Novel Full Chapter 790: Taking Action
Chapter 790: Taking Action
Michael could not blame himself for thinking otherwise.
Even if his growth slowed from this point onward, he did not believe that in a hundred years he would become ordinary. That thought had never once crossed his mind. Who could say what he would possess by then, what methods he would master, what compensation he could offer at that level?
He was confident in that much.
The Sanctuary supervisor let out a quiet breath and straightened, the matter clearly settled in her mind.
"That will be all for today," she said. "It is time for you to depart."
Caelum nodded once.
He stepped closer and placed a firm hand on Michael’s shoulder.
Michael did not resist.
This was an action he was already familiar with. Whenever someone far stronger than him wanted to relocate him instantly, this was usually how it began. A hand on the shoulder. A brief sense of spatial distortion. Then the world would blur and reform somewhere else.
At least, that was how it was supposed to go.
Almost immediately, Michael’s eyes widened.
He stared at Caelum in pure shock, his pupils tightening as something far heavier than simple teleportation pressure washed through him. There was no time to react.
The sensation slammed into him all at once.
Then everything went dark.
Michael’s body went slack, consciousness severed cleanly.
Even the Sanctuary supervisor blinked in surprise.
Her gaze flicked from Michael’s unconscious form to Caelum’s impassive face, her brows lifting slightly.
She studied him for a brief moment, clearly considering whether to ask.
Caelum did not look inclined to explain.
In the end, she did not press him.
After all, she did not believe that after spending such an absurd amount of resources on the boy, the old man would suddenly decide to harm him. That would make no sense. Not politically. Not personally. Not financially.
Still, she spoke, her tone carrying quiet authority.
"Nothing unnecessary is to be done to him," she said calmly. "He still owes me far too much."
She paused, then added pointedly, "Unless you intend to pay that debt yourself."
For the first time, Caelum’s grip softened.
Only slightly.
"I understand," Caelum replied.
That was all he said.
He gave a short nod and turned his attention forward, his posture settling as if the matter were already concluded.
"We are ready to leave."
The Sanctuary supervisor watched them for another moment, her expression unreadable. Then she stepped back, allowing the space around them to distort as Caelum’s power took hold.
As the light twisted and folded inward, her gaze lingered on Michael’s unconscious face.
A hundred years, she thought.
She shook her head faintly.
By then, what kind of existence would he be?
The question remained unanswered as space collapsed, and the two figures vanished from her sight.
Caelum reappeared beside a familiar post.
The transition completed in silence.
A moment later, the oppressive atmosphere of Hell pressed in from all sides within the Elven forest territory of the fifteenth floor.
Michael floated unconscious at his side, suspended by Caelum’s power, his expression slack and pale.
Caelum frowned.
To be honest, he had not wanted to do it.
This had never been part of the clean version of the plan.
Not only that, he had fought the royal princess of the Elven realm.
That single act had dragged everything forward.
Their exit had been forced far sooner than Caelum preferred.
At this point, the academy Michael came from was almost certainly waiting beyond the Elven territory, positioned just outside the boundaries of the fifteenth floor. Caelum could already imagine it.
Then situation just got a bit more complex.
Caelum’s jaw tightened.
He had no intention of handing over a holy child to an organization like the academies.
Not to one that even the Federation could not fully control.
He would not allow that.
Caelum glanced at Michael again, studying the boy’s unconscious form as he drifted beside him.
"You really don’t make things easy," he muttered quietly.
The decision to knock him out had not been made lightly.
But it had been necessary.
Michael did not look easy to fool.
If Caelum had tried to move him while he was fully conscious, explanations would have been required. Delays would have followed. And delays, right now, were unacceptable.
Better to deal with the consequences later.
Caelum did not linger.
The moment he left the Elven territory behind, he accelerated, his figure blurring as he pushed straight toward the exit of the fifteenth floor of Hell. He was moving fast.
He had just reached the final stretch when a voice spoke calmly behind him.
"Now that’s interesting."
Caelum froze.
He stopped completely.
The air around him seemed to tighten as he turned slowly, power coiling instinctively beneath his skin. His eyes locked onto the figure standing several dozen meters away as if he had always been there.
The man was smiling.
It was an easy smile, relaxed and almost amused, completely out of place in Hell.
If Michael had been awake, he would have recognized him instantly.
Director Arven.
The strangest man in the academy. The kind of person no one could ever quite read, no matter how long they watched him. His clothes were unremarkable, his posture casual, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets as if he were taking a stroll.
Right now, Arven’s gaze was fixed squarely on Caelum.
"Where," Arven asked lightly, tilting his head, "are you rushing off to with academy property?"
Caelum’s eyes narrowed.
The unconscious Michael floated beside him, suspended in midair, completely defenseless. Caelum shifted subtly, placing himself half a step closer, his presence shielding the boy.
"I did not sense your arrival," Caelum said evenly.
Arven chuckled softly.
"That’s because I didn’t arrive just now."
He took a step forward, boots crunching lightly against scorched ground.
"I’ve been here for a while. Watching. Waiting."
"So," Arven continued, his smile widening just a little, "you wouldn’t mind explaining why a student under academy protection is being carried unconscious?"