I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 128: Surprise, Surprise

Arc 2, Chapter 128 — Surprise, Surprise.

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Fools.

Hendrix pushed his glasses in, moving away from the idiotic buffoons in disgust. It was almost as though he was afraid their stupidity would infect him like a virus.

Several others also moved away from these morons who were trying to put the entire group into collective punishment—should they get caught.

Home, sweet home.

Stepping through the mansion’s double-sided doors, everyone was about to break apart to do their own thing. But something... or rather someone, caused their feet to grow 400 pounds heavier.

Even in their sleep with eyes closed, the group felt they would be able to identify the voice’s owner.

"Well, now," The speaker spoke softly, yet commanding at the same time. "Now isn’t this a pleasant after a glorious day."

The speaker was none other than CLARA!!

There Clara stood, on the 2nd floor. But what was she doing there?

Everyone watched her slowly leave an open dormitory door. And behind her were her henchmen who were carrying a few items out.

In addition, they also spotted several other henchmen appearing with items from the corridors and hallways on the ground floor they now stood on.

"What’s going on?" Someone blurted out with a tone shaky.

Levon rolled his tongue in his tongue, a reflex he developed even when there’s no lollipop in his mouth.

Many also didn’t like the situation one bit.

One must know that whenever the Half-Face Witch appears, it always spelled the beginning of trouble.

With her bangs always covering her eyes and the majority of her nose, it was easy to see why they called her the half-face witch.

Now, the room turned chillier than it already felt.

Closing his book, Hendrix pushed his glasses in, while Payne stopped doing squats too.

Floriana was still sleeping, but her snoring seemed to be lighter than before.

Rita stopped trimming her nails with her trusty card, and Pickler stopped rotating multiple toothpicks on her fingers.

Natalia stood dainty with her overlarge peacock Haori, and Rolo slowly chewed on a drumstick she pulled out from her chest pocket.

Leo stopped moving his fingers across his Gaming device, and Rayna stopped chatting with Artilla.

Shugo stopped munching on snacks, while Levon broke the ball of strawberry lollipop in his cheeks.

As for Victorio and his people, they remained the same.

And now, everyone had but one question in mind: Why was the Witch here today?

They would rather believe Hell was going to freeze over, than Believe Clara can ever come bearing good news.

What was she doing in one of their rooms?

No... the question should be why the henchmen popped into the many rooms while they were away!

It would be a lie to say that the small hairs across their bodies didn’t stand at attention from the unease Clara’s presence gave them.

Levon squinted his eyes darkly, as the corners of Clara’s Plump red lips, ironically raised high.

"My, my, my..." Clara mused. "So much attention for Little Old Me?... Fufufufufufu~... You guys really know how to make a lady feel special. But don’t worry, I’m here to give you all the good news."

With that she clasped both palms loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Fret not, today is just a simple MOVING-OUT day for some of you." As she spoke, she pointed to one of her henchmen who was busy transporting a few familiar cargo away. "See? Moving out day... Isn’t that great?"

(Silence)

Many didn’t know what to say anymore. Her words were clear and simple to grasp, yet they left a terrible stream of quietness that swept over the building.

Clara was amused.

"Come now? You all must stop acting so daft." She sneered coldly, a hint of crude amusement evident in her pupils.

"I guess it can’t be helped then." She continued. "Since you’re all so stupid, then let me break down this piece of good news for you all... The good news involved MOVING DAY."

"Today was the first day of your Final Phase 1 Competitions... Some made it, and others didn’t... So don’t tell me you didn’t expect moving-day to come, right? Com’on, at this point, I don’t need to spell it out for you, right?"

~BOOM!

Her words made the bodies of those who Failed to throb.

EVICTION!

Many felt their bodies trembling, as a mix of primal fear and fury coursed through their veins.

Good news? Good news?... HAH!

This was blatant eviction!

Many felt the world around them spin when Clara finally sealed their fates.

Witch? Are you FUCKING with them?

They felt their breathing growing heavier the more reality seeped in.

Levon darted his eyes left to right, observing that the items taken were the personal items for these Failed Bloodren 10s.

At the same time, several Bloodrens dropped to their knees and butts in desperation... especially after everything they’ve seen today.

"No! No!" They protested. "You can’t do this to us!"

"That’s right? Who can live in the Old Bloodren units?"

After seeing what they saw today, they felt their futures bleak after knowing they will be taken to that run-down poop infested place.

Clara seemed to enjoy their humiliating pleas, though... there was a clear trace of disgust in her eyes when thinking of how lowly they were.

Heh.

It was disgusting.

One must know that no matter how much they beg, it won’t change a thing. What made her disgusted was their disdainful act of crying in abandonment.

Look around you. Does this place look like a place for the weak?

True strong men don’t Drop to their knees and Cry with snot all over their faces. They would rather take a bullet than do such a thing.

Don’t get her wrong... Dropping your knees isn’t always a sign of weakness.

One can go on their knees for the sake of the cause or a mission. But what she and many others won’t take, is the disgraceful act of crying, groveling and begging with snot oozing down your nostrils!

Clara twitched.

"Pathetic..."

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Like so, everyone was introduced into another dreadful; day they never wished to experience—Moving-Out Day.

Everything happened too fast for everyone to react. Almost all items taken away were burnt at the center of the space.

Towels, toothbrushes, PJs, Beddings, Mattresses...you name it. Anything given by the order was burnt using Shard powers, turning into crisp.

Not even the ashes were left behind. Everything vanished from space.

As for their spare clothing, typically everyone has at least 2 sets apart from what they’re wearing now. But one set was burnt.

Underwear matters were even more harshly dealt with than expected. They were allowed to only take 2 other sets of Underwear. Nothing else.

If your underwear gets stolen or bitten off by an animal, make some yourself!!!

Levon shook his head wryly, feeling that the academy should just go ahead and strip them naked since they were willing to go so far.

For him who was given special treatment, he found extra uniforms in his locker space every week.

Do you know how many times he has torn, burnt, or destroyed his uniform during training?

And what about his boots?

He has gone through 6 pairs since then. But do these people only allow those who fail to leave with only one pair?

Tsk.

Brutal.

It wasn’t only Levon who felt this way, but everyone else.

If it was earlier, they would have felt there to be a 50-50 chance that the old Bloodren 10 building will have towels, toothbrushes and even simple Beddings.

But after visiting that place today and hearing its residents speak about sleeping on straw beds made with their hands, one has to wonder whether those taken there will have anything at all.

Several people felt their hearts tighten, wondering if they should pack a few items before joining the competitions in the upcoming days.

If Levon, Clara and many Strong people knew their thoughts, they would sneer disdainfully.

If you can think about making preparations for your potential failure, then you have already FAILED.

"No, no! I don’t want to go!"

"Please, please! I’ll do anything! I’ll be your lackey, I’ll wash your feet, I’ll scrub your big toe!"

"Please, please, give me a fucking chance and I swear you WON’T REGRET IT!"

At this point, all Clara heard was: yap, yap, yap.

Their pleading began to bore little old her.

"All done?"

Her henchmen nodded, before slowly turning to face the pleading group. Well, they moved in sync like terminators, both male and female.

"No! No! Stay the HELL away from me!"

Some people stupidly activated their Shards, waving them around and destroying Interior Mansion property. And what exactly were the rules on this?

As Levon expected, Clara chuckled faintly. One could see she was growing even more irritated by the second.

"You, you, you, and you.... Although your last punishment period was 2 months. Now Take that amount and multiply by 4. That’s my verdict!" Clara stated ruthlessly.

Now because of their excessive rambling, each of you will serve 8 additional months before they can think of taking the Phase 2 competitions again!