The remaining guards stood frozen in shock.
Then, almost chanically, they raised their swords toward Jax.
But those blades trembled violently in their hands.
Because the face they were witnessing made their blood run cold. His gaze wasn’t even directed at them, yet they felt as if their throats were already in his grasp.
It didn’t feel like Jax was the one surrounded.
It felt like they were the prey.
They watched helplessly as Jax pushed his sword deeper into the professor’s throat. Slowly. Deliberately. The poor man retreated step by step, bending backward, until he collapsed onto the ground.
Jax followed his descent perfectly.
The blade never pierced flesh. Never drew blood. It simply declared one absolute truth.
One wrong move, and this sword would tear apart everything it touched and that is why poor professor was not able to use his skillset.
The crowd watched in horror.
Sylvie, who had been wearing that mischievous expression just seconds ago, now stood with her jaw hanging open.
Her brain couldn’t process the scene before her. Those boys had been writhing in agony, clawing at their torn throats, until finally the movent stopped.
They were dead.
Her face remained frozen in that strange combination of her earlier mockery and current shock.
Beside her, Roxana wore no expression at all.
When those boys’ souls departed this world, hers had apparently joined them for eternal peace.
Across the hall, Astrid pressed both hands against her cheeks.
"You stupid..." Her voice ca out as barely a whisper.
"What were you thinking?"
Then Lysandra’s voice cut through the silence.
"Professor Jax! Back off imdiately!"
Jax turned his head for a brief second. Then returned his gaze to the terrified professor beneath him.
"Why should I?"
Lysandra marched toward him, frustration boiling over.
"I’m warning you for the last ti! If you don’t comply, you will receive a punishnt far worse than the cri you’ve already committed!"
Her eyes burned with authority. "And I will personally ensure it!"
Jax laughed.
His eyes never left the professor’s terrified face.
"Punishnt? Cri?" Then his voice changed.
It beca hard. Cold. Villainous.
"Cri for what?" The words escalated into a shout.
"Lysandra, if you act more stupid than you already are right now, the next throat to be cut will be yours!"
Pure rage consud him. He didn’t fully comprehend what he was doing anymore.
The crowd shrank back further. Whatever fear they had felt before multiplied tenfold after hearing those words.
He had just threatened the headmistress.
In front of everyone.
Jax planted his foot firmly on the professor’s chest, pinning him to the ground.
"If protecting my student is a cri..." His voice rang through the silent hall.
"If the law stands against my student, then I’ll stand against the law."
His foot pressed harder.
"If killing these fuckers is a sin, then I will gladly burn in hell for it."
His eyes swept across the terrified nobles.
"If protecting my world from these devils is a cri..."
A dark smile crossed his face.
"Then I’ll beco the world’s greatest criminal."
Every word landed heavy. Impactful. But also confusing.
The crowd understood his rage. Understood his desire to protect his student. Going this far was unbelievable, but comprehensible.
But that last line?
Protect my world from these devils?
What did that an?
Then their eyes widened.
The dead boys’ bodies were evaporating.
Slowly dissolving into particles. Fading from existence like they had never been real to begin with.
Lysandra’s breath caught in her throat.
Others who understood gasped in horror.
These weren’t ordinary students.
They were otherworldly beings. Champions sent to conquer this world. The sa ones so of the present ones had fought before.
Now she understood. Now she knew why Jax had killed them without hesitation.
"Professor Jax." Her tone shifted completely.
"Can you please release Professor Abel? We need to interrogate him regarding what he was planning with these... otherworld students."
Jax’s response ca with a swift motion.
Slice.
The sword’s edge cut across the professor’s tongue. Blood pooled in his mouth imdiately.
Abel choked, forced to swallow his own blood.
"I’m sorry, headmistress." Jax’s voice held no remorse.
"But I’m afraid his dead body won’t be able to answer your questions."
Lysandra’s frustration reached its peak.
Today had been nothing but humiliation after humiliation. And behind every single incident of it there stood this man.
"Professor, please understand!" Her voice strained with desperation.
"We need him alive! This is a serious matter! We don’t even know if he’s guilty!"
Jax responded instantly. "Guilty?"
He tilted his head mockingly.
"Oh, headmistress. You don’t understand. Guilty or not regarding these otherworld students doesn’t matter to ."
His smile turned cold.
"For , he was guilty the mont he made my student cry."
The sword traced along Abel’s cheek.
"The least I can do is cut his tongue. Then the hand that dared to grip hers."
He smirked down at the bleeding professor.
"Besides, we don’t know if he’s one of them either. Isn’t it better to kill him now and find out? I’m quite curious myself."
Lysandra’s eyes narrowed. "Professor, don’t play your gas with . I know you better than that."
Her voice steadied.
"If he was one of them, you wouldn’t have waited. You would have killed him instantly instead of toying with him."
She stepped closer.
"And for your assurance, I’ve known Professor Abel for more than fifteen years. That’s long before their arrival in our world."
Jax clicked his tongue in annoyance.
She had caught him.
He pulled the sword free. The tip dripped with blood.
Internally, Jax cursed her perceptiveness. He knew perfectly well the professor wasn’t one of them. When his rage had peaked earlier, he had instinctively used his Body Swap skill towards the three of them.
Not to possess them.
To inspect them.
The skill functioned as a detection tool. If a target’s level exceeded his own, the skill failed entirely. If their level was lower, he could use it freely.
More importantly, the skill displayed nas differently.
For the professor, the status screen showed "Undefined" under the na field. Standard for residents of this world.
But for the two students?
The ones he didn’t want to look at. He only looked at their screen because it contained more information.
Their nas appeared clearly.
And thus the skill confird that they were the champions just like him.
That revelation had made his blood boil. His decision to kill them was instantaneous.
Now, Professor Abel coughed violently, spitting blood onto the marble floor.
"Headmistress! I’m innocent! I swear on my daughter’s life!"
His voice cracked with desperation.
"These students showed exceptional potential in martial arts! That’s the only reason we recruited them! I know nothing more than that! Nothing!"
Lysandra nodded slowly.
"Regardless, we need to investigate this matter thoroughly. We’ll require your full cooperation. Don’t worry, we—"
"Professor Abel." Jax cut in sharply.
His eyes locked onto the fading corpses.
"Which of those two was stronger?"
Abel blinked in confusion.
"I— what?"
Jax grabbed his collar and yanked him close. "Tell fast."
His voice dropped to sothing terrifying.
"If their bodies fade completely before you answer, I promise you won’t have a tongue left to utter another word."
Abel’s trembling finger pointed toward the red-suited boy’s remains.
His head had already vanished. Arms gone. Legs dissolved. Only his chest remained, fading rapidly.
Jax smiled.
He released the professor and moved instantly toward the disappearing body. His hand pressed flat against the remaining chest.
Then he pulled.
Purple energy erged from the corpse. Threads of power flowing through the air, snaking toward Jax like rivers finding their ocean. The energy entered his body, absorbed into his very soul.
Every strand. Every fragnt.
Until nothing remained of the champion except empty air.
The crowd stared in stunned silence.
To them, it looked like forbidden magic. Dark sorcery. Sothing that should never be witnessed, let alone perford publicly.
But no one dared object.
Not after what they had seen him do. Not with his current mood.
Jax stood there smiling.
He had finally obtained a powerful summon.
For many days now, Jax had been practicing this new ability. Summoning magic. He had ditated endlessly, feeling the flow of mana, studying energy signatures, understanding the chanics.
Then he had tested it on dead bodies.
Bodies he had killed himself, of course.
But he was innocent in those cases. Purely innocent.
That sa dwarf from before, he had harassed won in the market therefore he had beca his first guinea pig. Justice served and experintal data gathered simultaneously.
Through those experints, Jax learned everything.
How the magic functioned. How to absorb souls. How to summon them. How many he could hold at once.
He had killed one more target after that. Another beacon of justice mont. Used that body to test his capacity limits.
The discovery was disappointing.
He could only hold one summon for now.
So he had released both weak souls and continued searching for sothing better.
Sothing stronger.
And tonight, that search had finally ended.
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