Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Panic attack 2
Noah stood outside the empty room, his mind racing through options with the cold efficiency he’d developed long before Academy Twelve. The immediate, visceral impulse to tear through the Nexus Arena searching for Kelvin was tempered by months of training—emotional reactions led to mistakes. Mistakes led to failure.

‘Think. Process. Plan.’

The Rowes had orchestrated this entire encounter. The meeting, the conversation about Lila, the energy blade—all calculated to provoke a response and reveal his abilities? They’d succeeded. But why take Kelvin?

‘Leverage? Information? Or simple collateral damage?’

Noah started walking, his pace measured but urgent. The corridors of the East Tower felt suddenly hostile, every shadow potentially concealing watchers, every camera potentially compromised. He needed a secure location to think. He needed resources.

He needed allies.

‘If the Rowes are connected to The Purge, and they’ve identified our investigation, anyone could be a target now. Lucas. Sophie.’

The thought of Sophie sent a cold pulse through him. If Kelvin had been right—if this whole encounter had been set up to eliminate those investigating The Purge—she could be in danger too.

Noah pulled out his phone, then hesitated. If the Rowes could intercept Kelvin’s surveillance setup, they could potentially monitor communications as well. Nothing electronic was safe.

‘Back to basics. Face-to-face communication only.’

He made his way back to the Academy Twelve dormitory section, senses heightened for any sign of pursuit or surveillance. The post-match celebrations had died down by now, leaving the common areas largely deserted. Good. Fewer variables to manage.

Noah entered his and Kelvin’s shared room, immediately assessing it for signs of intrusion. Nothing obvious, but that meant little with opponents of this caliber.

Kelvin’s side of the room remained a chaos of technology—screens, drives, processors, and custom-built devices that only the technopath truly understood. Noah moved to Kelvin’s primary workstation, the watch heavy in his pocket.

‘If anyone could leave a clue, it would be Kelvin.’

He activated the main terminal, only to be greeted by a login screen requesting an encryption key. Noah tried the standard override codes they’d established for emergencies that kelvin shared with him, but the system rejected each one.

A message flashed across the screen: “Sequential encryption protocol activated. Next key cycle in: 17:42.”

Noah swore under his breath. Kelvin’s paranoia had finally proven justified—but now it worked against them. The technopath’s systems changed encryption periodically, with keys that only Kelvin knew or could generate on the fly with his unique abilities.

‘All this data, all the intelligence we’ve gathered on The Purge, locked away when we need it most.’

Noah sat back, running a hand through his hair in a rare display of frustration. The reality of the situation was settling in. Kelvin was missing. The Rowes knew about Noah’s abilities. Their investigation into The Purge had clearly been compromised. And Noah had no proof, no evidence to present to authorities even if he trusted them—which he absolutely did not.

‘I need Sophie.’

The thought came with its own twist of dread. Sophie Reign—brilliant tactician, daughter of the Defense Minister, and the one person who had consistently seen through Noah’s carefully constructed facades. She would not be pleased about this unsanctioned meeting with the Rowes. But right now, her tactical mind and connections were their best hope.

Noah sent a simple message from his phone: “Hey…uhm …we need to talk. Emergency. My room.”

While waiting, he continued examining Kelvin’s workspace, looking for anything that might have been left deliberately accessible. The technopath was meticulous about security, but he was also strategic—always planning for contingencies.

The phone buzzed with Sophie’s reply: “On my way. Lucas too.”

Noah grimaced. If Sophie was bringing Lucas Grey—Academy Twelve’s top-ranked student and their ally in the investigation—this conversation was going to be even more uncomfortable.

True to form, Sophie arrived in exactly seven minutes, the precise amount of time needed to reach Noah’s room from her location while maintaining a pace that wouldn’t draw attention. Lucas followed two minutes later, having taken a different route for security.

Sophie entered first, her expression already tight with concern. At nearly twenty one, her composure and presence reflected her upbringing in corridors of power—the defense minister’s daughter carried herself with the assurance of someone who had navigated political minefields since childhood.

“Where’s Kelvin?” she asked immediately, scanning the room.

“That’s the emergency,” Noah replied, his voice carefully controlled. “He’s gone.”

Lucas closed the door behind him, his tall frame leaning against it. As a third-year student, Lucas had the hardened look of someone who had seen actual combat. His normally impassive expression shifted to one of sharp concern.

“Define ‘gone,'” he said.

Noah took a breath. “The Rowes took him.”

Sophie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “The Rowes,” she repeated, her voice suddenly cold. “As in Lila’s parents. As in the people we suspect of being connected to The Purge. Those Rowes?”

“Yes.”

“And why,” Sophie continued, her tone dropping into the precise, clipped cadence that Noah had learned meant she was absolutely furious, “would the Rowes have had the opportunity to take Kelvin?”

Noah met her gaze directly. “Because I met with Elise Rowe. Kelvin was monitoring the meeting from a maintenance corridor. They found him.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

“You met with a suspected terrorist,” Lucas stated flatly, “without informing either of us.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Noah countered. “They approached me after the match. Invited me to a private meeting.”

“And you thought the appropriate response was to go alone?” Sophie’s voice was razor-sharp now. “With only Kelvin as backup? The same Kelvin who once hacked the Academy systems by accident and locked himself in the cafeteria refrigerator for three hours? Oh yes babe, I know all your little shenanigans with your bestie before you found me,”

“We had limited time to respond,” Noah explained, knowing how insufficient it sounded. “The meeting was arranged for an hour after they approached me.”

“So you had an hour,” Sophie said, “An hour in which you could have contacted either of us. An hour in which we could have properly secured Kelvin, prepared counter-surveillance, or simply told you that walking into a private meeting with people we suspect of plotting a terrorist attack was profoundly stupid.”

Noah absorbed the criticism without visible reaction. She was right, of course. His decision had been compromised by emotion—by his complicated feelings about Lila, by his anger at seeing how her parents treated her, by his own buried trauma about parental abandonment.

He sighed. He understood what was done wrong.

‘Tactical error. Emotional decision-making and the outcome? Tammate…friend compromised.’

Lucas pushed off from the door, crossing to Kelvin’s workstation. “What exactly happened at this meeting? Details.”

Noah recounted the conversation with Elise Rowe—her subtle attempt to discredit Lila, his defense of her, and the shocking revelation that she knew about his dark chi technique. He described the energy blade attack and his use of Null Strike to counter it.

“So they know about your abilities,” Sophie said, pacing now. “The abilities you’ve been so determined to keep secret.”

“Yes.”

“And they took Kelvin, who knows even more about your special circumstances.”

Noah nodded grimly.

“This is a catastrophic security breach,” Lucas stated, his years of military training evident in his assessment. “If they extract information from Kelvin—”

“Kelvin wouldn’t talk,” Noah said immediately.

Sophie gave him a look that mixed pity with exasperation. “Noah, Kelvin talks constantly. It’s his defining characteristic. He narrates his own life in real-time.”

“Not about this,” Noah insisted. “Not about me.”

Lucas examined the watch Noah had recovered. “The question is why. Do they know that we’ve been investigating The Purge? Is this about neutralizing a threat? Or is it specifically about you, Noah?”

Sophie stopped pacing, her mind visibly shifting into high gear. “It could be both. If they’re planning an attack on the Nexus Arena as we suspect, they might be eliminating anyone who could interfere. Or…” she hesitated, glancing at Noah, “this could have been Lila’s plan all along.”

Noah’s head snapped up. “Lila wouldn’t do this.”

“The girl whose mother just spent twenty minutes explaining has psychological issues and a history of manipulation?” Sophie countered. “The same girl who conveniently shared information about her family’s terrorist connections with you?”

“It makes no sense,” Noah argued. “Why would she involve us in the first place? We weren’t in their way initially. We only started investigating The Purge because of what she told me.”

Sophie and Lucas exchanged a look that Noah recognized from previous strategy sessions—the look of upperclassmen who had seen more, experienced more, and weren’t about to be swayed by a first-year’s emotional attachment.

“People are rarely as simple as we want them to be,” Lucas said finally. “Even people we care about.”

“What matters now is finding Kelvin,” Sophie redirected, pragmatic as always. “If Webb Python discovers his son has been kidnapped during a school tournament, we’ll have bigger problems than The Purge. The man would turn the Nexus Arena to ash.”

Noah grimaced at the mention of Kelvin’s father—weapons developer, technological savant, and notoriously overprotective parent. “Kelvin’s father is still here? I thought he left since the opening match?”

“VIP section,” Lucas confirmed. “I saw him during your match. He was taking notes on your fighting style, actually.”

“Perfect,” Noah muttered.

Lucas checked his phone. “I can reach out to some contacts—people I trust from previous deployments who are working security for the tournament. Have them look for unusual movement, restricted areas suddenly being accessed, that sort of thing.”

Sophie nodded. “I’ll speak with my father. Not directly about The Purge—we still lack concrete evidence—but enough to ensure no one leaves the Arena complex without scrutiny.”

“And me?” Noah asked, already knowing the answer.

“You,” Sophie said, her voice softening slightly despite her evident frustration, “are going to stay here and not take any more unilateral action that might get someone else kidnapped. Or worse.”

Lucas headed for the door. “We meet back here in two hours. No electronic communications unless absolutely necessary.” He gave Noah a hard look. “And no contact with Lila Rowe until we’ve sorted this.”

After they left, Noah sank onto his bed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Alone with his thoughts, the disciplined calculation that normally governed his actions gave way to something rarely permitted—self-doubt.

‘I lost sight of the objective. Got emotional. Made a mistake.’

Kelvin was missing because of his choices. His abilities had been exposed. The investigation compromised. All because he’d let Elise Rowe manipulate him with carefully chosen words about Lila.

A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Noah was on his feet instantly, moving to the door with silent steps, every sense alert for danger.

He opened it to find Lila standing there, her usual confident demeanor replaced by genuine concern.

“We need to talk,” she said, stepping inside without waiting for invitation. Her eyes scanned the room, noting Kelvin’s absence immediately. “What happened? Why did you meet with my mother?”

Noah closed the door, studying her. Was Sophie right? Had this all been some elaborate manipulation? But the shock and anger in Lila’s expression seemed genuine—and Noah had become adept at reading people’s true intentions.

“Your mother invited me to a private meeting after my match,” he said directly. “Kelvin monitored it remotely. They found him. He’s gone.”

Lila’s face went pale. “They took him? That doesn’t make sense unless—” She stopped, something clicking into place. “Unless they know you’ve been investigating The Purge. Unless they know I told you.”

“How would they know that?”

Lila’s expression hardened. “Because they have eyes everywhere. Because that’s what they do—they collect information, leverage, control. It’s why I came to you in the first place. I needed someone they couldn’t touch.”

Her laugh was bitter. “And now look what’s happened.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed. “Did you know they would approach me?”

“What? No!” Lila looked genuinely offended. “You really think I’d set this up? That I’d put Kelvin in danger?”

For a moment, Noah said nothing, his gaze steady on hers. In that silence, something shifted in Lila’s expression—hurt, then anger.

“You do think that,” she said quietly. “After everything I’ve told you, after everything we’ve—” She shook her head. “I thought you were different.”

She turned toward the door. “I’m going to find Kelvin. And when I do, maybe you’ll learn to trust me.”

Before Noah could respond, she was gone, leaving him alone with the gnawing feeling that he’d just made another mistake—one that might cost them in ways he couldn’t yet calculate.