Chapter 98

this is a fictional story by realTensai

“Here, 300 coins,” Alvis said, transferring the coins to Victor. “This is half of what I earned today.”

Victor nodded with a smile.

“Good. What do you want to know?”

They were outside at a place where no one was at this time, yet Alvis still turned his head left to right to make sure no one would eavesdrop. After seeing no one and also not feeling anyone’s presence, he continued.

“Tell me which teams have formed and what they are planning?”

“Let me start by summarizing what happened today. From the five available quests today, your team completed three, Jasmine completed one, and so did Gilsymbato. That means the other teams came out empty-handed. And that’s why they will be even more aggressive tomorrow.”

Alvis took it in, not reacting, as this was already part of his expectations.

“The demons didn’t complete a quest today, but they gathered a lot of new comrades. I would say that they already have about eighty percent of demons under their banner.”

Alvis clicked his tongue, this number being way higher than he thought.

“They only have one goal for tomorrow. Attacking the humans and raiding their food reserves.”

So the food fight will already start tomorrow.

The humans made a calculated move that increased their odds of survival, yet they also became an even bigger target.

“The human faction has taken over the natural science building and built their base there. So a large-scale battle will happen there tomorrow.”

I better keep out of this.

“New groups have also formed. The elves, dwarves, and beast men created teams among their kinsmen as a reaction to the other races having declared war. Their groups aren’t as large as the demons’ and humans’, yet they can’t be underestimated. Each of these groups will aim for the quests tomorrow.”

“Getting everyone under one banner will get even more difficult now.”

“I think you have other things to worry about,” Victor said, his voice intensifying. “Now, to the information that matters the most to you. I will tell you what the fourth years are planning.”

The tension rose as Alvis awaited his next words.

“Their sole goal for tomorrow is to annihilate the student council team.”

Alvis’ lips curved down, his eyes cold as William’s last words replayed in his head.

So he is out for revenge.

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“I don’t know what you and your team have done to them, but it seems like William and Hercules hold a grudge against you. Either way, they won’t back down now. They won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Alvis could see Victor’s green eyes shining through his black sunglasses as his cold voice showcased the magnitude of this warning. They would’ve to fight for their lives tomorrow, yet they were the only side held back by a no-killing rule.

“This is all I have for you today,” Victor said, straightening his suit. “It was nice doing business with you.”

“Wait, Victor. Why don’t you join my team?”

“I have to be impartial if I want to earn the most money.”

“You might become a target because of your abilities.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, his back already being the only thing Alvis could see. “Money rules the world.”

With these words, he vanished.

Alvis still stayed behind his mind, already pondering about the next day. Victor’s words had just confirmed what he already thought would happen. A battle between the fourth years and the student council. If they wanted to win this game, to unite everyone in one big team, they couldn’t lose this battle, no matter what.

Bring it on.

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Alvis wandered through the school halls as most people already prepared for the night in their dorms. However, there was one thing he still had to do.

“There it is,” he said upon laying eyes on the door to the infirmary.

Yet a familiar man guarded it.

“Mr. York?”

Mr. York turned his head to the side, only now noticing Alvis. His stern, exhausted face showed a slight hint of a smile as he faced him.

“Alvis, it is good to see you.”

His voice carried a wave of relief, as if he wasn’t sure if Alvis had survived this day.

“It’s nice to see you too, Mr. York. What are you doing here in front of the infirmary?”

“I’m protecting this place,” he said, a sense of duty and determination carved into his eyes that wasn’t there yet this morning. “Even if the survival game has come this far, I want to do my best to save as many people as possible. The injured are an easy target, and that’s why I have to protect them.”

Alvis’ eyes widened in awe as Mr. York’s response caught him off guard. Even though they had spent this much time together, by him being the one who oversaw the classroom he slept in, he wouldn’t have thought that Mr. York was a teacher like that.

“That’s amazing,” Alvis said, his voice filled with respect.

“You are the one who is amazing,” Mr. York said, catching Alvis off guard again. “This morning when I lost my calm upon hearing of the first kill and Mr. Woltzer’s disappearance, you were the only one who remained cool-headed. You took on the responsibility I as a teacher should’ve shouldered and gave us hope.”

Alvis grimaced, scratching his cheek, not sure how to handle this much praise. Seeing that, Mr. York just chuckled.

“I failed once this morning when I lost my composure. I won’t fail again. Now it’s my time to step up as a teacher and do my part. You want to visit someone in there, don’t you?” he said, his thumb pointing to the infirmary. “I will make sure that no one interrupts.”

“Thank you, Mr. York,” Alvis said and then entered the station.

However, as soon as he stepped in, he immediately stopped, a nightmarish vision greeting him.

Countless students his age lay on beds and even on the floor, their bloody bodies having turned the white mats red. Healers ran around frantically, trying to save as many people as possible. Painful groans and gruesome injuries accompanied by the ever-growing smell of blood and decay terrorized Alvis’ senses.

This all happened today. These students were injured by fellow schoolmates.

Alvis’ stomach twisted the insanity of this game catching up to him.

“What are you standing around there for? Move!” a healer said, bumping Alvis to the side as he carried another injured student.

Alvis moved to the other cabin, the cabin Lia had told him the first years were staying at. As he navigated through the injured students, he saw the ones he was looking for.

The three first years, his students, Lyon, Dagon, and Bero, each lay on a bed next to each other and they were all deep asleep. Bandages covered their bodies, some of them still red from their blood. Alvis could see a deep scar on Lyon’s forehead and how Dagon had broken two of his four arms.

Alvis clutched his chest, his heart feeling as if it would break apart. Yet he pushed back all the guilt, all the dark emotions blaming him for this situation, and managed a weak smile.

“I’m proud of you.”

They didn’t hear him as they were asleep, yet Alvis could feel their smiles.

It is good that they can rest now. This way, they won’t have to see the massacre that will happen tomorrow.

Alvis turned around and left the infirmary.