I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Javier Wright, the white-haired male with a pair of onyx eyes, sat cross-legged on his bed, his chin resting on his arm while the others walked around his room.

His room was located on the second floor, with two below and two more above.

His gaze shifted between them, his lips curled upwards and then downwards, while images and conversations of the day reeled into his head.

'What a mess, this whole thing is causing unnecessary stress. Will Katherin be able to pull it off in the end?'

The bizarre yet incomprehensible goal of attacking the System Users.

It was ridiculous at first but after being introduced into the Cult, he couldn't help but be pulled by their words. But now, all those were being questioned.

'Well, not by me since I've received word from her….but the others…'

He looked up again, a frown creasing between his eyebrows.

Standing by his window was Gregory, and a few inches away, resting on the wall was Yon Duke.

On his bed, beside him were Aurora and Lucy and at the foot of his bed was the new addition to the group.

A situation that arose thanks to Katherin a few weeks ago, though, from a different class.

"Ruffia Jones." He muttered, grabbing the attention of the blue-haired girl.

She had a distant expression, her gaze devoid of warmth or emotion.

Her hair was blue and tied to a pair of pigtails, with its tip dyed black. Its length stopped just below her waist, with braids and bangs on her forehead.

She raised a brow as she turned to Javier.

"What is it?" She asked, disinterest laced in her tone.

Javier frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

'What's with this bitch. Since back then and now, she's never given me an honest expression or statement. Everything about her….seems so half-assed.'

"Katherin sent word. We will be beginning the operation soon."

The room turned tense with his statement, their gazes locked on him as he sat up on the bed.

"Katherin sent word? How long ago?"

Lucy asked, her tone laced with hesitation. She narrowed her gaze while she stared at him, his gaze locking into hers and easily shifting away as it did so.

"That's not what's important. We now have a mission, that's what's important."

"A mission?" Yon Duke repeated, curiosity and confusion laced in his voice.

The cohort had grown stronger with their stay in the Academy.

Most had learnt the basics of what they'd been taught and somehow levelled up during their free days on the weekends.

It was a bonding time for the group, as Javier had made it certain they stick together.

'....though, this wench makes it sickly. All my strategies and group plans….made useless by one bitch.'

He felt disgusted simply by the sight of her, and perhaps a burning rage at the thought that continuously crept up in his head.

'A Water Hero? What nonsense! So you're saying they're others? Other Heroes chosen by Mayura other than me? What utter bullshit.'

This was also the source of much of his inherent rage, though he had brought it upon himself to act normal, despite his disapproval.

"Yes, a mission. We've been tasked with taking care of the Year One securities….the Golems and Magic Torrents especially.

It seems like plan extermination will be carried out soon."

The tension escalated, his friends glancing at each other when Rufia broke it.

"So, all we need to do is take care of the defence and not kill them directly? That's a simple matter."

"It is….so, you will have to negotiate with the Year Three members of the cult to help you."

She shook her head.

"There's no need for that, my level is more than enough to take care of those tin cans."

Despite the hostel's nature, the presence of a defensive manoeuvre when the lives of the students were at stake was precedent.

This was one of many reasons why Assassins, who were majorly focused on stealth, were sent, and even at that, it was only done by well-vested Assassins.

"I hope Miss. Katherin is okay…..we don't even know what they're doing with Wisdom. I hope she's not suffering the same fate."

Aurora muttered as she looked away, biting down on her nails as she grumbled.

It was a difficult period, as decisions that would forever impact their lives were being made in this room.

"She'll be okay. She sent word, didn't she? I'm sure she's found the supposed visitors and has decided to carry out the plan."

Gregory interjected.

"Yes, I assumed so as well," Javier said with a sigh. "The school is already on high alert with her stunt yesterday. We can't expect her not to pull another…..but perhaps she will be more prepared this time."

They nodded, while Ruffia walked towards the door.

"We're done with the nightly meetings for today. I will go and take care of my end….so ensure you begin yours immediately."

The cohort watched in silence as her footsteps diminished, her presence waning away from their radar.

Gregory and Yon Duke glanced at each other, and then at Javier.

"I hope you can tolerate her for a bit longer.

We can tell you want her dead."

Gregory said with a sigh, Javier remaining silent, his gaze glued to the doors.

The two girls stood up a few seconds later, walking towards Gregory and Yon. They had a task, one that required them to act immediately.

"When do we start? If katherin had sent word, then she must be getting ready to achieve her goal."

Lucy asked as she glanced out the window.

It was a quiet night, the moon's glow cascading a cold ethereal luminance on the clouds of the sky.

A beautiful canvas of the night.

One would mistake it for being real, but it was in fact, merely just an imitation of the real thing.

"We start now. Let's go over the security we're aware of….and start off from there."

"We'll have to be quiet as well. No one knows of our connection to the Uprisers yet, and there are many others whose position could be jeopardized if we don't act smart."

"Yes, it is just as you said. Not to mention the Control Room."

We don't know if they're currently watching us or not."

A moment of silence descended on the room; the cohort fixated on their thoughts for a moment.

"Let's not worry about the Control Room."

Javier's voice grabbed their attention, their gazes whipping towards him.

"Just like with Raph's assassination attempt, we have someone in there so they won't see us coming."

A smirk spread across his face, his onyx eyes, exuding a deep shade of black, untapped powers hiding beneath its depths.

"Let's begin."

*****

Late that same night, the Staff Building stood awake.

Academy faculties ought not to be active during the night, mostly because it is past closing time and the Academy Staff and Students go to their respective homes or Hostels.

But this night was an exception.

The sounds of chattering and footsteps echoed, magical lamps of ambient radiance floating on the ceiling, serving as its source of light.

The most empty cubicles had a few Staff who were on the edge of their seats.

A clue, or perhaps a lead, had found its way to their doorsteps, albeit not a method they preferred but one that occurred anyway.

Amongst the cubicles was a familiar one, though, an unrecognizable one.

The walls were burnt to a crisp, and the interior was a messy pile of burnt papers, tables and other office appliances.

It had undergone an extreme redevelopment, an explosive one to say the least.

Though the walls had been burnt down, a new one had been formed. A dome to be precise, where three figures stood within it.

Well, two stood, the third was tied to a chair, a bloodied rag tied over his mouth.

He appeared half the man he once was, and his heavy heaving spoke volumes of the trauma he was going through.

His feet shook, and his bloody fingers quivered.

Blood continued to drip down from the open wounds while cut-off phalanges stuck out below his chairs.

A scar had streaked across his face, and dried blood remained evident.

In front of the chair were an iron table, pliers and old tools neatly arranged, dried blood and flesh sticking out like a mouldy stain on a clean fabric. It was a difficult sight to swallow, and even more difficult to endure.

The two males, Kazim Nakhr and the Principal himself stood in charge of the matter, though their disappointed expressions spoke length of the scene.

"Wisdom Matata, I must say. You are one tough man."

The principal said as he stroked his beard, a click of the tongue echoing as he did so.

"Don't worry, Principal. He will give in, in the end."

"I know he will." The principal said with a sigh. "But time is of the essence and prolonging it any longer can endanger us."

He placed his finger on his beard, stroking it while they watched Wisdom in silence, hiding heavy breath piercing the walls of the Dome.

Wisdom cackled, a thick cord hanging behind his throat as he spat it out, a crimson mixture of blood and flesh splashing against the floor as he looked up at them.

"You won't get a thing from me. I would rather die than help the Non-system bastards!"

He screamed out, his body quaking from the force of his voice before panting heavily soon after.

Kazim sighed, fatigue pilling up within his body.

'What a hindrance….though, it doesn't matter.'

He grabbed a saw-like object, walking over to Wisdom with measured steps.

'I have all day.'

A piercing scream echoed the agony of pain and suffering projecting against the walls of the dome as the floor was painted with the crimson blood of their victim.

The night was long and so will the pain.