Funereal Criminal Organization

It was a silent night, as creepy as the last few nights, especially with the winds whistling and weeping since the ceremony started. In the School of Dancing Flowers' territory, southern districts, where all Auxiliary Students, Students and Educators resided.

Step step. Tap, whooosh, wreeeeiiii~... Whoosh~ whoosh... whoosh- tshing...

Some footsteps could be heard from time to time as students and Educators, tonight's guards, walked around at ease and barely worried. If anything, they would worry whenever they saw someone wearing their School's uniforms and never ponder about an enemy invading. They were so far away from the Wrath Nihility Academy, after all. Information and a group of students coming would take them a long while. Nobody would desire drifting so far away from their secure, lively place into places like these anyway.

At this moment, nobody noticed the night had become darker than ever. On the streets, 2 guards found each other, a common but still anxious occurrence that everyone in this role in the night was worried about. The 2 guards walked closer to each other, coming from opposite directions and facing each other. Silence ensued, and only their footsteps were heard. But just as they seemed to become tensed and panicky, they stopped, and a wailing of the wind, seemingly like a whistle, made them stop in their tracks just as their shoulders crossed each other.

“...” - “...” Both became as silent as a terrified mouse but were still and not trembling, showcasing their strong will and formidable mentality. Behind their guard’s uniform and helmet, their eyeballs rolled to the other’s face, and they quickly faced off in an eye contest.

“Do you remember her taste?” Guard 1 said, his mouth turning sharp and lewd as he lowered his chin and into his neck. Guard 2 looked at him and nodded, his eyes reminiscing. “Holy shit, yes. There were some who said they felt her gripping them tighter than even the School’s harlots. Tsk, a pity.”

“What a pity indeed.” Guard 1 looked up into the sky and nodded back and forth, seemingly suffering ‘manly’ silence for the absence of new victims. Guard 2 patted Guard 1’s chest and said, “Remember that boy, though?”

“The trap? Oh my gods, yes! Soooo cute, fuck! We should cooperate more with the Cities, bringing our School such delicacies is but the start of a beautiful friendship. We’ll defend them when the time comes, no? They should just pay more.” Guard 1 responded. He shook his head as if it was something incredible, impossible to accept. But his eyes shone under the obscurity of his helmet, and his mouth genuinely salivated.

2Hey, yeah, but it was real fun to move while playing with hi-” Guard 2 was trying to get into a brotherly chat with his pal, making a male masturbation gesture with his left hand as if holding something notably smaller than his hand. But neither he nor his pal noticed an incoming black, shapeless figure closing towards them from the sky in a diagonal direction. It had no limbs, legs, an apparent torso, or lethal weapon.

However, a pair of light brown eyes could barely be discerned if one looked up at it without light behind or above it. As Guard 2’s back faced the figure, Guard 1 saw it for 2 seconds before realizing something. His ears no longer listened to his pal, becoming deaf and hearing the white noise everyone hated. For a moment, he felt peace and as if he was about to know the truth of everything. But remembering who he was and what he was capable of. Remembering how useless and untalented he is, Guard 1 woke up in humiliation to his own awareness…

...Only to be cut through the neck by a broad dagger with a twisted, wavy blade that broke so many things, not just his skin and jugular, as he fell with his back first on the ground. Blood sprayed but only once and for less than half a second. But it was enough to slightly paint red the obscure, brown robe the figure wore, staining— or rewarding —his nape and upper back with it.

Guard 2 was speechless, borderline paralyzed. He simply did not fucking understand what was going on right before him. His instincts kicked into his fortune, and he took a pike from his Covert Space bag. He didn’t even notice that the attack from this assassin invader wasn’t even heard. But Guard 1 had already stopped twitching with blood clogging his neck. And before Guard 2 knew it, the cloaked figure didn’t stand right up, but a left-handed dagger was swung from below to up in a diagonal angle aimed at his face!

Guard 2 stepped back and threw his upper back and neck backwards, but the cloaked figure’s left arm passed through the air without sweeping the blade towards him, using its tip to cut through the air. On the other hand, quite literally, a right-handed dagger shone just once as the Guard 2 saw the assassin’s eyes as the latter twisted and turned around at a speed that was simply impossible. At least it was so for his eyes.

Right away, the guard understood after he felt a tap-like sensation, similar to how a kid would punch an adult’s chest or stomach with all their mighty force on his neck, what his pal had felt before dying completely. His neck was crushed, but it was not a blunt weapon as he deemed his entire throat pried open upside down. Foreign Power Energy traveled through his body from the neck to the brain and Dantian region. Quickly attacking everything in electric shocks-ish ways before dissipating in mere seconds.

But by then, the damage was already done, and everything was a mushed mess, not leaving a trace behind…

Falling to the ground without any power left. The guard also realized that, not a single sound was emitted throughout the exhaustive ordeal. From the time the assassin appeared in Guard 1’s retinas to his body falling backwards. But the guard wasn’t willing to die. He forced his body forth and managed to kneel on the few droplets of his own blood as his neck began clogging also with his own blood.

“NOOO! You damned thief! Malignant bitch!! AAAH!...” But the guard couldn’t do anything else. To his shock, the assassin crouched and held his left shoulder, helping him remain kneeling on the ground that was getting colder and colder. The assassin’s eyes were locked with the guard’s eyes. The guard suddenly no longer screamed than he intended and could before losing his ability to even think as the damage spread throughout his brain and his Power Energy was hopeless.

Plop. At last, the guard fell to the side as Aleksander no longer held his shoulder. His eyebrows sank, eyes were slightly confused, and in his mind, he thought. ‘Why didn’t he scream anymore? What happened to him?’

‘!’ Aleksander turned around and let the corpse grow cold as he walked away. But then, he stopped and looked slightly up, ‘I was too fearsome! I could just… appear weaker to give them the feeling I am much flimsier than them, and I could only possibly kill them with sneak attacks like a coward! Yes!’

Thus, Aleksander moved into the shadows after casually walking on the streets. Whether he knew it or not, although his assassination was flawless. Nobody, not even his victims, could hear their bodies being crushed and slashed through. One young person had watched the last few bits of the assassination, which was the time when the guard screamed and then powerlessly fell to the ground.

This Auxiliary Student’s eyes were as wide open as the sun. They didn’t seem capable of narrowing anymore for the time being. But after Aleksander left, he hustled towards the guards’ corpses and searched for their belongings. Regrettably, their Covert Space bags were gone, and random Power Energy fluctuations remained that quickly dissipated after he crouched. Signifying an array formation was employed to take the trackers off the Covert Space bags.

“Aaaah…!!” But just as he was skulking his hands all around, he heard multiple screams of agony, terror, and death from the distance… Other than that, he heard nothing… it had to be the same assassin… The Auxiliary Student feared for his life and the School’s well-being. But then, he saw a flash and saw the unthinkable farther in the distance.

… Far, to the east. Nearly 15 minutes from when the Concealed Ornament Team members left their observation positions and moved towards the School of Dancing Flowers’ territory. The night was as creepy and solitary as in the south. But here, tens of Ancestors and Retired Ancestors lived. Though only their residence was protected by array formations in the east, they also had many always-working students.

In the east, it was always lively. More patrols and students walked around, some buying and others selling stuff. Some others formed groups and prepared to take on missions, raiding other small settlements nearby to gain more merit points, fame, and good looks towards the higher-ups. Only a few were strolling and relaxing within the School, not knowing murder was ongoing and happening back home.

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They would usually only go to their residences after being done with work for the day or week, depending on one’s schedule and cultivation realm. But the School couldn’t efficiently force all students to work for months with barely any rest, precisely due to their low cultivation realms. Still, the School was doing good, and the ceremony below their feet, ongoing for the next few months, was also giving them a great deal of cultivation speed.

Usually, there are not even Great Teachers supervising the streets. Why would they? That’s what underlings are for. As for the killing of students, they were one of the few who allowed it even after so many Changes throughout the world’s history, claiming it was an exemplary method to encourage their organization’s members. As for classes, only 3 days every half a month were the students given any.

The higher-ups were busy cultivating. Why would they bother caring about those dying just the next day, week, month, or even year?!

Mumble, chatter. “Heh? What’s that above?” Within a very lighted-up section of the south, where many pills and tools were being sold, a fragile and young-looking student looked up and even covered his eyes as if the sun was up. Nobody cared, even as he acted strange, thinking someone was about to be robbed again.

Tshiiiiiing- fwish fwish fwish fwish fwish- tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk…

Only when there were strange sounds coming from the sky did some look up, but the student who saw and spoke about it first could only widen his eyes and shrink his pupils as the tip of a sword fell on the middle of his nose, directly cutting and penetrating his face as eyes, nose, eyebrows and mouth sunk into his head. What was left of his body from the collarbone and up was impaled on the ground, totally dead.

A glow flashed from the sky, followed by the fall of many objects around the district, where thousands of students peacefully exchanged wares and currency. Immediately, the ground was lifted off its dust, startling and scaring the living shit out of anyone near those things. Those near the student who died an ugly death were paralyzed and incapable of thinking. Thus, when they saw a talisman attached to the tools with sword-tip shapes… it was too late.

Boom boom boom boom boom…

Immediately, dozens of explosions went off, each as large as a tenth of the district. Each sword tip was embedded in the ground not that far from another, so when the talismans attached to them self-ignited and began exploding, the ground bottom slightly trembled while whatever was on top of it was crushed and destroyed by the flames!

Explosive waves reached farther outside the district and hit the nearby passengers. Most didn’t even notice as their bodies directly disappeared in half when being touched by the chain reaction bombing. Only a few had their eyes burn and melt as they watched the incoming explosive expansion without stopping.

BOOOOOOMMM…

A gigantic bubble of fire red and bright orange lit up the sky and the School of Dancing Flowers’ territory as it had never been lit up. It raised tens of meters into the sky, seemingly focused on expanding through the ground rather than into the air. Such concentrated expansive waves could only be attained with special offensive tools, pills, or talismans. There wasn’t any sound from the southern residences closer to the center as it happened. However, the ground only trembled for a couple seconds when all the explosions went off.

As it slowly dissipated, the district and a third of the adjacent neighboring other districts were left turned into carbonized meat, a few pieces of clothing, items for low realm cultivators in the First Step, and some splinters of ashes that couldn’t be saved along with some melted debris. Not a single hint of life was left behind, but by then, the responsible for such an instantaneous and devastating massacre had departed for another district several kilometers away…

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh… Flying through the air, Fengli, Esteban, and Sakura had strict facial expressions and cold glints going through their eyes, looking ahead at the dark night. Looking at each other, they presented their sword-shaped tools to one another, noticing the incredible stupefaction in each other’s faces.

These were but ‘normal’ tools to bombard the enemy with multiple projectiles, deathly but not devastating. But when the team leader arrived with his hands on their Covert Space bags… everything changed. The sword tools - with hilt and a whole blade, would separate and strike the enemy vertically or horizontally, tuned by Heian Ciemnosc so they could have a much heavier substance.

At the same time, the talismans attached to them were easily counterproductive with the filling of the sword-tips, making them incredibly irritable to them as soon as soon as the talisman self-ignited. Not only would the sword-tip tool combustion, but it would also magnify its explosive range and devastation power with just the irkness, using pure energy around and Elemental particles to disintegrate anything within a half a meter radius.

“... Let’s continue, knock on their doors.” Esteban caught on to the two young women and positioned himself 30 meters away from each other. Nodding to each other, they took 4 sword tools and aimed below. Thousands of packed-up enemy students were moving to the streets to look at whatever the hell happened. Some more were coming from other districts.

Esteban aimed at the large crowd gathered together, not knowing how to fear for their lives, thinking they were so safe being tens of districts away from the destruction. Meanwhile, over a hundred meters above them, these clueless enemy students didn’t realize they only had a few seconds to live before turning into fire and carbonized corpses.

Esteban lowered his first two sword tools from floating above his shoulders to his hands along Fenhli and Saruka at once. They knew what they were doing and what so much destruction would entail. But they also knew these were their new team leaders’ orders, and if the Academy grew angry, it would be him getting kicked on his butt. Besides, they were doing nature a favor in destroying this land of putrefaction.

Fwish, fwish, fwish, fwish… Fwish, fwish, fwish, fwish…

As soon as the first 2 sword tools fell downwards, the remaining 2 floating above their shoulders followed suit, aiming in slightly different directions but spanning over the entire district, the streets, and some parts like alleys and buildings interconnecting more than 2 districts. The three didn’t need classes on how to use and aim their tools. They infused them with their Power Energy and transmitted a direction and order with their Spirit Sense before letting go of the swords as they simply flew downwards and heavily impaled themselves on the ground.

… … whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…

“Hm, here they come. Let’s move already.” Fengli looked at a distance while rubbing her sternum over her uniform. That was where her Grayfaced talisman had been activated, and now it made her feel some sort of thrill… She was fighting for her life gain after some time, unnecessarily and on her own accord.

Sakura nodded immediately and lightly poked at her sternum with her fingertips. Esteban alarmingly looked at where he finally heard the sounds coming from for some seconds before facing Fengli and nodding. Afterward, they hurried off to their third target. Those coming to their first bombardment were some Great Teachers coming to investigate what was the matter, not the ones they should be killing. And they only had five minutes before their team leader placed himself in danger… alone.

Barely, they managed to scout another group of Ashes Soul realm cultivators floating to investigate the trio’s second bombardment. Nobody knew they would need a third, fourth, and fifth team, whereas the last one would be the one where they met their aggressors.

… School of Dancing Flowers’ territory, central section. Heian Ciemnosc was hidden in the dark of the night, not going below any building’s cornice or beside a pillar. He simply used the dark blue layer of the night. Heian Ciemnosc leaned his upper back on the wall of a building facing the darkness of the starry sky. His left leg is crossed behind his right shin, and his right heel supports all his body weight.

His head hung low, eyes closed, and a thin piece of some bone between his teeth as if he was biting on a blade of grass. Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes slowly opened as another flash of burning fire and blinding orange with bits of yellow painted his right cheek.

Strangely enough, the left side of his face wasn’t obscured even more in contrast to the other side. And as his eyes fully opened, a flying Crabstynian realm in the 1st stage floating towards the east stopped upon noticing him, surprised that he hadn’t seen this student before. Naturally, Heian Ciemnosc was detected after he opened his darkest eyes with his sclera, the only thing ‘visible’ without drowning one’s eyes amidst the dark of the night.

Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes were directed at the elderly man as he set his feet on the ground. Feeling estranged but curious, the elderly man decided to look into this peculiar coincidence and slowly strode towards this unknown student. He felt somewhat stricken when the student set his eyes on his body, which fueled his curiosity.

“Hey, you student. What are you doing here? There’s something going on over there. Who are you?” Not forgetting the subsequent explosions that possibly killed more than 10,000, but deciding to ignore it, the elderly man held his coat in his right hand as he walked forth, fearlessly… and ironically in ignorance.

Fwush- tap, step step. Heian Ciemnosc impulsed his body forth, his feet moving forwards as he slowly and strangely motioned his upper body forwards until he was walking like an ordinary humanoid. As Heian Ciemnosc elaborated these motions, his arms were sent to his sides and his hands at his hip level, their palm facing the elderly man and excruciatingly slowly raised as the elderly man had the illusion of something growing out of the unknown student’s fingers.

A hoarse, dragged-on voice compelled the elderly man to listen more. His body kept walking for 4 steps before waking up, and his eyes widened. His veins threatened to pop out and bloody his eyes right an instant later.

“Oh. How would I have known a Crabstynian realm cultivator would find me first? And right on time! Thank you, sir. Welcome to your School of Dancing Flowers’ tomb.”

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