OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 297: Beautiful Violence

Chapter 297: Beautiful Violence

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Sometime earlier...

Emir and Amon arrived at the banquet hall on the fourth floor.

It was near where the clubs had their daily and/or weekly meetings.

Such a place only existed for the SS-class students; the ones below didn't have such a thing. Not only because of their 'impurity' but also because there was no space on the third floor to house such rooms, after all, the 'impure' outnumbered the 'pure.'

"So... Will you tell me now?"

Amon asked a question that he had seemingly asked multiple times before.

"You mean why I brought you here?"

"Of course I meant that!"

Emir raised his brows, feigning surprise at Amon's reaction of 'anger' towards him.

"Sure, well, as I said... I need a witness, someone the students will trust."

Amon showed a smug grin.

"I see... Who wouldn't 'trust' the principal, right?"

Emir matched it.

"Exactly."

They then walked over and sat among a group of students who almost fell out of their chairs due to the sheer shock they felt.

"Please... act as if we aren't here."

Unlike Emir, the students weren't shameless, so they couldn't act like their principal wasn't there.

"U-Understood Principal..."

But they tried at least, out of respect for the man and the devil on his shoulder.

"Place looks nice, no?"

"It does, Olivia's brought her best cooks as well."

"You're bullying students now?"

"Whaaaaaaat? Me?..."

Though the two no longer paid any heed to them, the students had their every action rehearsed a million times in their minds to avoid being disrespectful.

Emir couldn't help but notice that, yet he didn't comment and continued talking to Amon while scanning the crowd around them.

All the 'named' were there, except Elijah and Aria.

Sofia sat surrounded by admirers, while Max sat with Ava and his group of bullies.

Arthur was in the corner with his friend, talking in hushed tones, their group being the obvious outcasts.

'Hm... it matches the novel so far.'

However, his thoughts changed when his eyes landed on Felix Goldleaf.

The perpetrator behind all the kidnappings.

If left unchecked, this minor disaster would quietly unfold every few days as 'random' students would suddenly disappear.

No signs of fighting would be found anywhere as if the students had willingly gone off the grid.

Some might wonder how Felix had done such a thing.

It was simple.

His targets had their drinks spiked, except that it wasn't drugs that they would ingest but something way worse.

A part of the symbiote itself.

This meant that their bodies would be under his control.

For a short while at least, as the symbiote was spread too thin.

So they were to be controlled until they died a silent death... A death akin to the disappearance

of their physical form. Since they not only died but literally changed forms as Felix's stomach digested them into pure energy that would sustain 'its' existence.

'That's one disgusting monster...'

Emir didn't want to think about it anymore, as the way it did things brought him furrowed brows.

'Let's get this over with.'

His eyes finally locked on to the nervous Felix, whose speech paused as he noticed his professor's rising smile.

And Emir was indeed happy.

It had been some time since he last fought or killed anything.

Usually, his urges would be taken care of by Lyra, but they didn't have time to kill each other recently.

So he walked over to the middle of the room, expecting the unexpected, secretly wanting things to go wrong.

"Did anyone here kill someone before? Please raise your hand if you did."

His words rang out, immediately drowning out the chatter.

"Don't worry about the legal stuff; Principal Amon guarantees that no harm will come to

you."

Emir scanned the audience that whispered amongst themselves, obviously surprised about such a question.

They knew his words to be true, they could say that they did it and nothing would happen to them, but it wasn't only because they thought Emir to be trustworthy but because Amon allowed his name to be used as a guarantee.

It was their principal, the second strongest man in the world, his word, his presence was to be

trusted.

it was a genuine fact that not a single student in the room had killed before, not Sophia,

not Max, not Ava, not Quinn, and definitely not Arthur.

But just as Emir was about to move on, someone brave and true raised their hand.

"Oh, someone did? May I know your name, student?"

His interest was sparked by that boy, and he truly didn't think that anyone would've had the privilege to experience such a feeling. Especially not a first-year student.

"I'm Xavier Jr Professor; I'm in your class..."

He ignored the last part where the boy looked down, slightly dispirited, and asked:

"When did it happen?"

"...I've carried on his name since last year... He died... My father died in the army."

Emir's smile left him as he finally realized who he was talking to.

This boy was Xavier's son, the very man who led Jake and Emma into a losing battle for

survival.

[Was he important?]

[No, he was one of the first who got kidnapped, his story was cut short.]

[I see...]

"...May his soul be soothed by your achievements."

Xavier brightened at his compliment, about to thank him, but Emir turned around and faced

Felix, giving the kid his back, no longer showing the interest he once showed.

He then took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, while heading towards the

symbiote.

Those who saw his eyes almost shrieked but somehow managed to stop themselves in time,

fearing his reaction.

"Well, with the exception of Xavier over there..."

His heavy steps echoed as he unsheathed his twin swords.

"I'll be showing you a dead body for the first time."

It all happened in mere moments.

Emir first positioned himself precisely, feet firm on the ground, his legs coiled like springs,

gathering energy.

As he swung his right, his hips and torso rotated with controlled force, translating the power from his legs into a powerful motion.

His arm guided the sword towards the target in an arc, while his wrists provided perfect control over the blade's trajectory.

Then, at the critical moment, he tightened his grip on the sword's hilt, channeling the force of

the swing into its edge.

Swish!

The air was cut, and Felix's head flew up above, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

His face contorted as a bloodcurdling scream was to leave his mouth...

And yet nothing was heard except for the shattering of goblets, spilling all the drinks.

That wasn't all, however.

A loud crack resounded next as the lower part of Felix's head was squashed to the ground. Emir then kicked the air in an empty direction, flicking the blood off his shoe.

'Violence for the sake of justice sure can be beautiful.'

Moments passed, and he turned back to the students, his smile returning to grace his face as

he offered them a subtle nod.

"Thank you for watching everyone; I hope you learned something from it."

His previous thoughts were correct since objectively, his performance would be considered

beautiful indeed... if only the last part was glossed over, of course.

But it appeared that the students didn't share his sentiment.

"...RUN!"

"KYYAAAAAAAAH!"

"I TOLD YOU HE'S INSANE!"

"FUCK OFF BITCH! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"

"YOU'RE LEAVING ME?!"

"STOP RUNNING OVER EACH OTHER YOU IDIOTS!"

"COME BACK HERE!"

"IN ORDER PEOPLE!"

"GO GO GO! THE DOOR WILL OPEN!"

Only after they registered his words did the screams resound-horrified screams, ones that

came from the weak who began rushing out of the banquet hall, afraid that they would be

killed next.

The 'named,' with Arthur as an exception, remained seated, as well as a select few of the

'unnamed,' of course.

While they had many opinions about their new professor, a rampaging serial killer wasn't one of them, which was quite unlike Arthur's reaction as he rushed to the exit, terrified, mumbling to himself or rather to his systems.

Meanwhile, Amon face-palmed in the corner, already thinking of the trouble he'd have to

deal with to calm things down again.

But that was for later.

Now, he commanded Brain to shut off the doors so that the students wouldn't leave and

spread chaos outside. Some tried to outsmart the situation by rushing to the balconies, but Emir's gaze frightened them, not allowing them to step any closer.

His actions weren't just about controlling the crowd; he knew he wasn't finished yet. He

expected that something would go wrong, and indeed it did.

However... it unfolded in a manner far better than he had imagined. Amidst the brief silence in the room, 'Felix' had come back to 'life.'