Chapter 405 - Hidden Currents
What makes the main characters of any fiction distinct?
What makes them different from others? Why are they the main characters and not any random person that can be chosen from the world?
Why?
The answer is plain, simple, and obvious. It is because they possess something that others don't.
They are the chosen ones of the world.
Talent.
They are always talented regardless of what it is since, no matter how no one would love to listen to the story of those who fail, even after trying.
This is the reality of the world.
Some of them are genuinely kind. Heroic and selfless people.
Some of them are like me, who pursue the path of vengeance. The ones like me would do everything to reach the goal they set.
Then, what defines Ethan?
Is it genius?
That is not. Ethan is certainly talented. He may not be smart, but he inherently possesses a special understanding of combat.
Even without thinking, he does the most optimal things. He doesn't need to grasp the essence of everything.
But is this alone enough? Is only Ethan a genius?
No.
Julia is pretty similar to Ethan. She is good at combat and finding her way through awakenings.
Lilia is good at analyzing and understanding. She is good at understanding concepts and natural principles and commanding natural authority while only using mana.
Irina is smart. She is good at academics and good at understanding algorithms and magic.
Carl is strong, and while not exceptional at in-person combat, he is good at strategic combat.
Victor.
He is a one-century genius who understands everything easily, absorbs mana easily, and controls mana as if he can control his breath.
Then, if such characters have all types of talents at the level of genius, what makes Ethan the main character?
When asking myself this question, the answer I came up with wasn't something that was scientific alone but satisfied the conditions.
He is the fated one.
Whatever happens, he has the ability to overcome the things that are thrown his way and get stronger with each opportunity.
His genius didn't rely on his efforts alone, nor his emotions.
His genius was simply affected by the world itself.
This was a special way of being blessed that no other person ever had.
Is this confirmed? It is not. After all, such a thing can not be confirmed since there is no distinct evidence.
But is it wrong to test it?
After all, if it is Ethan, he has the potential to become stronger than everyone in the world.
The future hero who saved humanity.
He is such a magnificent guy.
He will not falter in the face of hardship. Instead, he will awaken another one of his talents every time.
Since the storyline of the game had already been altered to the extent that it is nearly impossible to predict what will happen in the game, why not test if Ethan can face the difficulties?
The evidence was right before me since Ethan was able to defeat Kellan Stormrider, who was a future villain with strength that is parallel to the students ranking 200-100.
Even now, I am sure that if Kellan was allowed to challenge a higher-ranking student, he would win and increase his rank.
But that was no longer the case since I arranged everything in this way.
Kellan fell to his knees, breathing heavily, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their admiration for Ethan evident. It was a victory that defied logic, a result that made no sense given the disparity in their ranks.
But it was a victory nonetheless, and it confirmed my hypothesis.
As long as it is within a reasonable range, anything that seems illogical can be possible when Ethan is in the equation. He is the fated one, the hero destined to overcome any obstacle, no matter how insurmountable it may seem.
'He even awakened a part of his higher blood and used Sunderer of Aesir.'
Ethan's triumph over Kellan was a testament to his unique genius, a confirmation that he possessed a special blessing that set him apart from everyone else.
'And now, the second seat will start showing interest.'
It was a reminder that in this unpredictable world, there are forces at play beyond our understanding.
But that was enough.
With a piece like Ethan, who can overcome everything, it wouldn't be wise not to use him.
'Grow more, Ethan. Grow more so that you will become a spear that destroys those who dared to take everything from me.'
*******
As the dust settled and the brightness of the explosion faded, the crowd was left in stunned silence. In the center of the crater stood Ethan, his spear still crackling with residual lightning. But before him stood a figure that no one had expected.
It was an old man, slightly bulky with a wrinkled face, his presence commanding and authoritative.
"Headmaster?" someone from the crowd whispered, the shock evident in their voice.
The amphitheater erupted into a flurry of murmurs and gasps. The headmaster himself had intervened in the duel, and his presence was nothing short of monumental. Jonathan Verdict, one of the strongest individuals in the Human Federation, had personally attended the fight.
Jonathan looked down at Ethan, who had already collapsed to the ground, his body charred and trembling from the immense strain of his final attack. He crouched down, placing a gentle hand on Ethan's shoulder, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and admiration.
"Why push yourself this far, to the point it destroys your body?" Jonathan mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a profound understanding in his tone, a recognition of the drive and determination that had led Ethan to this point.
He then turned his gaze to Kellan, who was still standing but with a look of utter fear in his eyes. Kellan's breathing was rough, his chest heaving as if he had just escaped the jaws of death. His greatsword was still held loosely in his trembling hands.
Jonathan's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed Kellan's state. The boy was clearly traumatized, his mind reeling from the experience of near death.
It was an experience that left a lasting mark on those who lived through it—the knowledge that their life had been moments away from ending, with nothing they could do to stop it.
But that was the reality of the Hunter field. This was something these youngsters would experience countless times. Therefore, there was nothing he could do.
Those who could overcome this feeling would be successful hunters, while those who couldn't would be left behind.
Life itself was a test.
"I am…..I am alive," Kellan stammered, his voice shaking.
Jonathan nodded slowly. "Indeed. But it should not have come to this." His voice was firm, carrying the weight of authority and wisdom. "The purpose of these duels is to challenge and grow, not to break and destroy."
The crowd, now understanding the gravity of the situation, watched in respectful silence. The presence of the headmaster had shifted the atmosphere, filling it with a sense of solemnity and introspection.
Kaya Hartley, who had been ready to intervene, now watched with a mixture of relief and anger.
The headmaster's timely intervention saved both boys from what could have been a tragic outcome, but at the same time, it showed that he purposefully didn't bat an eye to what was happening here.
But, of course, for Jonathan, it was different.
"….."
The announcer couldn't even say anything as he felt that he couldn't understand what was happening.
A giant appeared from the sky, split the thunder, and attacked the arena, and as if this was enough, the Headmaster personally intervened.
"The result of this duel is crystal clear. The victor is Ethan Hartley."
Headmaster announced.
"Do you have any problems with that kid?"
Seeing Kellan not even having any ounce of rebuttal, Jonathan nodded his head.
'At least you are not stupid enough to deny what happened before everyone.'
Though this kid's demeanor and his actions didn't match what happened in the arena, Jonathan couldn't think about those things right now.
Since, after all, this student was able to use the magic of higher beings.
'Firstly, that girl, and now this boy.'
Jonathan thought to himself.
Two students who would bring change to everything appeared in the academy. This attack just now.
If he hadn't interfered, the arena would be destroyed to the dust, and there would be nothing remaining from the student that he had just protected.
And that wouldn't be enough; even the onlookers would be massacred. That attack contained such high-ranking power that he noticed at the last second.
'First, the imprint of First Lord. And then the imprint of Dragons. What is happening to the world?'
Tides had been changing. He was constantly being reminded of this fact. But, still. It was the first time he had directly experienced what was about to come.
'The next generation is in the Golden Generation.'
Jonathan Verdict, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the amphitheater, took a deep breath before making the final announcement. "This concludes the duels for today," he declared, his voice resonating through the arena. "All participants have shown remarkable skill and determination. Let today serve as a lesson in the balance of power and wisdom."
The crowd, still buzzing from the unexpected events, began to disperse, their minds filled with the extraordinary displays of strength and spirit they had witnessed. The headmaster turned his attention back to Ethan, who lay on the ground, his body still trembling from the aftereffects of his powerful attack.
Jonathan knelt beside Ethan, his expression softening. "Ethan Hartley," he said gently, his voice carrying a tone of admiration. "Your spirit is truly remarkable. Your desire to uphold the honor and fight with everything you have is commendable."
Ethan, struggling to stay conscious, managed to look up at the headmaster. His eyes, filled with a mix of pain and determination, met Jonathan's gaze. "Thank you, Headmaster," he whispered, his voice weak but resolute.
Jonathan placed a reassuring hand on Ethan's shoulder. "You have shown us all the true meaning of resilience and courage. But remember, there is a fine line between bravery and recklessness. Pushing yourself to the point of destruction is not the path to greatness. Learn to temper your strength with wisdom."
Ethan nodded slowly, his body aching but his spirit unbroken. "I understand, Headmaster. I will strive to become stronger but also wiser."
The headmaster smiled warmly. "That is the spirit of a true hunter. Continue to hone your skills, and you will achieve great things."
As medics arrived to attend to Ethan, Jonathan stood up, his gaze shifting to Kellan. The boy was still shaken, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Jonathan approached him, his expression stern but not unkind.
"Kellan Stormrider," he said, his voice firm. "You have experienced the brink of death today. Let this be a lesson to you. The path of a hunter is fraught with danger, and understanding the gravity of your actions is crucial. Use this experience to grow stronger, both in body and mind."
Kellan nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Headmaster."
Jonathan turned back to the crowd, his voice once again commanding their attention. "Let today serve as a reminder to all of you. Strength and power are important, but they must be balanced with wisdom and restraint. Only then can you truly become great hunters."
With that, Jonathan Verdict left the arena, his presence leaving a lasting impression on everyone present. The students and spectators slowly began to leave, their minds filled with the lessons and events of the day.
As Ethan was carried away by the medics, he looked up at the sky, the storm clouds slowly dispersing.
"….."
His thoughts unknown.
Chapter 406 - Hidden Currents (2)
Everyone has their regrets.
Things that they wanted to do but weren't able to?
Wrong choices. Wrong time. Wrong acts.
In the end, it is always something that is wrong.
For some people, it is engraved in their lives.
For Lucas, who had lived his whole life under the shadow of other people, there were countless of those.
The moment when he first lost to Julia.
The moment when he collapsed from overworking and understood it was his limit.
The moment when he lost in the duel against Damien.
The moment he died for the sake of the other people and received nothing.
Those were all regrets.
He had seen all of his future regrets and promised himself he would change them.
To change the future that was awaiting him. To become the star of the light.
Yet, aside from those future regrets, there was always one thing that had been haunting him.
A person.
"Lucas."
White hair tied at the back of his neck.
Cold blue eyes piercing one's own existence.
A pressure that even breathing is hard before it.
A presence for which the world needs to show respect.
Fergus Middleton.
His father.
"Yes, father."
He was one of the strongest beings of his generation. Someone who reached the pinnacle of the world.
Someone who stood at the top of many monsters, many demons.
Blade Demon.
Someone who earned such a nickname.
Yet, for Lucas, the existence of Fergus meant something different.
He was the reason Lucas was like this. From the moment he was born, Lucas was always subjected to the ideal of a perfect heir.
Julia was not that different.
The two were raised by constantly being compared to each other, someone else.
If one asked Lucas what his biggest regret was, that would be the fact that he had never once heard praise from Fergus' mouth.
Not even once.
No ounce of acceptance.
For Fergus, only results mattered, and Lucas wasn't able to show any good results at all. At least, the results he had shown had always fallen short compared to the ones that Julia had.
As a swordsman, Julia was superior. Her talent was slightly higher than his, and that slight difference was all that mattered.
At the end of the day, he never was able to get any sort of compliment.
Even when he died, he felt like Fergus was disappointed in him.
As Lucas stood before his father, Fergus Middleton, the weight of years of unspoken expectations hung heavy in the air. Fergus's presence alone demanded respect, his stature and cold blue eyes piercing through any facade.
Lucas swallowed his nerves, bracing himself for whatever words his father would impart.
Even now, he couldn't stand in his presence completely devoid of anything.
"Lucas," Fergus's voice was deep and commanding, cutting through the arena's lingering cheers. "You did well today, choosing the heir of 'those.' You've shown that Middletons are not to be trifled with."
Lucas inclined his head slightly, a mix of relief and pride swelling within him at his father's acknowledgment.
'Finally.'
It was a rare moment, and he savored it, hoping it marked a shift in their strained relationship.
For the first time in his life, things were starting to get in his way.
"And your swordsmanship," Fergus continued, his tone shifting subtly. "Combining the illusion blade of the Arkwrights with Middleton techniques. What prompted that choice?"
Lucas straightened, seizing the opportunity to explain his strategy, eager to demonstrate his thoughtfulness and skill. "Father, I thought—"
Before he could finish, an overwhelming pressure emanated from Fergus. It was as if the very air around them thickened, making breathing difficult. Lucas instinctively took a step back, his heart racing as he met his father's intense gaze.
"What made you think that we, as Middletons, would need to resort to the puny tactics of the Arkwrights?" Fergus's voice cut through the room, each word laden with disappointment and disapproval.
Lucas felt a pang of dread.
'Huh?'
He had hoped for approval, for validation, yet here he stood, once again facing his father's unyielding standards.
'But, you didn't show the same reaction when Julia was the one that did it.'
He couldn't understand.
What was this supposed to mean? Didn't he do a good thing by creating a new technique for himself?
Why?
"I... I thought it could add unpredictability," Lucas stammered, struggling to maintain composure under his father's scrutiny. Even after all this time, it seemed he was still not strong enough to go against his words.
"Since a straightforward sword won't help us facing human enemies."
"So you are saying that our family's sword is weak?"
Lucas clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to argue. He knew better than to challenge his father's beliefs, forged through years of battle and leadership.
Yet, the sting of disappointment cut deep, reigniting familiar doubts and regrets.
"T-that….That wasn't what I intended to imply." Lucas managed, his voice barely above a whisper. He bowed his head in deference, masking the turmoil within him.
Something. When he looked into Fergus' eyes, he could see something that he had always seen.
Disappointment.
'Why?'
"It is fine," Fergus muttered, his voice strong. And then, he waved his hand, opening the door.
Following that, another person revealed himself.
"Julia."
"Yes, father."
Hearing her father calling her, Julia entered the room.
As Julia entered the room at her father's summons, Lucas couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
Fergus's gaze shifted from Lucas to Julia, his expression inscrutable, devoid of any warmth or emotion. Julia stood tall and composed, meeting her father's intense scrutiny with unwavering composure.
For a long moment, silence filled the room, thickening with unspoken tension. Fergus seemed to be assessing Julia, his piercing gaze weighing her words and actions.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Lucas, Fergus nodded almost imperceptibly, a signal that he was ready to speak. His voice, when it came, was measured and commanding.
"Julia," Fergus began, his tone cutting through the air with authority. "Why did you challenge the heir of the Arkwrights?"
Julia met her father's gaze evenly, her own expression serene yet attentive. "Father, he was the only suitable opponent left to challenge. I wanted to test my skills against someone of worthy lineage."
Fergus nodded again, acknowledging her response. However, instead of easing the tension, a palpable pressure began emanating from Fergus once more. It was the same overwhelming force that had unsettled Lucas moments ago, now directed towards Julia.
'What? How?'
Lucas watched in astonishment as Julia stood unaffected, her demeanor unchanged despite the invisible weight pressing down on her.
"Haaah….haaah….."
His own breaths grew shallow, his chest tightening under the oppressive force that seemed to distort reality around them.
Fergus intensified the pressure, sensing Julia's resilience, making it even harder for Lucas to endure. He felt as though the air itself had turned against him, squeezing him from all sides. The pain was physical and mental, threatening to overwhelm him.
As Lucas struggled, tears welled up in his eyes, his vision blurring with the sheer agony of the moment. The ringing in his ears drowned out any sound, leaving him gasping for air, desperate for relief.
And then, abruptly, as if snapping out of a trance, Fergus retracted his pressure. The oppressive force lifted, leaving Lucas panting and shaking. He looked around, bewildered by the intensity of the experience, and saw Julia standing composed as ever, seemingly unaffected by what had transpired.
'…..'
His thoughts were in turmoil. Sure, he had watched the fight between Julia and Damien and had seen Julia almost beat him.
But this was something different.
Inherently, something had changed inside Julia; he was sure of it.
Then Fergus opened his mouth.
"Then, why did you lose? Why did you challenge him despite knowing that the probability of you losing was high?"
His eyes peered through Julia as he asked this question.
That evoked something inside Lucas since this was the same question that his father asked him when he was the one challenging Damien.
Julia met her father's gaze with unwavering resolve. "Father, to retreat from a challenge simply because the odds were against me would mean I lack as a swordsman. A Middleton does not back down from a worthy opponent."
Fergus frowned slightly, his expression reflecting sternness. "As a hunter, it is your duty to retreat when the situation calls for it. What you did was reckless, even foolish."
Julia stood tall, her voice steady and unyielding. "A hunter may choose the most strategic option, but as a swordsman and as a noble of Middleton blood, I refuse to cower in the face of adversity. A friend once taught me that true strength comes from facing the strongest opponents, not from avoiding them."
It was clear who was the person Julia was implying.
After all, there was one clear guy who boldly announced that he wanted to be a hero.
Ethan Hartley.
"Heh….."
Lucas watched in astonishment as his father's expression softened ever so slightly. A rare smile bloomed on Fergus's face, a sight that stirred a mix of surprise and longing in Lucas's heart. It was a smile he rarely saw, one that hinted at approval and pride.
'Why? Why are you showing that smile? I said the same words, too…At that time, I said the same words too. But you didn't smile at me.'
He couldn't comprehend. Yes, maybe he lost brutally against Damien at that time. Maybe he thought so highly of himself.
But so did Julia. She also lost against him, and she couldn't win.
Then why?
Why was the reaction different?
Why couldn't it be him?
"Well said," Fergus murmured, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "No matter how formidable your adversary, a Middleton never bows before the strong."
He paused, his gaze completely focused on Julia.
"And what you displayed in that duel, challenging the [World of Dreams] of the Arkwrights, it was a testament to your spirit and determination. The fact that you were able to shatter it and go against it at this age."
Fergus stopped, looking at Julia.
"You are the greatest talent that I have ever seen."
CLICK!
The moment Lucas heard these words, he felt like something inside him had snapped.
'I see….'
Something…He came to the realization of something.
The visions of Julia brilliantly fighting against Damien started playing in his mind.
The way she had completely gone against him.
The fact that she would win if her body didn't hold her back.
And then it was another vision.
The memory of Ethan being able to use a skill that he would be using when he graduated from the academy.
The memory of Ethan going against Kellan Stormrider, who could even go against Lucas himself.
The memory of everyone chanting Ethan and everyone watching the scene with pride.
And then, the memory of the look his father gave him just now.
'No matter what I do, it won't be enough for you, will it?'
It felt like everything was against him.
'No matter what I do, I will never be able to surpass you. Is that what you are saying?'
It felt like he would never be good enough.
'No matter what, this world will reject me until the end?'
Regardless of his efforts and the time he put into mastering that illusion blade, Julia could do better in just a matter of seconds.
This world was such a place.
'If this world is such a place. If this world is rejecting me, then what's the point of putting in all of this effort?'
What was the point when he was destined to achieve nothing?
At that moment, he felt something dark inside him awakening.
'Right. What is the point of this world existing if it is rejecting me?
This world... it doesn't deserve to be saved,
It deserves to be destroyed.'
Chapter 407 - Hidden Currents (3)
What is the most dangerous thing that directly affects the trajectory of a human's actions?
Believe it or not, it is emotions.
Emotions are the things that make a human unpredictable, but also things that mostly lead to their downfall.
Every empire that had once ruled the world.
They are ruined by the emperors who couldn't satisfy the requirements of governing such an empire.
But what made those emperors particularly not befitting to such a role?
The answer was clear in the books of history.
While the victorious Emperors polished their skills on the battlefield, their offspring were slaves to their emotions and their desires.
They waged war not for political reasons but rather with their emotions, unable to see the evident outcome in their eyes.
Countless different examples of such emperors existed throughout human history, and it was also the reason why matriarchal societies tended to go to war more often than patriarchal societies.
At the end of the day, one thing was crystal clear.
Humans who couldn't control their emotions were weak, and it was a plausible opportunity to exploit such humans.
That was what the devil in the religions of Earth did.
Same as the demons of this world, as well as their followers.
"Such a fine piece."
Verian Drakos, who was the leader of the operation, mumbled to himself.
They infiltrated the Arcadia Hunter Academy after preparing for almost three years. The amount of resources and time that had been spent on this project was so high that it could cover at least five terrorist attacks in Arcadia City.
Solving and formulating the wards across the Academy. Bridging the sensors, the senses of the Hunters.
Creating new technologies so that they could catch everyone off guard and make them unable to respond.
All of these were done so that they could deal as much damage as they could to the Arcadia Hunter Academy and so that the trust in the government and the world's best Academy would be broken.
This operation was a start for everything that they had been preparing for. The plan was just set in stone.
Of course, while they were planning to deal as much damage as they could to the academy, they were also looking for possible students to corrupt.
Since the duel times were the best times for emotions to go into uproar and cause dissatisfaction.
But, even he wasn't expecting such a scene to occur.
The fluctuating emotions were clearly visible in his eyes. The dark emotions that could even grasp the entire world.
The hatred, disappointment, anger, envy, jealousy, sadness, and sorrow. Strongest emotions a human could possess.
Everything.
That kid had everything.
And, just a little bit of push.
Only a tiny bit of push was needed.
And he did.
Even if he was in the presence of an S-rank Hunter, one of the strongest beings in this world, he didn't hesitate.
Since they could even bypass the senses of the Headmaster Jonathan, why would he fear?
Even if it was risky, the risk was definitely the right choice since he had the possibility to change one of the most important heirs on his side.
Thus, he pushed the seed of corruption, which was covered with shadows.
And that seed of corruption did wonders.
He could see the hatred, anger, determination, and desire in the eyes of the target growing. And, in an instant, it passed the desired threshold.
'Indeed, it is a success. That kid is corrupted.'
The desire to destroy and the desire for entropy had been implemented in the target's mind. From this point onwards, the target would not feel any repulsion towards any demonic humans.
No.
They would rather feel close to them.
'Let's hear from him, shall we.'
Verian mumbled, following the kid under the night. The moment the S-rank Hunter, Fergus, left the room, the target left, not talking to his sister at all.
It was the best moment to have contact with him, the best moment to look.
Verian Drakos, leader of the covert operation within the Arcadia Hunter Academy, silently observed Lucas as he approached, his expression unreadable.
The shadows seemed to cling to Verian, enhancing his enigmatic presence as he stepped closer to Lucas, who stood calm and composed despite the darkness enveloping them.
As Verian reached out to Lucas, pulling him into the deeper shadows where they could speak without interruption, he noted the lack of fear or repulsion in Lucas's demeanor. It was as if Lucas was unaffected by the sinister aura that surrounded Verian, a sign that the corruption had taken root deeper than Verian had anticipated.
Before Verian could utter a word, Lucas spoke, his voice steady and tinged with an edge of curiosity and suspicion. "What is the meaning of this?"
Verian maintained his smile, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "What do you think, Lucas Middleton?"
Lucas's gaze narrowed slightly, his mind racing with possibilities.
He had sensed something unsettling in the air, a shift that he couldn't quite grasp but knew was significant.
But before everything, this voice was something he knew.
'Final Exams. Shadow Attribute. This unsettling feeling and sense of eeriness.'
As he slowly put the pieces together in his head, he slowly understood what was happening.
'He is the demon contractor who led the attack on Final Exams.'
His memory wasn't pixel-perfect as he didn't perfectly remember the voice. But he still remembered the information.
'Fuck this world.'
"Are you here to kill me?"
And since the adversary was a demon contractor, it was evident why he was here. After all, as the heir of the Middleton Family, he was one of the most important targets of the demons.
This was inevitable.
"Hahahahaha….."
Suddenly, he heard a laugh coming from his back.
Verian's laughter echoed softly in the dimly lit corridor, a sound that grated on Lucas's ears, unsettling him. The amusement in Verian's eyes seemed to intensify, his presence exuding a subtle yet undeniable aura of power.
Lucas cursed inwardly, feeling the weight of Verian's presence pressing down on him. "What's with everyone today trying to assert pressure," he thought bitterly, recognizing that Verian was indeed displaying his strength with just his laugh.
After a moment, Verian's laughter subsided, leaving a lingering tension in the air. He regarded Lucas with a knowing look, his expression unreadable yet calculating. "If I wanted you dead, Lucas Middleton," Verian began, his voice smooth and composed, "you would have met your end long before now."
Lucas nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in Verian's words. "That's true," he admitted, his tone steady despite the undercurrent of apprehension. "But killing me wouldn't serve whatever purpose you have infiltrating the academy."
Verian's eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before settling into a mask of intrigue. He opened his mouth as if to question how Lucas knew, but before he could speak, Lucas continued with a quiet determination.
"A demon contractor doesn't infiltrate the academy without reason," Lucas stated firmly, his gaze steady on Verian. "Your presence here and your reaction just now confirm that there's a mission at play. What do you seek to achieve?"
Of course, he was just acting. Though his logic made sense, the reason for his knowledge rather stemmed from his visions of a parallel world.
But there was no need for him to say, was it?
Verian regarded Lucas with renewed interest, his gaze narrowing slightly as he assessed the young heir of the Middleton Family. "You're sharper than I expected, Lucas Middleton," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Indeed, I am here on a mission, one that involves more than mere infiltration."
But then, he showed a rather relaxed smile.
"However, this is not the reason why I am here right now," Verian mumbled as he looked into Lucas' eyes.
Verian's relaxed smile intrigued Lucas, stirring a mix of curiosity and wariness within him. The seed of corruption planted by Verian's influence gnawed at his thoughts, amplifying his disillusionment with his current path.
Lucas's gaze flickered with a hint of resignation as he met Verian's eyes. "What is it then?" he asked quietly, his voice betraying a weariness that had settled deep within him.
Verian leaned in slightly, his expression earnest yet shrouded in layers of intent. "Lucas Middleton," he began, his tone low and persuasive, "you have felt it, haven't you? The weight of expectations, the shadow of comparison that has followed you all your life."
Lucas's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. Verian's words struck a chord within him, resonating with the years of striving and falling short in the eyes of his father and others.
"I know what it's like to be overlooked, to have your sacrifices go unnoticed," Verian continued, his voice taking on a comforting cadence.
"But imagine a world where your strength and your decisions are recognized and respected. A world where you are not bound by the constraints of others' expectations. This wretched world, where no one notices you, never cares about you. Isn't it the time for you to show it what you are capable of?"
Lucas's gaze drifted, memories of disappointment and unfulfilled promises flashing before his eyes.
Those feelings he had just now.
'Indeed. Now that I think about it, why do I need to go against them? Aren't we quite similar, in fact? Why didn't I consider this before?'
Verian's smile widened slightly, sensing Lucas's internal struggle. "Join us, Lucas," he urged softly, his words carrying a weight of promise. "Together, we can reshape the future. We can ensure that your talents are not wasted, that your potential is realized."
Verian's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as Lucas spoke with unexpected confidence. "Talking big for someone whose plans have been seen through," Lucas remarked calmly, his gaze steady on Verian.
Verian's expression shifted to one of surprise, a hint of concern shadowing his features. "Seen through?" he repeated, his voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. "What do you mean, Lucas?"
Lucas shook his head slowly, a sigh escaping his lips. "I've seen them, Verian," he stated with quiet certainty. "The operatives you thought of were hidden, waiting to strike. They are being seen through. Look at this. Can you see who they are?
"
"Callum and Amelia, former graduates of Arcadia Hunter Academy."
Verian's eyes narrowed, a calculating look replacing his initial surprise. "How... How did you come by this information?" he demanded, his tone sharper now, betraying his growing unease.
Lucas didn't flinch under Verian's scrutiny. Instead, he calmly pulled out his smartwatch and began typing, bringing up images of Callum and Amelia. "They're here undercover, waiting for your followers to reveal themselves," Lucas explained, his voice measured. "I've known about them for some time now."
Verian's expression tightened, his mind racing to assess the implications of Lucas's revelation. "If what you say is true," he began slowly, "then we are indeed facing a complication. To think they've been under our watch all this time..."
Lucas's smirk widened slightly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "You're free to confirm it," he offered casually, though his tone carried an undeniable edge. "But time is not on your side."
Verian regarded Lucas silently for a moment, weighing his options. Finally, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a mix of admiration and amusement. "Very well, Lucas Middleton," he conceded, his voice carrying a note of respect. "I will consider this a confirmation of my proposal."
Lucas's smirk deepened, a dark intensity flickering in his eyes. "This is a gift of mine to you," he stated cryptically, his voice taking on a slightly ominous tone.
Verian's smile widened in response, understanding the unspoken implications. "Then let us begin," he declared, extending a hand towards Lucas. "Together, we shall reshape this world."
Lucas clasped Verian's hand firmly, a surge of anticipation and newfound purpose coursing through him. As their hands met, a subtle darkness seemed to envelop Lucas, a manifestation of the seed of corruption that had taken root within him.
"And so it begins," Lucas murmured, his gaze locked with Varian's. The shadows deepened around them, a harbinger of the dark alliance forged in that pivotal moment.
Chapter 408 - Hidden Currents (4)
Verian Drakos, leader of the covert operation within the Arcadia Hunter Academy, watched Lucas Middleton walk away, the shadows lingering around him as a testament to his newfound allegiance.
Verian's satisfaction, however, was short-lived as he felt a faint vibration in his pocket. He retrieved his communication device and activated the secure channel to his superior.
"Verian," a cold, authoritative voice resonated through the device. "Report on the status of the operation."
Verian's expression turned serious as he responded. "The operation is progressing. We've successfully planted demonic seeds among the students, and I've secured a key target—Lucas Middleton. However, there's been an unexpected development."
"What kind of development?" the voice demanded, a hint of impatience seeping through.
"Lucas Middleton provided information indicating that our activities may have been compromised. Two operatives, Callum and Amelia, former graduates of Arcadia Hunter Academy, are here undercover, monitoring our movements."
"Is the information reliable?"
"I was just going to confirm that now."
"I see….."
The voice stopped for a second, but Verian knew it wouldn't end.
"I will be waiting for your confirmation."
"If we confirm the information had been leaked, what should we do?"
"…It will be hard to tell without seeing the details, but we will require a step down from the scene, most likely."
"…."
The fact that the operation that they had been working for three years would need to be abandoned alone made Verian suffocated. He wanted to curse, but he held it in."
"Understood."
"Contact me immediately once you finish your investigation."
"Roger."
BLINK!
With that, the call was over, but his job was not. He instantly contacted their insider within the academy.
Verian activated his secure communication device and spoke in a low, commanding tone. "R, I need you to check the surveillance footage. Focus on the crowd and identify any unusual patterns or the disguised individuals I am going to send some pictures of. Report back with your findings."
There was a reason why R was someone who could easily infiltrate the academy. His abilities were unparalleled.
After all, he had the special trait of [Web]. Once he had analyzed a pattern, he would understand everything clearly.
A few moments later, a voice crackled through the device, calm and efficient. "Understood, C. Accessing the footage now."
As Verian waited for the analysis, he reflected on the unexpected asset Lucas Middleton had proven to be. The information Lucas provided had already shifted the tide of their operation. If this new lead turned out to be accurate, Lucas's value would increase significantly.
Several minutes passed before R's voice came back over the line. "C, I've identified at least ten hunters in the crowd. Their disguises are sophisticated, but their behavior patterns are consistent with undercover operatives."
Verian's eyes narrowed, a mix of satisfaction and concern washing over him. "Excellent work, R. This confirms our suspicions. The academy has heavily fortified its defenses."
R's voice carried a note of curiosity. "C, how did we come by this information? It seems remarkably precise."
"It is not an information you can access."
Agent Zero was silent for a moment, processing the information. "Understood, C. What are your orders?"
"There is no need to do anything more. Lay low for the time being. When the necessary time comes, you are going to be contacted."
"Understood."
With that, the call was ended. However, the expression on the face of Verian wasn't good.
'We are going to lose another piece.'
The fact that there was an internal information leak meant there was a high chance that their undercover agent could be revealed.
And to leave no open endings, there was one thing that needed to be done.
Silencing.
This would most likely be the decision made by the higher-ups.
"Sigh…What a pain…."
He activated his secure communication device once more, contacting his superior.
"Verian," the cold, authoritative voice came through the device. "Do you have confirmation?"
"Yes," Verian replied, his tone grim. "Agent R has analyzed the surveillance footage. There are at least ten undercover hunters in the crowd. Their disguises are sophisticated, but their behavior patterns match those of trained operatives."
The voice on the other end remained silent for a moment, processing the information. "Understood. This confirms that our operation has been compromised. We need to take immediate action."
"What are your orders?" Verian asked, already anticipating the answer.
"All executive agents, including yourself, are to abandon the operation and leave the academy immediately," the voice commanded. "However, the lower-ranked members of our organization will continue with the planned attack. We need to cause a scene and make our presence known. The chaos will serve as a distraction and a message."
Verian nodded, accepting the directive. "Understood. I'll relay the orders to the executives. We will withdraw immediately."
"Do not rely on the information that the operation got leaked to anyone other than executives."
This was to ensure that the members would carry the operation with the faith that it would succeed.
At the end of the day, humans were humans. The moment they knew their efforts would only be futile, they would stop trying.
And faith. It was the strongest motivation.
"I will be careful about it."
"One more thing, Verian," the voice added, a hint of cold calculation seeping through. "Silence Codename R. We cannot risk any further leaks. Ensure there are no loose ends."
Verian's expression darkened, but he knew the necessity of the order. "Understood. Codename R will be silenced."
With that, the call ended, leaving Verian to carry out the directives. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what needed to be done.
He swiftly contacted the other executives, issuing the command to withdraw.
*******
The sun had long since set over Arcadia Hunter Academy, casting the sprawling campus into a quiet, shadowed repose. The amphitheater, once bustling with excitement and energy, now stood silent and still. The day's duels had ended, and the students and spectators had retired to their quarters, leaving only the echo of their cheers behind.
In a dimly lit room tucked away from the main buildings, Professor Eleanor White sat at a large wooden table, waiting. Her expression was a blend of calm and determination, her sharp eyes focused on the entrance. She didn't have to wait long.
The door opened, and two figures stepped inside. Callum and Amelia, dressed in their hunter uniforms, moved with quiet grace. Despite the fatigue evident in their disheveled appearances, their eyes were alert and watchful.
Eleanor rose to greet them, a warm smile breaking through her otherwise serious demeanor. "Callum, Amelia. It's good to see you both again."
Callum sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "You know, Eleanor, you have a knack for calling us at the most inconvenient times."
Eleanor didn't mind Callum's attitude. After all, she had been with this guy for quite a long time in the academy, and she was used to his attitude before.
Amelia chuckled softly, nudging Callum as she took a seat. "He's just grumpy because he's been sleep-deprived for weeks. But really, Eleanor, what's going on? We've been on edge all day."
Eleanor's smile widened slightly. "I appreciate you both coming, regardless of the inconvenience. Please, sit."
Callum and Amelia took their seats across from Eleanor. The room was filled with an air of familiarity and camaraderie but also a sense of urgency and gravity.
"So, what's the plan, Eleanor?" Callum asked, leaning back in his chair.
Amelia frowned, her concern evident. "Eleanor, going after high-ranking executives is extremely dangerous. We're talking about some of the most powerful and elusive members of Valkara. Are we really prepared for this? While using civilians as a decoy?"
Eleanor met Amelia's gaze steadily. "I understand the risks, Amelia. But this is a rare opportunity. If we can capture or neutralize these executives, we can deal a significant blow to Valkara's operations. It's a chance we can't afford to miss."
Callum rubbed his temples, considering Eleanor's words. "You're right; it's a golden opportunity if your source is correct."
"I had already confirmed its authenticity."
"Really? Are you %100 sure."
"I am sure enough to bet this much on it."
"….Sigh….It is annoying…." Callum shook his head, looking at Eleanor.
'She had changed.'
If it was before, she wouldn't behave like this. If it had been before, she wouldn't have risked the lives of civilians to catch just a random executive.
But she was different now.
'It is because of her, isn't it?'
Callum was there, too, when countless students had been massacred by a certain student at the graduation ceremony.
The face Eleanor made. The face when she witnessed her supposed best friend killing her comrades.
Callum's voice softened, tinged with both frustration and concern. "Eleanor, your hatred shouldn't dictate your actions. Not everyone is like 'her'—"
Before he could finish his words, he sensed the mana around them fluctuating. His eyes widened in surprise as the air around them seemed to hum with energy.
Eleanor's sharp gaze caught the change immediately. Callum raised his hand in a gesture of defeat. "Alright, I'll shut my mouth now."
"Good."
After saying that, Eleanor turned to look at them.
"You have already identified at least 20 different members, but none of them are executives. Those cockroaches won't reveal themselves easily."
Eleanor continued, putting pictures on the table. Each picture showed people secretly putting some 'seeds' into others.
"We still couldn't completely analyze the structure of these 'seeds.' They are new products, and their creation seems to be more complex compared to the previous ones."
Callum and Amelia leaned in, examining the pictures with serious expressions. Amelia furrowed her brow. "So, what's the plan, Eleanor?"
Eleanor's eyes were resolute as she laid out the strategy. "They will most likely carry out their attack when the most important duel happens, which is the last duel of Victor Blackthorn and a surprise opponent."
Callum raised an eyebrow. "A surprise opponent? Who could it be?"
Eleanor shook her head. "You don't need to know about that. But it's clear that this duel will draw the largest crowd and the most attention. That's when the Valkara executives will show themselves."
Amelia nodded slowly, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Pretty simple but efficient. But what if they carry it on a different duel?"
"If that is the case, it is better since the risks are a lot lower."
"I see. At the end, we need to be ready."
"Exactly," Eleanor affirmed. "We need to be ready for that moment. Our best chance to catch the executives is when they feel confident enough to execute their plan."
Callum crossed his arms, contemplating the situation. "Alright, so we set up a perimeter and monitor the crowd closely. We'll need eyes everywhere and a quick response team ready to act the moment the executives show themselves."
Eleanor nodded. "Yes, and we need to ensure that the students and spectators remain unaware of our presence until it's absolutely necessary. We can't afford to cause panic."
Amelia added, "We should also have a plan in place to evacuate the crowd safely if things go south."
"The academy personnel had already been trained for such cases. There won't be any problem regarding this."
Callum looked at the pictures once more, then back at Eleanor. "Alright. If that is what you wish, we will do our best to assist you."
"That is good to hear."
*******
The amphitheater was buzzing with anticipation as the final day of the duel period commenced. The crowd had grown even larger, with students, faculty, and spectators eager to witness the culmination of a week filled with extraordinary battles and displays of skill.
The headmaster, Jonathan Verdict, stood at the center of the arena, his presence commanding the attention of everyone present. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the excitement and tension of the upcoming duels.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Jonathan's voice boomed through the amphitheater, "welcome to the final day of our duel period. We have seen incredible displays of strength, skill, and determination over the past few days. Today, we will witness the finest of our academy's talents as they face off in the ultimate test of their abilities."
The crowd erupted into applause, the energy palpable. Jonathan raised his hand, signaling for silence as he continued.
"Our first duel of the day will feature two exceptional students…."
He stopped letting the crowd sink in.
"Seraphina Frostborne and Irina Emberheart."