I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 50: Roommates

Arc 2, Chapter 50 —Roommates!

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Dormitory 404.

That was Artilla’s dormitory.

My, my, my... It was a large one.

Despite there being 4 beds, it was quite spacious, each bed tucked away in its own corner.

Everyone had King sized beds, and wide cupboards, desks, a reading chair, and ample personal space.

Once Artilla went in, she never stepped out again.

Good...

Seeing Artilla head into the room, Levon knew she was successfully situated.

He lowered his gaze, glancing at the floor below Artilla’s.

It was time to find a room of his own.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

A yell came from behind him. Levon paused, observing the looming shadows now surrounding him.

Trouble already? How tiring.

"You ignorant Weasel! What do you want to do?"

Many felt Levon was truly gutsy.

Understand that all this time, everyone else froze in place when watching these top bosses situate themselves.

They could understand those top bosses occupying higher floors. But who was Levon with his Pile-1 shard to do so?

"Dammit, you good-for-nothing Rodent! Tell me, where the hell do you think you’re going, huh?"

How can trash like him live in a room a floor above them?

Crunch, crunch, crunch~

Shugo chewed and chewed in merriment, enjoying the show from a front row seat.

What a good friend.

Well despite his merriment, he still stood unshaken beside Levon. "Buddy, it seems that some people don’t know what’s good for them."

"That’s it." Levon shrugged. "Resulting to Violence already? Do you guys like courting death so much?"

His nonchalance angered them even more.

"Trash, what the hell did you just say?"

Levon looked at those surrounding him, amused that they were those with shards from the lowest piles.

Pile 2... pile 3... and even that Pile-5 guy was being excessively rowdy.

As for the others, many only smirked in wait, as if watching a show.

’They’re all idiots.’ Levon looked at the rampant few in disdain.

It was clear that these hot-headed imbeciles didn’t even know they were being used by the masses.

"Dammit, Pile-One Boy! What the hell did you just say, HUH?"

"Still yelling, are we?" Levon shrugged.

His disdain was so obvious that it stunned the masses.

"You Bastard! You actually think you’re superior to us?"

"Think?" Levon chuckled darkly. "I don’t think so—I know so."

Can such low-level tactics succeed against him?

It’s clear that these idiots were being used by others. Their goal is to get him to throw the first punch or jab.

Now then, what did Clara say again?

[To summarize, Rule Number 1: No fighting indoors.]

Levon didn’t even want to be involved in any inhouse fighting, talk less of throwing the first jab or punch.

Among the strong, there were always those daring enough to break the rules, just so they could see what happens next.

This way, they can better understand the guidelines of what happens when rules get broken.

This tactic was indeed commendable, and he too would definitely think the same way when the time calls for it.

He didn’t lose respect for them, who sent these guinea pigs to act.

However, those he felt disdain towards were the guinea pigs who were being used.

One look, and Levon would see that they were lunatics who revel in chaos without using their brains much.

Of course, there were still those who knew they were being used as Guinea Pigs, but still went on with it, probably to show a sign of loyalty.

Or... Perhaps they just wanted to have a taste of what happened when they disobeyed the golden rules.

Such maniacs who lived on the edge of danger, were also people Levon wanted nothing to do with.

—Lunatics.

These were the sorts who were addicted to madness without even knowing it.

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"Now then, if this little drama of yours is over, MOVE."

Some of them are trying to quickly freshen after staying for so long without a proper bath

Shugo moved behind Levon, like a dog protecting its master.

It seems that with Levon’s reminder, some of them recalled Clara’s rules.

And perhaps because a powerful shad owner like Shugo was backing Levon up, they could only thin their lips bitterly.

—A room on THE 3RD FLOOR.

Such a good thing was actually given to this trash.

Unwilling!... Very unwilling.

Watching Levon’s disappearing silhouette, their eyes grew gloomier, swearing to one day make Levon pay.

Hmph!

"What a cheeky little rodent!"

"A stinker, that’s what he is. Does he think its owner just because he has someone strong protecting him?"

"Hah. There’s a saying that: 99 days for the thief, and one day for the owner... There will be a day when that chubby bodyguard of his will leave his side. And when the time comes.. Heh."

"That’s it. In the end, aren’t we all in the same mansion?"

With tactful stares, the group could only look on to find accommodations for themselves.

As for Levon and Shugo, they stepped into a 3 dormitory room, liking the layout very much. And arriving just behind them, was a boy they were more or less familiar with.

It was the boy who always carried a portable Game box no matter where he went.

The Levon time Levon saw him was in the classroom.

He wasn’t among the group Levon was familiar with.

"It’s you!" The boy explained, after raising his head for the first time since Clara departed.

Well, his game has been too interesting to pry away from. And without even noticing it, he followed behind Shugo’s chubby body into their room.

Raising his head, there was no disgust or disdain in the boy’s clear eyes when staring at Levon the well-known Trash.

Already, Levon had a good impression of him.

"Leonel Maxdom." The boy introduced. "That’s what it says on my Birth Certificate, but call me Leo."

3 beds... 3 roommates.

With that, Room 306 was officially FULL.

But what else lies within this mansion?

Levon’s eyes flickered thoughtfully.