Saga of Atlantis

Chapter 92  [Entrance Ceremony]: Turning Point 2

[Third person POV:general]

"Hello there, ladies and gentlemen of this esteemed academy," he said. His voice resonated within the sphere, commanding attention.

"Here he is," Eden mumbled to myself as I fixed his gaze on the man standing on the stage while he took out a popcorn packet from my inventory.

The man, appearing to be in his fifties, emitted an aura of calculated menace.

His once-black hair, now streaked with strands of silver, framed a weathered countenance, cascading into a receding hairline that hinted at the passage of time.

Cloaked in dark ceremonial robes, which seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, he presented a silhouette that was both imposing and mysterious.

His posture exuded a potent combination of authority and a subtle yet unsettling energy.

As soon as his words got registered by everyone, most teachers quickly headed towards the man on the stage, ready to capture him, but a sudden increase in gravity made every student groan in pain while the movement of the teachers became slow.

"Stay put, or everyone in this area will die," the man warned sternly, making the teachers unsure of how to react.

"Who are you?" a teacher below asked, while others tried to surround him.

Without answering, he pressed on, "This entire sphere is a bomb. If I desire it, everyone within it will perish, and don't even think about any backup. No one is going to come help you, so if you guys move even a little, every student will die."

After some time, a teacher, with a solemn expression, examined the sphere's wall, which was adorned with space runes and gravity runes. "He's not lying. It'll explode if triggered."

And the rest of the students and teachers may not have felt it, but Eden did.

The whole space around us got heavier after the sphere was erected, making everyone's movement slower than it should be.

Adding the gravity runes, every student will have trouble moving if he even increases a little more.

"She is on the verge of exploding," Eden mumbled as he looked at the girl beside the hero, Aron.

Cassia, who has now stood up trembling as she slowly moved forward, her every move was as difficult as it could be, but she held her ground while looking at the man on the stage as she placed her fingers on her space ring. And right before her was Aron.

As if achieving his goal, the man grinned and nodded twice, then proceeded toward the princess.

The man approached the princess with a grin, saying, "Well, well, look who we've got here." He stood in front of the still-frozen princess. "How have you been, Experiment Number 02?"

"W–why a–are you here?"

Angelina shivered and asked breathlessly. She tried attempting to move back, but her body seemed unresponsive. Unable to budge, she chose the next best thing—looking away from him.

"When I talk, keep your eyes on me, 02," the man commanded, gripping Angelina's jaw and forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Let her go!" Aeloria shouted, attempting to move, but a sudden surge in gravity weighed on her shoulders.

Her knees weakened, causing her to stumble to the ground as she fell face first.

"Anyone who interrupts me again will face death," the man declared coldly, his gaze sweeping over everyone on the stage.

He snatched the microphone from Angelina's hands while pushing her away, moving toward the speech podium.

"Well, again, hello there, ladies and gentlemen of this estimated academy," the man said as he stood on the speech podium, as no one within the sphere had the strength to let alone reply to him.

"My name is Warja Shinda", and without being bothered by the unresponsive audience, he continued, "Most people should know me by the name 'Sanguine of Bloodlines'".

Most of the noble students and teachers gasped in astonishment as they heard his name. Well, he is a pretty famous researcher of bloodlines in this world, someone who is completely obsessed with it.

Most of the kingdom gives him the utmost importance and respect whenever he goes there, and all this was good until his affiliation with the dark church came to light.

*Tremble*

Just as he was about to say, the building trembled as if something huge had hit it. That was because of the power the headmaster was using to forcefully open the sphere, but Warja just ignored it and continued. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Today, after a prolonged period, I will share my knowledge with all of you," he said with a smile, about to continue when he was abruptly interrupted by a voice.

"Stop! Who do you think yo—," our student council president, or as I affectionately call him, the random dog, attempted to stand up, shouting.

*Tud*

Before the poor guy could even complete his words, Warja arrived in front of him.

With one clean swipe of his bare hands, he effortlessly severed the head from the body, splattering crimson blood and white brain matter across the Warja's face and clothes.

"Ahh.."

"My... God.."

"W-when..."

The horrified murmurs of the students echoed through the sphere.

"I said do not interrupt me again," he declared, casually cleaning the blood off his face with the back of his hand as he returned to the podium.

"I told him to look after his attitude," Eden mumbled, observing the headless body of the president as he nonchalantly retrieved another pack of popcorn from my inventory.

And with that, he also stood up as he also took out his knife ring, ready to take action now that the time was right.

"Hah, where was I?" he asked before nodding and continuing his speech. "Yes, I was going to share my knowledge."

And with a serious tone, he declared, "There is no God."

"The only one who was close to a god and was helping humans was the Human God who is now nowhere to be found."

"Their can't be anyone, god; this is our ridiculous thinking in terms of superior beings and inferior beings, where we are the inferior ones."

"So why do we worship them?" He said as he looked at the students below, "We do it because it gives us order and harmony that a god never arranged for us; we are the ones who build it."

"What a fucking lunatic concept is that we bow down before someone who slaughters millions of innocent children; some die slowly while others agonizingly starve to death."

His anger became evident as he raised his voice. "What folly me even more is that we are thought not to insult them since childhood, but damn those fuckers."

"Those sadistic bastrads just like to watch us suffer!"

"And fuck you, god, strike me down if you dare!" he shouted, moving in an open area as he closed his eyes and opened his arms wide while facing upwards.

"AHHHHH!" As Warja stood there with his eyes closed and a battle cry, Cassia charged toward him, wielding a large sword. Swift on her feet, in an instant, her sword was poised to strike.