I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Chapter 333- Festival 64- Raid on a Rainy Night 3
The rainfall seemed to have completed its purpose, or at least completed the purpose most had assumed it was.

Of course, that was waking up the students.

Most were already on their feet, but a few stragglers were stuck on their beds, ignoring the sound of the rain, the lightning bolts that screamed the skies and the continuous thunderbolts.

Sleep was important to certain people, as the night was a time of rest.

Though the rain persisted, they remained asleep, until something else came knocking on their front doors…..or at least, the back ones.

One such student was Elsie, who had been lying on her bed, asleep and still.

She was in night shorts and a crop top, and her body was sprawled across the bed, in an uneven, disorderly manner.

Even with that, her expression was calm, and her breathing was even as she delved easily into sleep.

This continued for a few more moments until her ears perked up and soon, her body.

At the same time, a loud thud shook the Hostel’s building, causing her body to tense up as she jumped out of her bed.

She ran across her room and reached the window where she opened the panel and poked her head out in the rain.

Another loud thud erupted, its strength lesser than the former.

With a raised brow, she closed the glass panel of her room and walked back in, a yawn escaping her lips as she stretched her slender figure.

Her thoughts reeled in slowly.

‘It sounds like my room neighbour is facing an attack.’

She looked at the side of her room, where the noise erupted from the next room. Standing silently, her ears twitched from time to time, as if she was inspecting what went on by listening to what was going on.

‘…she seems to be in control, I don’t hear her breathing getting disorderly or anything….and must especially…’

Her nose twitched ever so slightly, the familiar, pungent smell reaching deep into her brain forcing creases to form on her scalp.

‘The smell of death is strong, but none belongs to her.’

For a few moments, she remained still, her thoughts slowly processing the unfamiliar information her senses kept picking up.

Her ears acted like antennas and her nose was like a metal detector, detecting changes within the atmosphere with relative ease.

So, at one point, it didn’t take long for her to lift her head up to the corner of the room and stare deeply at an empty space.

Her expression was dark, with a frown on her face and her crimson gaze glowing ever so malevolently.

She couldn’t see them, but she could hear them and, most especially, smell them.

“Come down.”

She stated as her fists clenched tightly.

Her gaze jumped to the side of her bed, at the drawer that stood next to it.

There were gauntlets resting in the space between her bed and the drawer.

As she took a step forward, a heavy thud echoed across the room, and the area she had been staring at warped as five figures revealed themselves.

“She saw us?” one asked, a female with a high-pitched tone. She stood in front of the others, their expressions masked by a black face mask.

“No, this one seems to be a Beastkin. I believe she smelt us.”

“Smelt? A beastkin with a particularly good nose? I thought dogs were the best at that?”

“Never mind the nose. Didn’t you witness her ears twitching? I believe she heard us.”

One after the other, they approached from the corner of the room, their figures, a dark tint in the quietly peaceful abode.

Elsie glared at them, her lips curled into a smirk.

‘they’re all at least at the 8th circle, but I don’t believe these are Non-system users….’

Her thoughts reeled in as questions popped up one after the other, her confusion growing with each question.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?”

She asked.

“Meaningless question from a girl that’s about to die.”

“I agree. She seems dangerous. The fact alone that she is a beastkin should make us wary…..we should all be careful.”

Another interjected, one that had remained at the back of the group.

“Oh please, she’s an 8th circle…..and we’re all within Level 80, what could she possibly do?”

It was difficult, yet at times when one emits energy out of their figure, it becomes gradually easier to learn of their energy levels.

This was especially so for those who were of equal or lesser levels.

Elsie could easily whiff out the energy they emitted in the air, and her hair stood on end on realizing their energy level.

Five level 80s stood in her presence, their aggression towards her ever so palpable.

What could she do against five others of the same level as her?

Well, one would have to find out.

With a sigh, Elsie took a step back, her energy slowly emitting from her body.

“so, none of you will tell me what you want from me?”

The five figures remained silent, one rushing forward in the next second as he replied.

“you will find out after you die.”

Like a breeze, his figure appeared next to Elsie, a surge of mana emitting from his body as a katana swung through the air, its blade forming a crescent arc in the night.

Elsie easily dodged, tilting her body backwards as the sword sliced past her.

The man swung his foot up and aimed a kick for her back when she spun around and grabbed onto his incoming feet.

The force pushed her into the air, forcing her body to spin horizontally while she landed a few feet away.

“Funny you should mention that.”

She muttered as an outburst of crimson mana erupted from her body.

It surged through, her gaze glowing pitch red in the darkness as her body lunged out like a bullet.

The man was caught back by surprise as he stepped back, two of his counterparts joining in from the sides nearly immediately.

One held a chain and the other a shield as she rushed against them.

Her body smashed into the incoming shield, an eruption of sound occurring as a loud thud occurred on landing.

She growled, her fangs emitting out of her mouth as she grabbed onto the shield and pulled it up with the man, swinging him against the wall of her room.

Just as she did so, a thin metal line caught the corner of her peripheral vision as she traced it, the spinning motion of the line taking her full attention.

Her body spun with the movement, the sound of metal clicking as the line wrapped around her and nearly clung to her skin.

By the time the line grew taut and threatened to wrap her tightly, she had pounced into the air, her crimson gaze recognizing the object.

‘Chain?’ She thought as she landed on all four, her gaze etched on the encroaching figures.

“Whew….this one seems tough.”

One of the masked figures stated as he approached the one on the chain.

“She even avoided your chain and shield combo, what do we do now?”

Another asked as they readied themselves and their weapons for the second bout.

“Obviously, we charge in again.”

The one behind stated as the four figures charged at Elsie, each following a different route.

While two ran through the sides, one ran straight up and the other from above, all intending to close in on her and encircle her into a corner.

Elsie observed their actions readily, watching their movements like a hawk. And soon, closed the distance between them, a heartbeat away from reaching her, when a dark, ominous energy crept out of her skin.

It moulded into a ball in her chest before exploding out in a dark, vicious shadow-like form, causing the four figures to retreat instantly in panic.

“What was that?!”

One cried out as they looked around in shock, the darkness creeping throughout the room and enveloping what little light had permeated the room.

“It’s spreading! The darkness is spreading?!” Another cried out in shock, their fear and shock palpable when one of them shifted his head to Elsie.

“The beastkin! She’s gone! Where is she?!”

She cried out when a subtle, yet dumbfounding darkness suddenly absorbed her sight, plunging her into a world of nothingness.

Silence descended in the room, their bodies tense as they remained fixed on their spot.

Nothing was in sight for them. Not the walls, not the beds, not the floors and especially not each other.

It was like each had been plunged into a world of silence, yet, the subtle rattling of the bed, the ticking of the clock, the shifting of their movement as they stepped on the floor. Each and everyone was more than palpable; it was realistic.

Serving as a reminder that they were, in fact, in their target’s room.

“Now them.”

A voice echoed in their ears, resounding louder with a lingering pitch that nearly sent them panicking in fear.

They shifted on the spot, their confusion adamant in their action.

“Whe–Where are you?!”

“Show yourself you mutt! Stupid beast!”

Another cried out, their footsteps echoing as they made short steps back, unconsciously encircling one another until their backs struck each other.

“G–Gale?! Is that you?!”

“Be–Berthy??!”

“Be quiet, you fools! You will give out her name!”

“So–Sorry, Boss.”

The female replied, her eyes constantly blinking as if attempting to perceive the things around her with her vision.

“Wha–What do we do? We can’t see anything?!”

One asked, the tension and fear etched in his voice.

“You can’t, but I can.”

The voice, familiar yet strange, sent a chill down their spines as their bodies acted instantly.

Attempting to get at the girl who had somehow made her way behind them, but it was too late.

The sound of flesh ripping projected in the air as a gust of blood erupted like a fountain.

The sound of falling liquid reached their ears, sending the group of masked figures into a state of shock as their bodies froze midstep.

A light thud echoed, causing the group of masked figures to glance down at the source, their tension palpable.

A cold, low voice shook their ears at that very moment, sending waves of panic through their system.

“One down.”