Critical Loss of Control

“A student has gone berserk in the Class A testing area! Requesting backup!”

A large group of teachers, medical personnel, and several people dressed as guards rushed to the Class A testing room.

Wen Qi and the other injured students were carried away on medical stretchers. Teacher Louie’s face no longer held its usual composure and ease. Her clothes were stained with blood and dust. She controlled herself and methodically arranged for people to go downstairs. After evacuating the students, her expression was no less serious.

“Evacuate all students from the entire building!” the person who had rushed over shouted, and began to pull up a blockade line.

The rampage of an A-rank bloodline could demolish an entire building. No one was allowed to get close under any circumstances.

“Reporting, teacher,” a voice reached Louie’s ear. She turned to see the pair of twins, their faces filled with worry. “There’s still one person who hasn’t escaped from the original testing room.”

Before Louie could ask, another student, enduring her injuries, shouted, “Wang Ning, Boli An, and Xiali are still inside!”

“The Academic Committee Member has lost control!”

“They’re in great danger right now!”

Teacher Louie’s brows furrowed tightly, and she was about to say something.

A black flying device floated in the air. A doctor in a white coat hurried over and said, “We can use the levitation device to administer an emergency injection from the air. We just need to turn on the navigation and surveillance now.”

Many of the students who had been suddenly called downstairs looked over curiously. A couple of black armored vehicles even drove in, and a team of well-trained, well-equipped guards quickly jumped out, heading towards the building with the levitation device.

A student from another class let out a “holy crap” and said, “Is one student going berserk really that big of a deal? They even had to deploy the guard team to suppress it!”

The person standing next to her rolled her eyes, as if in disdain for her overreaction. “Do you, an ordinary person, understand the terror of an A-rank rampage?”

“An uncle of mine is a B-rank. When he accidentally went berserk, several guards couldn’t hold him down. In the end, they had to use their connections with the Church and ask a Purifier to come and barely suppress him,” she said, still shaken by the memory.

“A Purifier, huh,” a voice came, inserting itself into their conversation. The girl looked over warily and saw a smiling girl. Standing next to her was someone who looked exactly like her.

The breeze blew their hair away, revealing violet eyes under their bangs, magnificent and strange, as if they could make one lose themselves within them.

“You are…” the girl said hesitantly. She recognized the twin sisters who had transferred.

Rin Yue smiled at her. “Which church’s Purifier saved your uncle?”

Invasion. Control.

The girl: “God’s Blade.”

Rin Dong nodded, the corners of her lips also curling into a faint smile, mechanical, perfect, flawless—if anyone were to look now, it would probably be difficult to tell the two apart.

Rin Yue looked at the school building, her smile deepening. “Is that so?”

“Then it seems it wouldn’t be too much to say that she belongs to us,” the twins’ voices overlapped.

In the meeting room.

When the surveillance of Class A descended into chaos, a commotion erupted at the scene.

First was Her Highness, the Saintess. She jumped directly off the red, soft chair adorned with golden tassels, her silver hair flying. Without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door, with Teacher Ai Er calling after her.

“Theia, stop.”

She stopped and looked back at her most trusted teacher, opened her mouth, and a childish voice slipped from her throat. “Teacher.”

“You, taught, me. Friend, in danger, must save.”

It was the first time anyone present had heard the Saintess speak. For a moment, surprise overshadowed the shock of seeing the scene on the monitor.

They had all heard of the new Saintess cultivated by the Kaos Church, but few had seen her face, nor had they heard her speak on any occasion. She seemed to be just a vase used to display the church’s image.

Now it seemed… the church had chosen someone who couldn’t even speak properly to be the Saintess…

Various thoughts crossed the minds of the people present. Ai Er sighed lightly, took a step forward, and knelt before the little girl, looking at those translucent eyes from an equal angle. She said slowly, “I know you are very concerned about your friend’s safety right now, but you need to think carefully about what you can do if you go.”

A trace of confusion flashed through Theia’s eyes, then she said, “I, can, bear, what she, receives—”

She didn’t finish her sentence before she was interrupted by Ai Er’s sharp gaze.

Ai Er: “Your Highness, the Saintess, instead of this, perhaps we can call for a Purifier—that is what her friends need most right now, isn’t it?”

Theia slowly blinked. Fortunately, she listened to Ai Er’s words, nodded, and said no more.

Kelbert turned to Karin, who had been staring intently at the screen. “Perhaps, we can offer your esteemed school some assistance.”

Karin: “Thank you.”

Perhaps because she had agreed too readily, Kelbert and her group were a little surprised. After all, this was Karin, outwardly enthusiastic, but also inscrutable. The only thing that was certain was that she did not like to owe favors.

But… also because it was Her Highness Karin, it seemed very reasonable.

Karin stood up and gave them a polite smile, but her voice was very faint. “I apologize. For something like this to happen, I, as the student council president, also bear some responsibility. I will go handle the accident first. Please, make yourselves at home.”

After speaking, she turned and walked towards the door, her steps steady, her expression perfect, everything fitting the identity of “Her Highness the Princess.”

Closing the door, the moment she was out of everyone’s sight, the blonde president glanced at the ten-story height from the ground, walked quickly to the railing, and a current of air blew her gaze upwards.

Then—she vaulted over the iron railing with one hand. Mid-air, a sense of weightlessness descended.

Her eyes, shining like stars, were as calm and unshakable as they were in every meeting, in every decision made. At the end of every action, the landing point and objective were precisely calculated.

The school’s jacaranda trees were growing well. From high above, one could clearly see the leaves rustling rhythmically, her vision sweeping past a flurry of pink and blue petals.

The rushing wind of the fall, the whistling sound resonating with her heart, her long golden hair flying chaotically like a butterfly against the wind, like a dive towards death. She used the staggered buildings to shorten the time it took to reach her destination.

Karin and the Saintess had both left, leaving the remaining members of God’s Blade and the Kaos Church staring at each other.

The meeting room had unknowingly become a little emptier.

“Since it’s like this, it seems there’s no need for us to wait any longer,” Kelbert stood up, and the rest of the group followed suit.

“What a pity.” She glanced one last time at the surveillance screen. In the chaos, the monitor for Class A had been smashed and was now black, only occasionally receiving some chaotic sounds.

Beside it, the machine connected to the testing instrument was quiet, not making a single sound.

But it wasn’t a wasted trip. They had watched a good show.

This turbulent and treacherous meeting seemed to have come to an end just like that.

The door to the meeting room gradually opened, and light spilled out. The people inside waited in an orderly fashion to leave.

Kelbert lowered her eyes, mentally calculating the information she had obtained, organizing it piece by piece, counting the people, time, and place of today’s meeting, and searching her memory for the information that “a pure human exists at Alice Girls’ Academy.”

“Information confirmed to be incorrect,” she silently removed the original tag. This test had revealed nothing special. The information was questionable—perhaps she could just delete this information directly.

She thought as she walked out. The quiet space was filled with different footsteps, the ticking of the pendulum clock, quiet conversations, the “click” of the door opening. Useless sound information was captured and filtered, leaving blank fragments, until, from behind, a sharp sound suddenly came—

“Beep—”

Wang Ning didn’t know what had happened, nor did she know what Rin Yue had crushed, but she was sure that her current state of breakdown was definitely fueled by that detestable pair of twins!

The scene had taken a drastic turn. She was pressed to the ground by a familiar and trusted person, crashing into an instrument. But she didn’t feel any pain. The misty-blue-haired girl who had locked her down had subconsciously turned to cushion her back, blocking the impact.

Boli An paused, as if she herself was puzzled by her reaction.

Wang Ning’s brows twitched. She seized the opportunity and shouted, “Boli An, wake up! Look who’s in front of you!”

“Boli An! It’s me, Wang Ning, your deskmate!”

“Boli An!” Wang Ning struggled with all her might, but was easily locked in the blue-haired girl’s embrace.

The next second, her mouth was covered by those hands. A sticky feeling mixed with the smell of blood. The bitter, metallic taste came from those cold hands, coating her tongue.

In a daze, she seemed to hear many sounds—a beating heart, crumbling gravel, a puff of breath, a ticking clock, the beep of a running machine… It was too noisy and yet quiet, making her think for a moment that she was dreaming.

Wang Ning’s gaze drifted past Boli An, seeing the chaotic scene of various things. Not far away, the half-kneeling Academic Committee Member and Xiali, who was leaning against the wall. They had their heads down, breathing heavily, as if they had suffered a severe attack—and indeed they had.

After Rin Yue had crushed the unknown solid, for some reason, the fragrance floating in the air had successively sent Xiali and Boli An, who were still on the scene, into the same state as the Academic Committee Member.

Then, the scene had completely descended into chaos.

One berserk A-rank could cause such a commotion, let alone when that number increased to three.

But now, the scene was eerily calm.

Wang Ning swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Feeling the person behind her breathing calmly, even though she was being held like a pillow in Boli An’s arms in an awkward position, she didn’t dare to struggle or move.

—She had really watched with her own eyes how Boli An had lost control, and then, fought with the other two who had lost control. The classroom was almost in ruins, but for some reason, they had all tacitly avoided the area where Wang Ning was, yet they also prevented her from escaping.

Because of this, this small patch of intact, flat ground was left for her to stand on.

‘Boli An…’

‘What exactly is her bloodline rank?!’

‘The person who was usually so lazy, who didn’t like to fight, who would definitely lie down if she could sit… yet in a state of losing control, she had beaten the other two berserk A-ranks to such a state.’

After the battle ended, Boli An’s eyes turned to Wang Ning. Then, she walked over step by step, her terrifying aura almost tangible.

Wang Ning felt her breathing become difficult. Fortunately, after defeating the other two “intruders,” Boli An had no intention of attacking her. Instead, just like she had climbed into her bed long ago, she simply hugged her and closed her eyes to rest.

Like a snow wolf keeping a rabbit in captivity.

Wang Ning was as quiet as a chicken on the surface, but she was trembling with fear on the inside.

She wasn’t sure if Boli An would get bored after a while and then kill her—after all, this was a person who had lost her normal sanity, dominated by her bloodline’s instincts, not the lazy and tolerant Boli An she knew.

If she lost control again, Wang Ning didn’t know if the moment Boli An opened her eyes would be the moment she died—she didn’t have the bloodline power to strengthen her body. A single punch could directly knock her out of the game.

‘I have to make Boli An wake up.’

The sunlight shone gently on them. Wang Ning saw several black, spherical drones fly in from the window—or rather, the broken wall could also be considered a window.

A voice came from there. “Will the student who still has their sanity please calm down? Help will arrive soon. Please also cooperate with us so that the tranquilizer injection can be accurately administered to the out-of-control student—”

Smack!

The drone was shattered into pieces.

Boli An withdrew the hand that had thrown the piece of rubble, still keeping her eyes closed and her head buried in her neck. She said in a breathy voice, “Noisy.”

Wang Ning: “…”

‘Great. The only hope is gone.’