Chapter 152 - If You Want It That Much, Then Move On! (2)

"Since Wise Solomon is asking for it, then this junior - by seniority - will accept it." Radres glanced briefly at Solomon, then spoke with a friendly smile on his face. No one thought that he would give up on the matter by saying such a thing. After all, a student of the Central School did not need to accept the request of someone who was just a simple official at the Central School. But this did not apply to Radres. Although he had just entered, he also knew that there was one other highly respected person in the Central School besides the six Seniors, the four Leaders, and the principal. And that person was Solomon Legemeton, also called the 'Sage' or 'Wise', who was the chief official and chief clerk of the Great Library of Rezuba!

Radres smiled as looking indifferent. He had only spoken to Asil three times in this entire time. Sunlight shining downwards illuminated his graceful figure, his long shiny hair and perfect demeanor. As far as he was concerned, Asil was not even equal to an insect. By the time he finished the conversation with Solomon, Asil had already left his mind.

Blood-covered Asil, on the other hand, was like a small ant that could be crushed by an elephant with a single step!

For Radres, what had just happened was completely unimportant. This was not because he felt contempt for Asil. He didn't care about Asil even a little. With a smile on his face, he went towards the crowd he was in the middle of a moment ago and started talking to those around him indifferently as if the events before had never happened.

All the female students seemed to be obsessed with him. Others regarded him with the utmost respect. Everyone who spoke to Radres was completely ignoring Asil, as if they had already forgotten his existence.

Asil was like the opposite of Radres. His body was covered in blood, parts of his clothes were torn, and he now looked pathetic.

Asil could feel what Radres was thinking of him. It wasn't contempt, it was outright disregard. Radres had completely ignored his own existence. As the feeling penetrated into his soul, he looked towards Radres, who was slowly drifting away, with an eerie dark look in his eyes. Clenching his teeth and fists, he wanted to step forward. However, his body condition was so bad that even taking a single step forward required an unimaginable amount of effort. Even continuing to stay up without fainting was a great success in itself.

Move... Move... Move... I can't let him go without fighting back... After ignoring me, I can't let it go like nothing happened... Move... Move... Damn it, move forward!! Mo...

"If you want it that much, then move on!"

As Asil was shouting to himself in his mind to step forward, his entire mind was instantly emptied by the sudden appearance of a female voice. His whole mind, even his whole soul, shook with a shattering sound after this unbelievably ancient female voice that sounded so familiar though he was sure he had never heard it before. This breaking sound was quite similar to the sound a huge chain makes when it is broken, but it was much deeper and more majestic than that!

All the blood in Asil's body suddenly stirred as if it had been suddenly affected by something, and all the muscles he could not move began to move beyond their limits, ignoring the possibility of harming themselves. Ignoring the female voice echoing in his mind and the breaking sound that made his soul shake, Asil finally took a step forward, and as soon as he took that step, he opened his mouth to roar with his hoarse voice. But when his voice was coming out of his throat, he stopped himself, swallowed all the words he wanted to say, and watched Radres leave without saying anything.

Sensing the sudden change in Asil's body, Solomon narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. Then, after watching his behavior, he smiled and spoke in a voice so low that only Asil could hear: "There's nothing wrong with standing up to him or challenging him, but few people could put the drawn sword back in its sheath. A lesson can be learned from what happened today. These lessons you learn will become the keys that will make you stronger." After his speech, Asil slowly turned his body and greeted Solomon with his joined palms.

Without saying anything, Asil spat out another mouthful of blood, clenched his jaw, and slowly walked to leave. His feet felt as if they could shatter into pieces at any moment. His body was soaked with sweat, and his every step caused a heart-rending pain. He slowly walked away as he looked like a defeated wolf in a battle.

Solomon looked like he was going to say something as he left, but chose not to do so and watched him leave in silence.

Asil returned to his residence in the Outer School and immediately closed the door as soon as he entered. He took a few steps and fell to the ground unconscious. He didn't know how many levels there was between him and Radres. But since even with the smallest movements, he had done so much damage to him, the difference was not small at all. But he still refused to surrender and was naturally wounded.

When Asil, unconscious for three days, opened his eyes, his whole body was in pain. Although it was difficult for him to move, he struggled to take a sitting position. His hands were in pain as if their skin had been ripped out as he touched the ground to take a sitting position.

As time continued to move forward, he continued to sit in the middle of his residence, breathing heavily. After a while he looked at his hands and saw ten broken nails sticking out from the skin of his palms. After three days of unconsciousness, the nails had scabbed over. But as these scabs were damaged as he struggled to sit up, blood was now oozing out.

Asil looked at his hands expressionlessly. After a while, he pulled out the ten broken nails one by one. Blood oozed from his smashed palm, dripping onto the floor and filling the room with the smell of coagulated blood.

Throughout this entire process, Asil's expression never changed. There was an obvious cruelty in him right now as he acted as if these hands were not his own.

After staring at the ten bloody nails for a moment, he gathered them up and placed them on the small nightstand next to his bed. He planned to look at them daily to remember the humiliation, ridicule, humiliation, weakness, and disregard he had suffered today.

Tenfold... No! The day would come when he would be repaid a hundredfold!

"Radres...." Asil spoke eerily in a voice that was almost too hoarse to be his own. "I'll teach you personally what it's like to be ignored!"