as she stretched her arm towards his head.

“Shit! Don’t just stand! Attack!”

A male asked as he charged forward, a burst of energy exuding out of his body while the others pulled out their weapons.

In perfect synchrony, a girl shot out an arrow in a split second, causing Sophie to look up instantly.

Her body warped through the air as she disappeared from the spot, an arrow of earth slamming against the floor as an explosion of sand occurred.

“She’s gone!” she screamed out as the others looked around.

Their gazes warped from side to side as they attempted to trace her movements, but her body was a blur. Inconceivable to the normal eye.

“MASTER SKILL! NASCENT GLOW!”

A male screamed as a shining white light exploded out with such brilliance, igniting the room in a white light.

The others looked away when they heard a scream, one that was muffled out in the middle of her outburst.

The light still shone, but another scream soon pierced the air, the sound of slicing and cutting etched in their ears.

Blood splashed out like a fountain, and bodies trembled and fell to the floor with a loud thud, yet the bright remained. Taking their sight with it.

“Stop the skill! Stop it!”

“Hurry!”

The male groaned as he deactivated his skill, the light immediately dying out in the process.

He looked around, his gaze shifting from the Burly man who remained seated on the ground next to the large hole in the wall.

His breath piqued up, panting heavily as he shifted his gaze to the next figure, a female who had been standing next to him.

“Where are the others?” She asked, her tone laced with panic.

“That attack was supposed to blind her, not help her!” The man retorted, his head whipping about in search of her.

“I know, but where are they?”

The man’s sudden pause in action as his head was tilted in the sky stuck vividly in her central vision.

Her body tensed as she looked up, raindrops slapping against their tight, black bodysuit.

Her breath piqued, her body shivering at the sight. She took a step back, tripping over a concrete block and falling over as she continued to crawl her way back.

“H–How did–

What beheld her was a network of chains, wrapped tightly across the ceiling like a spider’s web.

Long and short laces hanging down like projections from a well-knitted sweater.

There are two comrades hung from the chain, beheaded, with blood pouring out from their necks like an open tap.

It splashed against the floor, its crimson hue filling the room.

She seemed fixated on that, but the Burly man and the other man seemed focused on something more.

In Between the two dead bodies was the little, lilac-haired girl they were sent to detain, hanging onto the network of chains like a spider prepared to capture its prey.

Her purple eyes glimmered with such malevolence that one would tremble at the depths of the gaze.

It glowed in that darkness, as her figure adorned in her once pristine white nightgown was now the colour of a red moon.

The two men stood frozen in place, their panicked expressions palpable.

The Burly man sighed inwardly, his thoughts reeling in.

‘Does the Rhakar know? Does he know of the trouble that awaits us?’

If their speculation was right, this little lilac girl was just one of their fears tonight.

A team of twenty were sent to capture twenty students, but will they return with that twenty or better still, their lives?