Volume Three: The Academy Goes Completely Berserk - Chapter 184: The Weak (Part Two)

"... You... killed her?"

"If that were the case, I wouldn't be here," Monet shook his head. "The cleaver only injured her arm; it was a superficial wound that will heal quickly, but... since then, I've not only been severely punished by the school, but also—"

"--became the primary target of bullying," I continued.

"--Yes," she closed her eyes in pain, "After that, Margaret and I were completely on the same side, silently enduring the bullying. Fortunately, because I knew that guy's modus operandi very well, I was often able to get Margaret out of trouble. Even so, every day was still very hard."

"Didn't you ever think about resisting?"

"Resist...?"

She looked up, stared at us blankly, and after a long while, gave a bitter smile.

"Yes... As expected, Sister Ye, Sister Haoyue, you are both 'strong'."

"This has nothing to do with strength or weakness. Anyway, the situation can't get any worse, so what's there to be afraid of? At worst, we can steel ourselves and fight them to the death. Can't you even do that?" Haoyue rarely showed a surprised expression.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, right? Yes... If you're hit, you hit back; if you're bullied, you bully back; if someone picks on you, you make them pay the price—these things must be taken for granted by you 'strong' people... But unfortunately, we are the weak..."

The weak...

I could sense that the "weak" she referred to was not just something literal.

"It's not just me or Margaret. There's Meng Nai, who suffers from narcolepsy and can't integrate into society; the Liu Sisters, who are bullied because they're fat; He Xu, whose family is even poorer than mine; Jilia, who was abused by her parents and disfigured Akasha, who was abandoned by her family; Kong Xinglian, who can't do anything right and has the worst grades; Masha, who is harassed by a perverted male teacher... Everyone, everyone is the same. Tormented by reality, we hate it all but have the courage to change the status quo. We don't even have the guts to commit suicide. We just live like walking corpses, as the scum of society, the weakest among humans..."

But--

She raised her head and finally revealed a bright smile again.

"But it's Sister Sakura Dance who gives us a place to stay. She occupies a small corner in this vast world, giving us losers and weaklings a little refuge."

"But if I may be so bold... I don't think Xiao Wu has really solved anything. If she's just bringing you all together, it's like adding negative numbers to negative numbers; it will never become positive."

"Although it can't turn into a 'positive number,' it at least turned us from a 'negative number' into 'zero,' letting us know that in a life full of setbacks, we still have a safe haven that we can call home..."

Heave-- She stood up from the railing, brushed the dust off her skirt, and walked with a smile toward the place she called 'home'.

"Oh? Right, you haven't finished your story yet. What about Margaret? I don't remember any kids in the club with that name," I asked.

She froze.

After a long silence, he finally uttered four words.

"Dead, committed suicide."

In every respect, Javick Xerxes was a winner in life.

Born into a wealthy merchant family, he graduated from virginity at the age of twelve and entered the prestigious Bethlehem Academy at the age of thirteen. Even at this top-ranked school, his excellence was among the best.

If there's anything that could add luster to his resume, it would be his title as the head of the Black Crow branch.

He initially sponsored a fledgling Black Ghost simply because he had too much pocket money. Little did he know that this gang would grow into a behemoth controlling the underworld of the Central United Academy. As one of the original sponsors, he naturally received the title of "minister," raking in a huge amount of money every month from the massive smuggling of contraband, far exceeding the pocket money his family gave him. He also had several small teams under his command, including many elite fighters, and money and women were readily available to him. He was living the high life.

Yet, even in this state, he is currently running frantically in a sorry state.

"Huff... huff... damn it... damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"

He was shirtless, wearing only tight underwear on his lower body, his belly fat jiggling with each step. This was hardly surprising; when his disheveled subordinate reported, "A terrifying Scavengers has broken in," he was enjoying the schoolgirls he had just kidnapped. Having seen too many women, he had long lost interest in mature women; his recent interest was testing how much could be inserted into the anuses of young girls, and the cries of the little ones were utterly irresistible.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it all!!! Where are those guards? Didn't they always brag about being invincible? Where the hell are they all?"

This was the third time he'd been targeted by the Scavengers. The first Scavengers was a neurotic man, difficult to deal with, but he still died under his own sheer numbers. The second was an unexpectedly beautiful woman. He'd captured her alive, intending to have some fun, but as soon as he got her to bed, she chewed up her tongue and committed suicide—a real disappointment. Those two experiences had completely dispelled his fear of Scavengers. Scavengers were human too, and humans could be defeated. How could a stinking rat possibly be a match for this chosen one? It was laughable!

But this time--

"Huff--Huff--Ahhhhhh!!!"

With a loud bang, the wall in front was smashed through, and two blood-covered men flew in, their limbs bent in strange directions. Although they were still alive, they had lost their ability to fight forever.

It's here!

Javick stared tremblingly at the other side of the hole, his heart almost stopping, not only from fear but also from overwhelming lust.

She was a woman wearing a gray-brown bodysuit and a motorcycle helmet. Her beautiful figure and stunningly beautiful legs were captivating. Even in this life-or-death situation, he couldn't help but get an erection.

"... Javick. Xerxes?"

The other party issued a questioning voice, which was clearly deliberately distorted and highly inaccurate, but one could imagine what a beautiful woman the voice belonged to. Imagining the scene of pinning this woman down, Javick's fear began to gradually subside, replaced by lust.

"I am who I am, what do you want?" he said, composing himself.

"You Black Crows have become increasingly rampant lately. You'd better come with me obediently, and if you can spill any useful information, you might be spared."

"Dream on—get her!!!"

A dozen or so guards, each a powerful superhuman, swarmed forward from the shadows. If they attacked together, even this Scavengers would be no match for them.

"Form 212 - Flicking Feathers!"

The expected outcome was immediately dashed.

The woman danced like a bird in flight, and with a few swings of her arms, four guards were sent flying, crashing heavily to the floor and losing consciousness. The remaining guards were terrified and immediately halted their advance, daring not to move rashly.

"What are you waiting for? Get up there!" Javick roared.

The guards exchanged glances and nodded slightly. One of them unleashed a blinding white light from his hands, a dazzling beam of light shooting directly at the Scavengers's head, which he easily dodged by tilting his head slightly. Just then, another guard exhaled thick black smoke, obscuring the Cleaner's vision. When the smoke dissipated, a third guard appeared before the Scavengers—

"Drink!!!"

The third creature roared, and countless thick, long spikes appeared on its body, making it look much like a sea urchin. Each spike oozed a purple liquid—clearly highly venomous! The countless spikes shot towards the Scavengers, aiming to riddle it with holes.

It failed.

Most of the thorns only pierced the skin and could not penetrate any further. The few thorns that did pierce her body were completely ignored by her, as they did not hinder her movements at all, and the potent poison on the thorns did not have the desired effect.

Covered in sharp spikes, the Scavengers grabbed the spiked ability user's head and slammed him to the ground like a stamp. After a dull thud, the ability user passed out. The Scavengers, as if nothing had happened, moved his shoulders and pulled out the spikes one by one. Through the holes in his bodysuit, it was clear that all his wounds had healed at an astonishing speed.

"Is that all you've got? I suggest you just surrender obediently; I want to get back quickly."

"Don't underestimate them! White Dove, charge!"

White Dove?

A man dressed in a white robe and wearing a white mask suddenly appeared. His aura was extremely sharp, completely different from the fodder from before.

"White Dove? With a colored code name, it seems you have some standing within the Black Crow."

"... Die!"

A small ball of white light appeared in the White Dove's palm; it was a white bird, no bigger than a fist, fluttering its wings, lifelike.

"Go!"

The bird suddenly accelerated, swooping down on the Scavengers, then splitting into several smaller birds, each incredibly fast, too fast to be seen with the naked eye. The Scavengers reacted instantly, flipping to the side and dodging the attacks of two birds with equally astonishing speed, but—

"Boom!!!"

The bird suddenly exploded, and a tangible white light formed a sphere more than two meters in diameter, affecting her right hand! After the white light dissipated, a hole more than two meters in diameter appeared in the void, with fine cracks along the edge of the hole. The Scavengers's right hand had completely disappeared, leaving only a smooth cross-section and gushing blood.

"You were careless, Scavengers," White Dove said, spreading her hands, her tone brimming with undisguised smugness. "My bird's explosion destroyed space itself! You know, abilities that can directly affect space are very rare, and those that can directly destroy space are even rarer. And you've got mine—"

He swallowed the rest of his words.

The regeneration is complete.

Just now, the white bone extended from the fracture surface, and in the blink of an eye, the hand bone was completed. The next instant, the newly formed bone was covered with a layer of flesh and blood vessels. A second later, the last bloodstain was also covered by new skin.

Perfectly intact.

"Hey, hey, hey... are you kidding me? This is practically molecular-level regeneration! Are you a monster?"

"A monster? Maybe, but now is not the time to dwell on that..."

Click!

The Scavengers reached into the leather pouch hanging at his waist and pulled out two items.

Those were two pistols, one black and one white.

The two guns were extremely beautiful in design, with intricate patterns engraved on their mirror-like surfaces. There was not a single flaw from the muzzle to the trigger. The shape of the muzzle resembled a wild beast with its jaws wide open, exuding a wild yet noble air.

But what's most impressive isn't the gun itself, but what's hanging below the barrel.

Those were two bayonets.

Each bayonet was over twenty centimeters long, with the portion extending more than ten centimeters beyond the barrel. They gleamed with a chilling light, sending shivers down one's spine at a single glance.

Bayonets are more commonly found on long firearms like rifles and submachine guns, and rarely on pistols. However, these two bayonets look perfectly natural mounted on the dual pistols, as if they were originally a set.

"Although I could deal with someone like you bare-handed, my clothes would get torn to shreds, so let's finish this quickly."

The Scavengers held a black pistol horizontally in front of his chest in his left hand, and a white pistol vertically in his right hand, which overlapped with his left arm to form a cross-like shape.

"--Up, White Night, Black Star!"

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By the way, regarding dual pistols, you can imagine them as ebony and ivory with bayonets hanging from them, like in the new Devil May Cry.