Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 324: Collision: Part 1

Several students had gathered at the entrance of the Soul Fortress after they discovered some unknown figures had entered the mysterious realm. With the comprehensive security system in the mysterious realm, and also the fact that Shamika had never intended to hide his presence, this had allowed his whereabouts exposed.

A few students looked at Shamika from afar and communicated through their walkie-talkies. Soon, a tall young man with pale skin, holding a metal stick, appeared at the entrance. “Who are you all? How dare you trespass into the secret realm without permission!”

The tall young man named Shurkadie was a senior student who had spent three years in the Soul Fortress. Except for Margaret, he was the highest-regarded senior here. Since he liked to play baseball, he used a baseball bat as his weapon of dark energy. Surprisingly, the bat made a power weapon.

A few students were enjoying their downtime at the baseball field. Not that their professor would go out every day. So they had a field day, no longer having to work their butt off to produce potions when the professor was away. But before they could have enough fun, the security circle had sounded its alarm. Someone had invaded the mysterious realm of the Soul Fortress.

The student left the baseball field and rushed straight to the entrance, preparing to vent their frustration at the intruder.

Shamika cocked a brow and laughed with an unknown intention.

“We are from Olro coming to meet Professor Auldmandiller of Baine University. By the way, is Miss. Margaret here?” The maid in the red skirt stepped forward and explained her intention.

“Margaret?” The group of students had different expressions on their faces. They slightly calmed down upon hearing what the maid said. But Shurkadie felt these people were up to no good, and that they were rude.

The Darksiders of Olro were well-known for their rude manners. And this was recognized globally. Dark energy was not a common practice in Olro, so the number of Darksiders was not large. But the individual strength was remarkable.

“For what business you want to see Margaret? We can pass the message on your behalf.” Shurkadie suppressed his irritation.

“Nothing. Just looking around. By the way, remind her it’s time to go home.” The red skirt maid said.

“Let’s go. It seems that she is not here.” Shamika smiled and turned to leave. Suddenly he stopped, looked back, and smiled. “Oh, by the way, get someone of a higher level to receive us the next time we come. You all are not up to snuff.”

“Not up to snuff? Eat this!” It was a black student who stood beside Shurkadie, and he was known for his grumpiness. Upon hearing the belittling remark, he lost his patience and thrust his claw forward at Shamika.

Over thirty green threads shot out from his palm and flew toward Shamika from three different directions. Dark-energy threads pierced through the air like sharp blades. The dark green color of the threads showed the density of his dark energy, which was much stronger than that of the average students.

The maid in the red skirt turned deadly cold and stood behind Shamika. As she raised her arms, a triangular shield with beautiful cravings of a lion head popped up out of thin air in front of her. The gravitational force of the shield pulled the dark-energy threads to itself and then absorbed every single one of them.

“How dare you attack the master!” The eyes of the maid in the red skirt were wide-opened, her long skirt lit up in fine red lines.

“Garbage should have the self-awareness of the garbage!” She squeaked and took a step forward, the red threads on her long dress rose like dark-energy threads in a sea of red, shooting out at the students.

“Step aside!” Shurkadie knew how deadly the move of the opponent was. His pupils contracted as he lunged forward. Behind him, the phantom of a crystal warrior emerged and then disappeared into his body.

“Unite! Thrust!” He waved his baseball bat with full strength, creating a group of green flame in front of him to meet the flying red threads. The green flame rose as high as several meters in the air, just in time to intercept the incoming red threads, setting off a spark in the air.

A large part of the flame had died down like a cake missing a pie. When Shurkadie tried to deploy another one, it was too late.

The red threads fell from the sky and penetrated his limbs, like a rain of blood.

“Shurkadie!”

“Senior!”

Shocked, several students behind him rushed forward trying to help. But it was too late. Shurkadie fell on his knees before dropping motionless to the ground.

“Shurkadie!”

“Call Professor!”

“Where is Margaret?”

“She is on her way!”

The group of students pulled Shurkadie back. They gathered at the entrance, glaring at the maid in the red skirt.

“Let’s go. This is boring.” Shamika yawned as he walked toward the exit. The maid in the red skirt snorted, pulled back the red threads back onto her long skirt, and turned to follow Shamika.

Everyone could only watch as they left. But there was nothing they could do.

In the realm of the Darksiders, people at their age who could pull off the level of strength as Shurkadie did was a rare breed. His Crystal Warrior had shown its ability in actual combat. But the opponent from Olro he fought was far more powerful in dark energy than he was. This was an unfair duel.

When Shamika came before the exit and was about to step out, the mysterious realm trembled and a thick dark air emerged at the entrance.

“Why leave in a hurry since you two have come from so far? This will only make the Soul Fortress look bad in the eyes of the people.” A crisp and cold voice drifted from the direction of the fortress. It was the voice of a girl, a very confident girl.

Shamika reached out to touch the dark air in curiosity. “Film of the mysterious realm? Is this a lockdown?” He turned around and looked in the direction of the fortress. There, students had split into half to both sides as Margaret and another beautiful girl with long brunette hair stood at the entrance, looking at this side.

“Come back!” As the brunette reached out, rings of transparent ripples formed in mid-air, triggering the security system of the fortress to encase Shamika and the maid. In a flash of light, the two were brought back to the entrance.

“My name is Milla, I’m glad to have you two as guests of the Soul Fortress. So what’s the hurry?” Auldmandiller’s granddaughter, Milla Ashe stared at Shamika with Milla dead cold eyes.

“No one can simply walk away after injuring our man!” She spelled out the sentence word by word.

Shamika raised an eyebrow at Milla, then at Margaret. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t know. And I’m not interested to know.” Milla stepped forward. A tall purple crystal warrior emerged behind her.

…

Lin Sheng sauntered in the mansion.

Indicator lights were blinking on the high-precision instrument. Installed and calibrated, these instruments could help him observe various energy fields, with graphs that showed data change accuracy in milliseconds. They could also cultivate the puniest and most basic particles of dark energy. Not to mention the cloning of any group of dark-energy infected cells, and the rapid freezing of any kind of biological tissues and organs. They were even equipped with many isolation rooms, security rooms, and the ceremonial isolation room that Lin Sheng was most looking forward to. And these were only part of the instrument in the mansion.

Adolf had invested at least 300 million Miga dollars here to meet Lin Sheng’s requirement. Miga dollar was a sought after currency in the world. To put that in perspective, one Miga dollar was equal to 13 Xylond dollars. So it was self-evident that 300 Migan dollars was a damn big investment.