CHAPTER 274: CHAPTER 273- I WILL SAVE HER

One of the greatest advantages of the Time Chamber was simple—Adrian could enter and exit it as many times as he wished.

He knew Sylvie’s life hung by a thread. One careless move, one reckless risk, and she would die. That was why he had allowed Bishop’s poison-coated blades to pierce his body.

Each time the venom burned through him, Adrian slipped into the Chamber, drank a potion, and returned as if nothing had happened.

He had stocked more than enough potions—enough to keep an entire battalion alive—so the poison itself had never been the true danger.

The real problem began when Sylvie panicked. Her sudden reaction forced Adrian’s hand, and with no other choice, he drew the spare revolver Forgelet had gifted him.

That panic, however, created just the opening he needed. A single shot was all it took to bring Bishop down.

"Ah... where are we?" Sylvie’s voice trembled as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar place.

"We don’t time for that," Adrian replied, untying her hands quickly. His gaze hardened. "Tell me—did they do something to you? Cast a spell, maybe?"

If they had planted a delayed spell inside her, then the bullet he’d fired at her earlier would have erased it instantly.

But instead—

"T-They fed me a bug," Sylvie whispered, her face pale. "It was grey... and moving."

Adrian’s expression darkened. "The death worm..." He had heard of it—an executioner’s parasite, slipped into the body of hostages to ensure their deaths once demands were met.

The worm was merciless. It burrowed through flesh, devouring organs bit by bit, all while withstanding the heat of the human body.

Adrian clenched his jaw, opened the chat, and typed out a message:

’Does anyone know how to remove a worm from a body without harming the host?’

Three people were online, and one of them replied instantly. But not the one Adrian had been hoping for.

Idiot:[What happened?! Did they ambush you?]

Adrian typed back quickly, ’Yes. Head to the venue, but follow my instructions exactly.’

There was no further response. Idiot had gone offline—likely already rushing to the scene.

Moments later, another message arrived.

Raven:[I am a doctor by profession, and several specialists work under me, Dear. If you wish, I can examine your patient.]

Adrian exhaled through his nose, relieved. ’Good. I’m sending her over. Just... make sure she survives.’

Raven: [You have my word, Dear.]

Adrian turned to Sylvie. She was visibly tense, lips pressed together, but she didn’t speak.

He picked up the strip of fabric that had once gagged her. "I’m going to bind this over your eyes and send you to a doctor. Don’t panic, just listen to what they say. And Sylvie—don’t tell them anything about me or this world. Understand?"

Sylvie blinked, startled by the flood of instructions. Before she could form a question, Adrian tied the cloth securely around her eyes.

"You’ll be safe, Sylvie. Trust me." His voice carried a rare gentleness, and with a single command, he sent the ’commodity’ to Raven’s world.

Right now, Sylvie was being treated as nothing more than a tool—just as Dark Knight and Valor once sent him their armaments for tuning. Adrian himself couldn’t cross into other worlds, but he could still send others across.

A new notification popped up.

Forgelet:[I’ll be on the server for the next few hours. Call me if you need my help.]

Adrian smiled faintly at the screen. "Thank you, Forgelet. I’ll reach out if anything comes up."

...

"Shit!" Ariana cursed, sprinting toward the place where the students were trapped.

Her worst fear was already unfolding—the old man who had been floating in the air was now hurling glowing purple orbs at the students. Each orb exploded on impact, vaporizing their bodies into nothing.

Ariana’s eyes widened, rage flooding her veins. Heat surged through her blood as she launched herself forward without hesitation.

"Hm?" The old man sensed the disturbance behind him and turned—only to find a mace screaming down toward his skull.

"Pathetic." His face twisted in disdain. Without lifting a finger, he summoned a shimmering barrier above his head.

*TING!*

The mace slammed against the shield, its crushing force swallowed whole, momentum snuffed out like a candle flame.

Meanwhile, the battlefield erupted. The others clashed with the Acolytes, blades sparking and spells colliding.

Sarah hurled herself at the massive serpent, her hair lifting as if charged with unseen power, her sword drawn back in a killing stance.

*HISSSSS!*

The serpent’s roar shook the ground as it lunged to meet her midair.

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. With a single fierce motion, she swung her blade wide—splitting it apart into a storm of steel segments.

The composite sword rained down like a thousand falling guillotines, slicing into the serpent’s scales.

**BOOOOM!**

Each strike ignited bursts of molten fire. Lava erupted from the enchanted edges, exploding across the serpent’s flesh.

The beast screeched, its eyes seared, its vision drowned in blinding heat and flame.

Allen seized the opening and leapt into the ring, moving swiftly among the terrified captives. "Head south!" he urged, his voice cutting through their panic.

But fear had already sunk deep into them. Their hearts pounded in terror as their eyes flicked to the half-melted corpses lying nearby—reminders of their classmates who hadn’t made it.

Three students were already dead. Two of them wore the crest of Blackthorn Academy.

Allen’s chest tightened as he pushed through the group, each step heavy with dread. Then, at the very end, he spotted her—and exhaled in relief.

"Allen..." Elizabeth’s voice was weak. Blood streaked her lips, and her bruised face was tinted blue with swelling.

"Don’t speak. Just run south and stay hidden," Allen ordered firmly. "It’s too dangerous outside right now."

Elizabeth parted her lips to protest, but—

CRACKLE!

A surge of thunder ripped across the ground, sparks flaring as bolts danced in a circle around the clearing. A wall of lightning erupted, trapping the students inside and cutting off their escape.

Allen’s head snapped toward the source. The headmistress stood with a trembling hand, wiping the blood from her mouth. Her breaths came ragged, her shirt torn and charred from burns.

High above, the old man hovered, rising higher into the air. His eyes glowed pure white, and mana churned violently around him, warping the air with its weight.

"Who said anyone could leave?" His voice boomed across the arena.

He had been given a simple command: if the barrier ever fell, kill every soul inside.

And now, he intended to carry it out.

His gaze locked onto Ariana. Raising one crooked finger, he declared, "You will go down first."

Ariana grinned as she motioned with her fingers, ’Come at me,’

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.