The Rocaloi Academy's First Victory (1)

So in the very early morning of the 10th week, 2nd day. The base had another third of their tens of thousands of students marching away, but this time with the leading students directly leaving, and only a few tens of such were left behind so that there could be a response in case of emergencies. Other than that, only Gallah and Leen were left behind to check on the base while Fatima and Missa accompanied Ciemnosc to learn more this time about 'these' kinds of things.

Now, both Ciemnosc and Miss led the leading students and ordinary students out onwards to the north with a battle prowess and cultivation of the Conflagrate realm 6th stage. And nobody dared to even look at their Chief’s back with a glint in their eyes.

This was the difference, from one being a little kid who is only a ‘slightly stronger ant’ as even when e was proving himself and showing his capabilities, the people around him had, back then, not given a fuck about him even so. But now, not even having shown any of his current commanding abilities, then still a boy achieved respect and even a tiny bit of veneration to whoever saw him that afternoon dashing back into the field and turning it all by himself into a battlefield.

If Ciemnosc wasn’t so powerful, if he didn’t show such impossible battle prowess and an even simpler show of strength where he killed anything that moved, and even more so the few thousands of enemy forces that they didn’t even get to see because Ciemnosc was just too good at making a killing out of them. How could he be so respected and listened to, and how could have his time getting these ignorant students into semi ignorant students so fast?

Now, as there was this new march and not a single vehicle could be seen, Ciemnosc was right at the head of a snake slowly moving forward through the snow without slithering around.

The theme of owning a commanding vehicle was too difficult, for the iron around hasn’t been searched for, and the mines that the Rocaloi Academy had were taken away by the little invading 4 major organizations. Things were quite messy, and to even wonder if the academy ‘could’ was already giving a headache to leading students, let alone the academy’s staff itself.

But with the more students, they would receive, the more they would have mining around like slaves and the more they could build their base to a full, as not even the walls have been started to be built, to begin with. But right now, even if they could get more hands, more cultivators to create miracles in terms of building and processing stuff into better-used stuff, the base needed some real and most important raw material like iron or even copper according to the Chief in Command.

All they could get, for now, and besides a lot of wood and stones here and there, were just a bunch of dirt, sand, and a few hides from Creatures of all kinds. That was rather shameful and simplistic compared to even some towns of ordinary people that could even mine gold for their own purpose here and there. Of course, that was only for their vanity and self-enriching purposes, but that was just an example of what they were already able to do.

If there were to be armored cars for everyone, for every section or several squads here, then a lot more mining needed to be done. Of course, mining ‘normal’ materials was much easier than mining Powerful Stones. For even with the special materials that would allow an armored car to become incredibly resistant to an Element, in particular, was many times easier to mine than a single piece of Powerful Stones’ ore.

For now, though, only Ciemnosc’s 4 teammates had gained their own armored car. Not only repaired already but also improved and given their respective cannon exactly what they deserved. The aiming guidance system and the self-defense system were already in those cannons, and only Missa’s armored car had 3 cannons instead of 1. While Fatima’s armored car had 2 cannons instead.

As such, these two beauties were now accompanying Ciemnosc not only because of their armored cars’ heavily gunned selves but also because they just showed more interest in commanding and partaking in these missions than the other two. And Ciemnosc wasn’t going to leave the base all alone, so Leen and Gallah remaining behind to also be ‘tested’ was nice.

Now, though, all that mattered in Ciemnosc’s mind and in his slightly itchy fingernails at his fingers and toes and his itchy ‘fangs’ was just to get over the first point and start the massacre.

… Step, step, step, step.

…It took a bit more than a few hours for the marching of thousands to arrive at the nearest plains to the ‘circle’ of villages and possibly a town or 2 at each point and not in just the first one, with a certain very important mine very close to those settlements. By the time that the marching students arrived around such plains, all filled up to the waist of a male adult, the afternoon had already arrived as well, accompanying them with some last few hours of sunlight from the west.

“Take positions all around when you see… something similar to a pure energy shell, move to intercept any cultivator…” Ciemnosc spoke as the leading students all around him were waiting for him and watching the surroundings without much worry. None of them were tried; not Ciemnosc, not his two teammates, not his leading students, and not the Spirit Gathering realm students behind them all - not one of them was tired from marching for more than half a day.

“No prisoners unless ‘absolutely’ necessary.” With the same tone as before, flat and eerie, Ciemnosc spoke such words. His fashionable academy’s black uniform appeared too conspicuous as he said those words and the leading students behind him nodded before turning around and heading directly to their own students.

“... Ciemnosc, I sensed Gallah’s Spirit Sense reaching the 15th meter mark after breaking through the 2nd stage of the Conflagrate realm, is he the best among us?!” After the leading students left, Missa suddenly spoke with her stiff face, appearing serious and unreachable but so cutely, said with her eyes going puppy mode wide open.

“Yeah, Gallah showed it to us. His Spirit Sense can reach 15 meters! Just 5 meters away from the maximum limit, how crazy is that?! Why can’t we do that, too?” Fatima said with her pale yellow eyes and blonde hair appearing all even more childish and girly. Ciemnosc had to shake his head with his raw thirst becoming simple warmth and softness in both his head and his ‘something’ that he still can’t describe.

“No, Gallah is younger, also got into investing more time in his Spirit Sense than any of you before… right?” Ciemnosc said after looking at them, adding the final ‘right’ simply because they never spoke to him about how young they were exactly when they decided to focus on their Spirit Sense after cultivating up to the Spirit Gathering realm or so.

“Yep, I was already 20 and at the 5th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm when I began training my Spirit Sense,” said Fatima, also cutely and semi pouting those well smelling lips of hers. Missa tilted her head to the left in a semi nodding fashion and shrugged her shoulders a little, her voice real soft. “I was about the same, but Gallah… when did he start?”

Also not knowing such an answer and ignoring the fact that Ciemnosc seemed to know it himself when before he didn’t make any comment about such, Missa asked him while Fatima doggy-like tilted her head to the left as well, awaiting Ciemnosc’s answer.

“Probably around his 15s, when he was at the Phrenic realm, that’s why his Spirit Sense had a larger stretching than both or the three of your Spirit Sense did when you broke through.” Ciemnosc finally responded, leaving the girls nodding to themselves slightly, but then added with a growing cold tone as he looked ahead at the nearest village and at the shadows of others. “But his Spirit Sense jumped due to his Spirit Sense reaching the maximum of 10 meters right before breaking through, which then had his cultivation base barely solidify.”

“The Powerful Stones he used were done so timely that his second breakthrough was done smoothly and without problems. Only. His foundation has been weakened slightly, and his Spirit Sense has probably reached a bottleneck until he reaches the late stages. Unlike you both, who have a more or less well-pathed, solid foundation and your cultivation base isn’t shaky.”

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After saying all that, and the girls nodding even more at themselves, slightly, now knowing mostly why Gallah and Leen were left behind, they then saw Ciemnosc slowly come down the large hill and begin walking straight towards the nearest village. The girls’ eyes showed concern but for only 2 seconds before turning all so cold and decisive.

Ciemnosc was at the front, Fatima, with the cultivation base at the Conflagrate realm 2nd stage in the middle and Missa right behind her. It was a much more careful ‘approach’, as this village which was coincidentally also the toughest to intercept, was all theirs for their taking and the rest of the students shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes before being in their positions to surround each respective village and possible town.

“...” In his hands, as he walked at the front, Ciemnosc looked down at his Steel Array Snakes, they were still capable of creating an area of 50 square meters all on their own and without Ciemnosc even needing to put his dark Power Energy into them, but to all weapons or tools that his dark Power Energy covered or were infused to, they would break even if they are in excellent state after being protected by it just a few days later after they were infused by it.

Was there anything more senseless? His weapons would usually break right away as he would mostly use the ordinary but top notch swords and stuff, but now that he was getting short of them and he refused to use his own, only Mortal grade weaponry seemed to be the answer to resist such dark Power Energy of his - but for how long?

‘I really need to make your Mortal grade, sorry girls.’ While it was… something that he decided to not only name them this way but even gave them sex, Ciemnosc just looked down at the ‘girls’ who were made by elder Apegos and are indeed quite a masterpiece. He still had to learn so much from the past even in this way…

…Time passed, and in just a bit less than 10 minutes, without receiving any message or even a word from their communication devices, Ciemnosc, Missa, and Fatima slowly neared the village to the point they were already visible to the villagers with dropped shoulders walking around. Some of the females even had their shoulders stiff and up, but their gazes were mostly lost…

Slowly, Ciemnosc made his way already up to where the villager’s head would reside, which was naturally not the head’s residence anymore but that of a group of Conflagrate realm cultivators from the 4 major organizations of the east.

“...” - “...” - “...” Looking to his left and right, Ciemnosc nodded at both beauties that were already making a bit of a commotion around the village. It was still too depressing and ‘murky’ all around for even such beauties to make an impact on these ordinary people. Only when they were seen going towards the village’s head did they begin noticing this little group of three.

Missa and Fatima nodded back slightly and slowly yet very agilely moved backwards and disappeared within the few buildings near the village’s head residence. On the other hand, Ciemnosc looked back at the large pair of doors that were made out of silver and very recently placed - probably a few weeks old at most.

With his unique capabilities, Ciemnosc was able to see how this all was put on by ordinary people. Ordinary people carry more than 2 meters tall and 8 cm thick silver doors and then lift them up and make these doors work as intended, without any machinery to help and only using ropes. There were bound to be accidents, fatal accidents. No wonder this place was ever so more depressing and ‘down’.

“...” Shaking his head as if he was an old man who was revisiting his old home only to find out bandits took over the place and the women were always distraught every day, Ciemnosc took his steps forward and quickened them up to the doors. His head low, he ‘seemed’ to not notice the few dozens of villagers looking at him with wide open, hopeless eyes without a shred of pity on them as they watched one another go.

Cre- thuuump~.

Placing his hands at the doors, Ciemnosc’s arms slowly pushed the silvery doors as he made step after step, but instead of opening right away, he took his time pushing through them while a candidly lit room’s light intensified on his face and on the back of his darkest pitchest hairy head.

“... Hahaha, another group came the other day, I was just passing by from discarding her corpse. You should’ve seen their eyes right before I got them, I swear to you they wanted to make a number on me and act as heroes! Hahaha!” A blunt, middle-aged man with most of his hair gone, leaving only a thin reverse ‘U’ on top of his head laughed as he talked, a cup with some sort of liquid in it splashing about a little bit.

“Any boys there?” One of the 3 women inside, who were not ugly at all and were even fit, spoke, her eyes looked at the middle-aged, almost going bald man with desire, and she seemed not disgusted in the slightest as she did. The other 2 women looked at the middle-aged man, whereas the other man in the room responded by throwing a strand of hair into the air.

Swish.

The woman who spoke before reacted fast, beating the others as her right hand conjured a windy Power Energy technique, which made the strand of black hair fall on her left hand. As soon as it did, she dived her nose into her left palm, sniffing sound could be heard nonstop then, as Ciemnosc opened the doors more and more.

“It’s true! And very young, too!” The woman spoke as she raised her head and looked at the middle-aged man as if some ‘repayment’ was to follow. The other women looked at the 2 men in response to hearing the woman’s words, their eyes incredibly grateful and shining.

“Huh hu-hah, well, later on, we can have a part- in my study ag- who is that?” Noticing a boy entering their room, having a hard time opening the doors made out of silver, the middle-aged, almost gone bald man almost shouted while looking right behind the woman who spoke. His gaze and words attracted everyone’s attention. They turned their heads to the doors, witnessing a kid taking a breather after a few steps once it seemed that the doors were fully opened, or at least enough for him to enter through them.

“Huu- ha, haah haaah…” Ciemnosc was really gasping, he was, and his face was all hidden by the slightly long hair— for a male style —darkest pitchest hair with only his nose seen every now and then as his head swayed in certain motion and tempo, while his hair in a whole different pair.

“Hey, kid. Which famil- ugh, I just don’t care.” One of the other 2 women said while she was moving her left arm behind her chair’s backrest, but stopped midway and put on a disgusted face. Then, she completely changed her words as she said with her mouth growing to a large smile, tempting and seductive even for Ciemnosc, who watched them close by…

“Why don’t you come here? I, this big, big sister will teach you and convert you into a real man. Our man, how ‘bout it, kid?”

“Huff, huff. Haaaa~aah…” Ciemnosc, however, just continued on to draw breaths one after the other. The 3 women were already witnessing his muscles through his uniform, which was very nice. But also too good to be in a villager’s closet. Yet, their now getting rosy lower parts began to drench and spoke to them of their needs, their lips were being bitten by their own naughty teeth as the other one that has remained silent up until now and was tall and of long black hair length stood up.

“What is it with you, too tiring for you? Next time just come to our homes at night, there you will train your stamina. Only when you’ve managed to make us proud will you be able to open those little doors without a problem, take it as a test from us. What do you say?” The third woman’s voice was really tempting, so tempting Ciemnosc was feeling she was quite good at talking and convincing; for a child’s mind. And also very inferior to himself.

“You guys, hua- ah,” Ciemnosc finally said something, still hideously panting as he walked not a single step forwards nor backwards. And the rest of the women and 2 men were starting to sense something… awfully wrong?

Both men were at the 8th stage of the Conflagrate realm, while the first woman who spoke and the third woman to speak were both at the 10th stage, and the remaining 2nd woman to have spoken just at the 9th stage.

“What is it, cutie?” The tall, third woman spoke with her bulging breasts proudly but silently and stoically. Ciemnosc now finally somewhat lifted his head, his nose more so clear and handsome than in the women’s eyes, while the men were staring at him not with jealousy but with praise. Then, more of Ciemnosc’s face began to be visible, he could feel a few strands of Spirit Sense wanting to get to see him already, but resisted the urge and backed off.

‘How impatient,’ thought Ciemnosc as those strands of Spirit Sense belonged to the first and second woman. While his upper face was finally seen and the women were dazed by his handsomeness, let alone his incredible charm of instinct and nature that seemed to command them to no matter what, become heads over heels for him.

But, the men, on the other hand, directly responded, and it wasn’t quite the ice-breaking fashion. “Ciemnosc?! He is-”

“...no idea…” Yet, just as the man was screaming the worst set of words possible for those inside the room to what, just the main hall and seated around their poorly kept semi rectangular and circular dark wooden table, Ciemnosc very softly and calmly spoke. Then, his voice added up a quiet tone as he finished his words after much panting; enough was enough.

“How much I’ve wanted to… start eating once more…” By this point, Ciemnosc’s head was trembling, not too severely but still quite noticeably even for a partially blind person standing a few meters away from him. His eyes were slightly red, and his nostrils couldn’t help flaring up, closing and opening, closing, and opening…

This is, by far, going to be the beginning of his long, dragged-on feast through the whole villages, and the best of them so far!

Pshift! Pshift, pshift pshift pshift pshift pshift pshift~.

Without noticing it, the Conflagrate realm cultivators of the 4 major organizations; clergy elders and acting elders - all suddenly felt as if their Identification Tokens became simply stone-like; lifeless, and without anything about them working anymore - just purely cold and useless. Sounds of energy moving about incessantly emerged and continued to ring out.

Thereafter came the sight of tubes that were yet of steel but also were of a black color, all around them and surrounding them without any problem. They weren’t affected in any way, but, somehow… they felt trapped instead of just a few minutes ago when it was just a boy about to become the next prey of the villager’s new owners.

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