CHAPTER 53: CONTROLLED BERSERKER.

The girl appeared back outside, before the Gate’s entrance, where alot of medics stood.

Her bountiful chest rose and fell rapidly, as she rode the high of just narrowly avoiding what she presumed was her death.

Her vision suddenly swayed, and she felt a warm liquid slide down her neck to chest. Raising her hand to touch it, she saw a red, viscous liquid... Her blood, on her fingers.

The next second, pain began to spread from her neck to other parts of her body, her breathing becoming more labored.

"Help!" She screamed, or what she believed was a scream.

It didn’t matter if it was a scream or not though, as the medics were already at her side.

"Shit! She’s poisoned," one of them said urgently.

"Damned Hemlocks!" Another cursed. "Quick on feet... Or she won’t last long.

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Seraphina stood under the dark red sky, her hands still held in position as though holding a person captive... A single blade drawn.

She seemed completely oblivious to the chaos she had caused amongst the medics outside, her attention still stolen the double announcements from her watch, feeling like she had just been robbed.

A bitter feeling curling in her guts.

The watch-like device on her wrist, showed her points climb from 6 to 8 points.

Her attention finally turned away from the device, the darkened expression on her face, easing into one that bothered on playful, and expressionless calm.

"Tsk" she clicked her tongue in irritation, seeing a small line of bright red blood, on one side of bladed tip of her matte black dagger, contrasting with the dark brown of out-worlders.

"This is troublesome," she muttered, "I wonder what she must be going through right now."

The blood of out-worlders, or anything related to them at all, including genes, saliva, meat and things of the like, were incredibly toxic to human life, and was even worse for vampires, who could feel poisoned, just by smelling their blood for too long.

Although she didn’t plan on harming the girl... Actually, she did, should the girl not cooperate. Introducing out-worlder blood into her system, even if just a drop, was not part of her plans... Plus the blade also had her venomous saliva

Using the blade as it was, was only to scare the girl into obedience, as when the girl discovered that she had a bladed out-worlder blood against her neck, she would easily fold.

Unfortunately, she had lost control of her emotions a bit, but that small lapse, could cost her life, or in this case, the girl’s.

"I really am a bad assassin." She shook her head.

Glancing at the leaderboards again, that now had new names pooping up as more and more people made it to 5 points, her mood soured again.

"Do I give up?" She muttered.

The situation seemed quite hopeless to her, as from her accumulated points, racing against the leading figures looked like a fruitless effort.

The gains would be worth the efforts if she could manage to hit fifty points before them, but that notion seemed delusional, especially since the top 1 position, was not letting up at all.

"I knew you were more than met the eye," she said to herself, recalling white haired, handsome young man, that openly antagonized and humiliated the Crofts, even daring to speak badly against their hierarchy.

In broad daylight!

An event that was surely broadcasted, and many in Elysium would see, this included of course, other noble families.

"Storme... Brother of the White Witch huh? Interesting," she mumbled.

’My mana reserves can only last an hour before I’m forced to stop and recover... if I continuously use shadow sense conservatively.’ she thought.

Giving up? That wasn’t in her books at all. Since when was she known to give up?

In truth, she had never put Emma Croft, nor Blaze Hilton in her eyes at all. The win was already more than guaranteed for her.

But now, not only were the both of them above her, she wasn’t even in the top three, talk less of number one, like she was supposed to. Instead, she was placed five, with the worst part being that two new characters occupied first and second place.

Her shadow shifted unnaturally, and she took of into the distance, burning mana to sense shadows around a certain radius from her.

Reaching fifty points before the others? Who said it was impossible?!

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Unlike Seraphina who was a little shaken by the announcements, Emma’s expression only soured, as she carried on.

She had already expected something like that happening. But while she had expected it, it still left a bad taste in the mouth, that somebody else achieved if before her.

She was yet to even find a single student, forget about eliminating them.

What made it even worse, was that the person who had achieved it, plus another achievement she had not accounted for, was the least person she expected to do it.

If there was anybody she felt had the highest chance of securing the achievement, it was Seraphina. But staring back at her from the watch, was a name she least expected.

’Did he finally decide to take things seriously?’ she questioned internally, as she raced across the caked soil, lightning crackling softly over her form.

’Well it seems even he couldn’t ignore the allure... Or was it ego bruise?’

’I doubt it, that sloth is too lazy to have an ego, talk more of having it bruised. He would rather he be at home doing something else.’

A small smile curved up her lips, as she looked ahead, lightning dancing over her like small snakes. Compared to Sean’s usage of lightning, hers was very meticulous and controlled.

"Good," she muttered as she pulled a hair pin from her head.

The pin quickly expanded into a rod, moving half like liquid metal, and part like the arrangement of nanobots.

Lightning flowed from her skin to the rod, as she unleashed it like a berserker, on the Stage-2 out-worlder that was only just reacting to her presence now.

For a person whose lightning control was so fine tuned, her swing was completely savage.

*BOOOMMM!*