I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 143: Summoned!

Arc 3, Chapter 143 — Summoned!

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They say a mountain is difficult to move.

But, with the right excitement, certain mountains could feel the tremors in their cores.

Isn’t that something?

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Location: The Vatican—A symbol of a dying power to many.

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Dying?... Huh.

They say true POWER lies in the ability to make the entire world believe in whatever shit flicking notion they have.

Make no mistake, this place, the HOME of the Hillgarons, had more to it than meets the Eyes.

Din... Din... Din...~

The steady rhythm of footsteps softly clapped against the intricately designed, platform floors. Soon the footsteps ventured into a monstrous room.

What a sight.

Under the golden glow of the ancient candles and chandeliers on the walls, the grand hall glittered softly.

The intricate frescoes of angels and saints adorned the ceiling. It was as though their ethereal gazes casted judgment over the assembly below.

It was a breathtaking hall. Sadly, no one had any inkling for admiring its beauty.

The air was pregnant, pregnant and thick with incense and arrogance.

The Hillgarons—the Vatican’s elites, had gathered in their opulent robes and attires.

They sat in a half-crescent formation, overlooking the stranger who stood far down below at the center.

Father Notchra stood at the center, unfazed. He had thick circular spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose. It was amazing how he kept those things on... when they had no Temples.

{**The Temples of any pair of glasses, is the long stick-like support, connecting the frame to the back of one’s ears.}

{*** Lenses are attached to Frames, and Frames are attached to Temples.}

Father Notchra’s frames sat on the bridge of his nose without any support.

Although calm and respectful, his sharp blue eyes sliced through the ground like blades.

"Raise your head, Notchra."

The speaker was the Pope, seated on his gilded throne. He had not raised an octave. Yet, his voice decided an air of superiority, with every boom of waves it unleashed.

"Notchra, there’s a particular boy..." The Pope began, slowly taping a single fingernail on his armrest.

"This boy, this... anomaly is reported to have a peculiar shard that can transform into a different object... one too contrasting from its original."

"So far, it has been reported of his Shard change from Katana to Gun..."

Father Notchra’s eyebrows jumped. His first thought was to say it was impossible.

In the history of the world, there has never been a shard that can change its fundamental form into something completely different.

Notchra ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. ’Well, now... isn’t this something....’

It was hard to completely eliminate the lust for uniqueness in his gaze.

This ability—a gift from God or a radar for destruction, it all depends on the wielder.

"His Holiness... Elders... Such an ability, I’m afraid, is one even I, the grand keeper and Librarian, have no knowledge of. However—"

Notchra adjusted his Temple-less spectacles. "Such a powerful and never-seen before ability, means there’s more potential lurking in that boy."

Who knows... perhaps the boy might be just what we need in shifting the balance in the upcoming crusade against the UNDEAD.

But, it was undeniable that he was still too young.

Looking at it logically, what could a newly accepted Bloodren 10 do right now to shift the tide in their favor?

Indeed, there are exceptions like the little 7-year-old girl who rose to higher ranks in 2 years.

This boy might be a powerful Climber, rising up the ranks just like her. However, what are the odds of that?

From what he just heard, the boy is sort of slow on the progress side.

’While his shard is unique, it’s unlikely he’ll make any great accomplishments for the time being.’

Everyone thought so too.

Still, they could just leave things as it was.

"Father Notchra," The Pope continued. "I’m aware of the many vital operations you’re carrying out, each vital to the CAUSE... However—"

The Pope paused, raising the tension in the room to a palpable state. "We’ll be granting you 2 Weeks... 2 weeks to identify the real potential and abilities lurking within this Boy’s Mysterious shard."

The real question here was why they misidentified it was a Pile 1 shard when it held so much potential within it. Perhaps it could even be a Pile 20 or 21 Shard.

Either way, as Chief Pheelfo Librarian, it’s Father Notchra’s duty to figure it out.

"Be happy Notchra... in this way, won’t you spend time with that disciple of yours?"

Notchra chuckled softly. ’This Old man has but one person in this world he cares most about.’

Notchra adjusted his spectacles in amusement. ’I wonder how the little girl is doing?’

He called her Little Girl, but she was very FULLY GROWN.

With his orders given, Notchra inclined his head slightly.

"I accept all orders."

"Good. You’ll be passing through the BLOOD LINE, Route zero... Before departure, you’ll receive a package. That package must be dropped off at the BYGONT."

Then, the Pope leaned forward with a piercing gaze. "The upcoming crusade is upon us. With the Master awakening, tis’ only a matter of time before the other side breaks out."

"That said, you delivering the PACKAGE is paramount."

So no matter what dangers Notchra faced, the package must be delivered.

Make no mistake, Blood Line, Route zero was the most dangerous route to use within the Blood Line. And with the sort of package Notchra would be carrying you can bet he’ll have his hands full.

Blood Line, Route Zero was no doubt the most dangerous, but... the most necessary one right now.

The Pope, his Holiness, chuckled softly.

"Very well, Father Notchra. We expect a report on the shard and the delivery of the package the moment you both jobs get done."

"As you wish." Notchra agreed, turning to leave.

Outside in the crisp night air, Notchra lit a thin cigar and exhaled slowly. The war against darkness loomed even closer than he anticipated.

’Levon Belmont, aye?...’ Notchra blew out a thick wife of smoke, enough to cloud his vision. ’Just what powers lay hidden in that puny body of yours?’