[Prerequisite has been met.]
[Initialing System…]
[1% 2% 3%... 6%... 8%... 10%]
[System's awakening stuck at 10% due to insufficient energy. Master is adviced to head to areas with abundant natural essence.]
[Due to initialisation being only at 10%, system functions are limited. The host can only view his profile, accept missions and receive rewards.]
Valen felt an intense bout of dizziness, causing him to clutch his head with one hand while other kept the thick book into his bag.
"W-where are we?" The shaky voice of a fatty brought Valen to reality.
Glancing around, the first thing he saw was a row of blue words floating before him. An ominous premonition washed over him as he didn't know what was happening.
But something deep within told him that he definitely wasn't in his previous world any longer and this thought made him panic.
'No, I can't be here. I have to go back. I have to return to my sister.' Valen creased his brows as he thought of what to do.
"Everyone, no need to panic. Follow my lead let's search for the nearest shelter. The weather isn't good and it might rain at anytime." The familiar voice of Mr. Benson jolted Valen into action.
He dismissed the screen before him with only a thought and began to scan his surroundings. Tall, weathered trees stood like unbeatable knights for as far as the eyes could see, causing Valen to wear an heavy expression.
All the boys immediately gathered behind Mr. Benson and although there was fear and uncertainty, they saw their survival tutor, Mr. Benson, as their default leader for now and didn't dare to make a sound.
Mr. Benson squatted and brushed his fingers on the ground covered with leaves and branches.
He took a few careful steps forward as he observed things in precise detail. A few minutes later, he pointed to the left and said:
"There are foot trails here, signifying a constant passage of individuals. Following that, we'll head left."
Everyone nodded. They naturally wanted to get to get to the nearest human settlement as quickly as possible.
Just as they all took a step forward, heading left, an unexpected violent gale caught them off guard and sent everyone reeling a few steps backward.
Valen immediately adopted the stance of being ready for a fighter. In fact, he wasn't alone as everyone had begun to act vigilantly.
"L-look over there!" A fat teenager pointed in a direction while he trembled in visible, undisguised horror.
Valen also looked over and what he saw left him gaping. Two adult men clashed with one another in a frightening show of force.
One of them was a middle-aged man dressed in a worn-out shirt and torn trousers which had a scabbard attached to it. He wore a cold, savage expression on his face as he continuously swung his sword at his opponent, sending out dozens of white light at him.
His opponent, however, looked even more sinister. His deep grey eyes glinted with ferocity and his blood-red lips showed a cruel smile. With a black cloak draped over his shoulders and the black crystal staff he held in his right hands, he would become the stuff of children's nightmares if he were allowed to let loose.
The black-cloaked man let out a cold grunt as he swung his staff, releasing an arc of thick black light.
Bam!
Both attacks colliding mid-air, pushing them both backwards. Without hesitation, they dashed at each other once more as they continued their crazy fight.
Valen's heart was beating wildly in terror as he took several steps backward. He knew, without a doubt, that the strong gale from before had most likely came from these two fellows.
'As expected, we're in another world. But just how powerful are these practitioners?' He thought in dismay.
"I think we should leave here now that we still can." Philix whispered in a voice low enough that everyone could hear him.
Valen deeply agreed with this statement. Suddenly being sent here from Blue Star(AN: That's the name of his previous planet.) wasn't anything good at all, so the more careful they acted, the higher the probability of keeping their small lives. Otherwise, they wouldn't even know how they died.
"You're right, Philix. We have to go… quickly." Another voice immediately agreed with Philix's suggestion.
Looking over, Valen noticed it was a boy wearing glasses. His slight brownish hair stood out the most in his appearance. His name was Brownie, the calmest guy in class.
Mr. Benson shakingly tore his gaze away from the battle of the two experts and nodded; "You're right. Our whole school grounds was sucked into the vortex so presumably, the others, not belonging to our class but present at the site, must be somewhere nearby. Let's find them and unite."
"T-tutor, o-over here." The stammering voice of the fatty from earlier drew everyone's gaze once again. Valen wore an odd expression as he gazed at Tummy, the fat teenager. But his gaze didn't linger as he turned away.
Tracing the end point of Tummy's finger, everyone saw that the black-cloaked man had mysteriously appeared behind them, glancing at them with a wild grin plastered on his face.
'What was he doing here? Wasn't he fighting earlier?' Valen gazed toward the battlefield in the distance and what he saw left him shaken.
The middle-aged man was impaled on one of those tall withered tree with his own sword stabbed through his shoulder as blood continuously dripped down. Even so, the man continued to struggle, but to no avail.
Valen's heart turned cold as he quickly retreated by several steps. Everyone did the same and some even turned tail and ran.
What a joke! They had witnessed the horrifying might and ruthlessness of this man. Right now, what would await but death if they were to linger and spout rubbish?
"Hahahahaha!" The black-cloaked man let out a laugh filled with so much ghastly coldness that Valen felt a chill crawl down his spine. Turning to face the escaping students, the man swung his staff, sending a wave of black light at them.
In no time, screams resounded as more than ten people were torn in two - split from the centre of their bodies.
"AAAAAH~" The remaining males who hadn't ran but intended to, halted their steps and let out screams of terror.
As youths from Blue Star, where killing was a grave crime, seeing such a bloody scene left them nauseous and so scared their legs nearly caved in.
Valen's mouth went dry from horror. He didn't understand why this man would act in such a lawless manner.
Thankfully, he hadn't run. But then again, he shook his head. Even if he didn't run, he might not even survive today.
Sure enough, the black-cloaked man raised his staff once more as he spoke in baleful voice: "Daring to talk while I, Hawthorn, haven't permitted it? You deserve death!"
Valen almost spat blood in anger. This black-cloaked man had killed so many people all because they had spoken? Wasn't he the one who went ahead fighting in a public space and even allowing the aftershock from his battle to affect them?
'Because you're strong doesn't mean you have the right to bully others. Such behaviour… I despise!' Valen sneered inwardly.
At this moment, just as the black-cloaked man was about to attack, Mr. Benson with his scholarly and slightly aged appearance, stepped forward.
Placing one hand on his chest as a form of greeting, he said: "Honourable Mister, we, indeed, were in the wrong in this affair. But I must say that as people from the older generation, we must exercise some patience and leniency towards the young ones."
Valen immediately became anxious when he heard Mr. Benson's words. Although they sounded polite on the surface, when placed in a brutally honest way, it meant: "We were indeed in the wrong but why must you kill for such a trivial? Especially as someone older!"
The main point was that Valen understood that with the temper of the black-cloaked man, he certainly wouldn't tolerate Mr. Benson.
'Why must you talk like this? Don't you understand that we aren't in Blue Star anymore and you can be killed by a slight wave of the hand?'
"Good. Good. Since you're so eager to die, I'll give it to you." As though affirming Valen's thoughts, a murderous glint flashed passed the black-cloaked man's eyes as waved his staff at the remaining high schoolers.
A terrifying black wave several times larger than the previous ones appeared and shot towards them.
Valen raised his hands to block his face even though he knew it was a futile effort while feeling greatly unwilling inside.
'I had just arrived into this world and I'm going to die just like that? That vortex! That evil vortex! Sigh, sister, I'm sorry. I couldn't survive in the end. Live your life well. Big brother is going now.'
At this point, Everyone had resigned to their fate and even Valen had given up.
Just as the black wave arrived and Valen readied himself for the pain of being split apart, a massive fist shadow appeared out of nowhere and blasted the black wave blast.
With a deafening boom, a shock wave rolled out, parachuting Valen and the others through the air while they incessantly released mouthfuls of blood.
At this instant, a cold, doomineering voice arrived: "To think that a demon worshipper like you actually dared slay people on my turf. Hawthorn, give me a reason to not kill you!"
Immediately Hawthorn heard this voice, his expression changed drastically.