I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Chapter 384- Festival 115- Raid on a Rainy Night 54
Elves never died. Never easily, at least.

As History would have it, Demi-humans were once considered inferior to the Human species. After all, in a world ruled by humans, there was nothing worth stopping them. Ruling them, besides themselves.

They considered everything and every species below them less than them, and that included the elves.

After the first discovery of Elves, a long time ago. Even before the time of the Demonic Period, humans had set out to capture them.

Slavery. Prostitution. Concubine. The endless torrent of ill-natured intent towards the Elves that ruled the Eastern forest. Captured. Used. Disposed. Reused.

It became an endless loop of creation and destruction, with humans spreading their influence further in the world.

It was during this campaign that many of the known Demi-humans became known. This included the mermaids and the Beast Folks. As well as the King of the Beast Folks at the time. The Monkey King, otherwise known as the Son Goku Household.

Human greed knew no bounds. Stretched into the horizon. Capturing. Consuming. Using.

Conflicts ensued. Battles raged. Wars upon wars. A time of grief, suffering, and genocide.

A front of the Demi-humans coming together to fend themselves against the wretched arms of the Humans.

War raged. But the humans never stopped capturing Demi-Humans. Elves became a rarity. Known for their long lives and resistance to the normal Human Physiology.

They withstood famine. Plagues of diseases. Stood against floods. Drought.

Their resistance to the wicked goodness of Mother Mature as it bore its teeth against humans in its most raw form.

Soon, humans grew curious. Why were the Elves resilient? Not just against natural courses. Not just their long life spans, but their endless gratefulness in the face of Nature’s wicked trials.

They prevailed again and again.

Finally, research was carried out. Experiments entwined the new purpose for Elves. Captures not for slavery nor for their beauty, but simply to be researched on.

To find the cause. The invisible shield that guides them. Protects them from what ordinarily should have killed them.

The result? Nothing really. Nothing satisfying enough, but a mere fact.

Elves were favored by Earth. The Realm of the Mortals. The world is ruled by the goddess of the land, Gaia.

This was history known to only a selective few. Those who sweat to seek the truth would grasp it in open arms.

And Jane Lucia was one of those few.

Floating in the air, with a golden light erupting from his body. His eyes had already peered through the rising dust. The mushroom of chaos that began to disperse with trickling time.

He saw it.

Darrell’s body was held like a war trophy by a man, all too familiar.

‘Roland Sunrise.’ He thought with a sigh.

Just then, the crater below him shook. An elongated metal pole. Golden, exuding a brilliance to it, extended upwards. Squatting on it with a curious grin was none other than Rhett Son Goku.

Jane turned towards him, his golden pupils flicking with intent.

“If you have no plan of joining in the confrontation. Then I advise you to stand aside as you have done so far.”

Rhett laughed out loud in amusement. His arms scratched at his curly black hair.

A gleeful glint sparked in his eyes while his tail swung about in the air.

“Jane, Jane.” He muttered, amusement laced in between each statement.

“I admit, we’ve not been the best of help. After all, Mother did say we should avoid involving ourselves in things like this.”

Jane’s expression grew stern. His lips turned into a thin line.

‘as I thought. That woman never liked the Great Family. Mother had always said she was reeking with poison whenever she saw her….’

He turned away.

‘…not that any of that is my business.’

“Brett and I will participate now.”

A smirk grew from his lips. A smug one. Almost royal.

Another tremor phased through the crater at that point, and slowly, heads could be seen ascending the depression.

Bodies slowly taking shape with it.

Golden light suffused the surrounding air. Students who had been frozen in place from his control were now suffused in that golden light.

The light phased through their bodies, igniting a warm hue within as it swept through to their brain. In their brain, it exploded. A sharp mixture of golden and white that escaped through the orifice, clearing the spell that had bound them once before.

Students who had not been locked in the spell were already out of the crater. Their expression filled with shock and relief at the sight below them.

While the students whose minds were cleared came through to reality.

Their bodies moved as instructed, groans of mental strain escaping their lips as they did so.

Brett’s silver staff emerged from the rubble, stretching towards the sky until it met his brothers and the floating golden child.

“This is your doing, isn’t it?”

Jane shrugged as he watched the scene unfold.

Minds who were once bound to the evil of a spell were once again set free, and his encroachment in their minds had been lifted.

“This is the work of Divine Mana in its purest form. Only a selective few of the Lucia Household are capable of this.”

Brett scoffed as he glanced down as well.

The expressions that showcased on the students’ faces were evident. Expected.

Surprise. Relief. Joy.

A friend had once again regained his consciousness and control.

A brother. A sister. A class representative. All returned to their former state. Once again interacting with one another as a wave of chatter began.

A few of the representatives had their heads up, while a few others were focused on the scenery a few meters away.

The Cyclone of dust and rocks had not dispersed fully. It had not even reached half, nor a quarter of that.

And the System Uprisers were still locked in there, fighting to regain control.

“Still, it should be no easy feat. Something like this must have taken a lot of mana.”

Brett muttered in the silence. Rain pouring down in beats.

Jane remained silent for a moment. While his thoughts reeled in.

‘It did….but…’

He closed his eyes, retreating into his inner world.

Aura came in stars in the Dantian. Mana came as circles around the heart. This was the same for every kind of mana. Including Divine Mana.

Around his heart, he counted slowly.

‘five….six…..seven….’ He paused. A sparkle of life igniting within the depths of his heart. Beating with a rhythmic surge of power and energy.

His lips curled into a smile. ‘…. Eight.’

He had become a Master.

‘Well, this will be helpful, going forth.’

He opened his eyes and turned to his arm, lifting it in his palm.

There, a new stigma took root. A rod staff entwined by a single snake. Asclepius.

Now, he could use three different god attributes at the same time, under forty minutes.

Though, with how much time had expended in his form. He had more or less ten minutes to go.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he turned back to the wind cyclone.

His thoughts arranged in order as he stared at it in silence.

Brett’s gaze shifted from him to the rising wind tide as well. A scoff escaped his lips.

“To think a single swing of your arm would cause something like that.”

“Don’t underestimate me. It was the power of the gods I serve.”

“The gods…” Brett glanced at Rhett. The latter smiling smugly as he glanced back at the former. “There is only one god….” He continued.

“The god of the Beasts, Son Goku.” Rhett concluded.

Jane remained silent. He spent more time within his thoughts than physical at this moment. All forms of puzzles laid in wait for him. Shifting to the right spot to make a bigger picture with a simplified world view.

He needed a way to make sense of what had occurred so far.

Pull in their past actions. Their present actions and formulate their future actions.

A moment turned to a minute, then another and soon, five minutes.

He sighed inwardly, when a voice cut the air, and the silence with it.

“Jane Lucia.”

Glancing down with a raised brow, his expression eased.

‘Oh….that’s true. We were quite capable.’

Below were the Class Monitors and a few noteworthy mentions of their class. Locked and loaded. Eyes sharpened from the experience thrown at them in real time.

Hearts pulsating with blood and adrenaline. Surge of mana and aura running milestones through their body.

They sought blood. And not just any blood.

The blood of the System Uprisers.

‘Well, I can tell they would be pissed. Their minds were taken control of without their consent and were prepared in advance to rebel against the Academy.’

Jane paused for a moment.

‘They must be pissed at them– and maybe themselves for almost falling for their sweet lies.’

He smiled. A genuine one. One that blossomed his features. Casting an elegance across his already beautiful face.

Some gaped at the sight. Mere seconds away from falling for something dangerous.

“You called, Miss Amelia.”

A moment of silence hung in the air for a moment. Just a moment, as Amelia Locks sighed outwardly.

“Firstly. Your appearance is intimidating. Secondly, floating like that while we speak to you from down here is demeaning. We are your seniors.”

Jane’s brows twitched. A slight arch in his brow as he tilted his head slightly.

“Hah, Geez. Amelia. Now isn’t the time for that ego of yours. You know he has a plan, so just ask for it, already.”

Brett interjected in the conversation.

Grabbing the attention of the students gathered. Amelia included.

She frowned slightly.

“I would rather not hear anything from the fool who sat and did nothing while we almost died.”

Brett’s lips curled downwards. His playful smirk gone. Replaced with something colder.

“Yet, here you are, ordering the very same person who protected you meaningless creatures while at the brink of death.”

His voice was warped with something slick. Something alien. A deep, authoritative, hate. Licked between his teeth.

Jane’s eyes bulged open in shock. His head darted to the side.

‘Did…did those words just come out from his mouth?’

Rhett and Brett were a playful bunch. Power hungry twins with the lineage of the Monkey King. A being who riots against the Heavens in many histories of the gods.

Histories that Jane was well aware of.

He had never considered them his peers, but the fact remained still. Once they reached the apex of their abilities, nothing would be able to stop them.

‘…I guess that’s why they’ve never truly reached the apex despite being a direct Lineage.’

He turned away and slowly descended.

“Never mind that, Miss Amelia. You seem to have a sharp mind, knowing that I was trying to come up with a plan.”

Amelia’s gaze shifted slightly. As if she had been pulled from whatever world she had been absorbed in.

“Yes. It seems Carl and Darrell are in danger. I remember seeing them separating to go in that direction.”

“They are. Carl is under the spell and Darrell is close to death.”

His statement sent a swirl of shock through the crowd of students as a fit of murmur began in the uproar.

Amelia’s expression grew dim.

“Darrell’s at the brink of death…not dead?”

Jane chuckled slightly. A smug formation on his face.

“It is as I said. Now, let us discuss the matter at hand.” He paused for a moment, glancing at the cyclone ahead. It had begun to dissipate.

“Time is running out.”