F-Rank Soul Eater

Chapter 225: Oh, its wrong.

"Find Bloodshine, I’ll go get Pencil." Soren nodded at Cynthia, and she nodded back.

Even as soren darted through the corridors, he could sense the presence of more Nightmare creatures.

He really wanted to dive into the rooms and attack them, but he had to hurry to the others.

From what Polystar told them yesterday, nearly any test or exam involving Eldritch creatures within the academy resulted in the death of people.

If his friends died simply because he was after the profit of the winter games, he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror ever again.

And so soren ignored them.

However, that did not mean that he ignored his general environment.

After all, danger could come from anywhere.

Fortunately, these creatures were more interested in feeding than anything else.

Soren arrived at a room.

Boom.

He kicked the door open. There Tommy was, fighting off against the nightmare creature.

Soren wanted to help, but seeing the way Tommy treated the beast, he could not help but pity it.

After all, Tommy’s ability was...

Unravel.

Deep down, Tommy had always had the tendency to be a bit sadistic with his methods.

Back home, when they newly got their abilities, it had been the same thing with the rats.

This Nightmare creature was just so unfortunate to have have Tommy as its opponent.

Before Soren’s eyes, Tommy activated his ability—soul energy surrounding his body wide and wild.

—and then his prey.

It was a visceral display of both genius and unbecoming.

The nightmare creature rattled and wiggled wildly as its skin separated from muscle and then muscle from bones, like opening up a mat.

The only thing holding one Unravelled side with the other was the veins and arteries.

It was like a science experiment.

Its screams filled the room, tears falling from its six eyes.

But once the last of its body had been separated, it went quiet.

Dead.

Tommy walked over to the exposed body and from within, he dug out the core.

"Sup..." he waved at Soren, passing by him.

"Yeah... sup." Soren replied following him behind.

Next. They rushed to meet up with cynthia and Pencil.

After which, they went for Vass.

Vass had his own party, and impressively enough they had already hunted down a significant number of nightmare creatures.

No doubt, he did not need their help.

Soren checked on Sophia and her brothers. They too had woken up from the dreams of the nightmare creatures and began battling.

After a few more hours, a loud trumpet was heard.

Booooooouuuuuuu....

[All Eldritch creatures have been hunted]

The robotic voice announced.

[Calculating total score...]

[Scores calculated. Rankings are as follows]

Soren and his teammates looked above, hearts pumping in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

And then with loud Dings... the team named appeared.

Tommy was the first to scream... "we won. We won."

Soon, all the others began rejoicing. Cynthia carried Soren on her shoulder as she bubbled up and down in joy.

Soren raised his hands up in joy. Happiness filled his heart.

"Yes... and to think it was so easy

." Pencil remarked.

"Yes... it was so... easy?"

Soren’s hands paused mid celebration.

"Easy..." he muttered to himself. "Easy... why was it so... easy?"

A thought came to his mind, and then he looked at the ranking board again. In first place was the name. "SOREN’S Party."

That was all there was.

Soren patted Cynthia’s shoulder for her to put him down.

The others still celebrated. Tommy, tried to raise Soren’s hands again. But no... not this time.

Soren turned to him. "Tommy... what’s the name of our party?"

"Our team? What do you mean? Its right there... Soren’s party. We are Soren’s team aren’t we?"

Soren frowned. "Of course...and then he moved."

Slash...

Blade slicing through Tommy neck. Blood fell. Everyone paused looking at Soren.

"Soren... what did you do?" Pencil asked.

But Soren’s gaze was steady. "All of you... you are not real, are you?"

He pointed his dagger at them.

"Soren... why would you day such a thing?" Sophia approached.

Soren smirked. "Because the day I name a party Soren’s party is the day the Real Tommy kicks my ass." He took fighting stance, facing all of them.

"The real Tommy would have come up with a far better name... because he knows that I am bad at naming things."

All of a sudden, the Tommy on the ground rose—body lifting against gravity and without support.

The neck healed. And then all around him—they smiled.

Wide.

—revealing rows of teeth and that long signature tongue belonging to the Nightmare creatures.

Again...

Soren woke up.

There it was... the nightmare creature. By his bed side, tongue in his ear.

His blade moved slicing off the tongue.

He repeated the same maneuver as the last time, and eventually killed it.

He wore his clothes, boot, but just as he was about to step out.

Boom...

Something whistled fast in front of him.

Soren took a look. Cynthia was the one that smacked the creature.

He sighed.

Again...?

Soren woke... by his side was the Nightmare creature.

He killed it....

Soren woke.

—The Nightmare creature.

This time around, after killing it, he sat crossed legged in his ruined room.

Soren had been in loops many times. But never. Never like this.

This... This was different. He was in a literal nightmare that refused to end.

Meaning that without a doubt, he was currently being drained.

Soren knew.

If he did not get out of this nightmare, he would definitely die.

However, the question remained. How was he going to do it?

After all, killing his way out of it was an obvious impossibility.

What was he to do?

His eyes turned to the door.

If it ass the last time, by now he would have dressed up and headed out.

He waited for a while more.

Three minutes.

Four minutes.

Ten minutes.

Still nothing.

And then he walked over to open the door...