The remaining three Demonic Humans turned, their expressions shifting from amusement to shock.
Someone was standing behind them.And a strange portal swirled beside him.
"What the?"
Before they could react
BOOM!
A blast of molten sap erupted, trailing crimson flames as it surged toward them.
The nearest disciple barely had time to raise his sword before it struck.
BANG!
The impact detonated, engulfing the area in violent flames and sticky goo.
"Ahhh!!!"
The other two reacted just in time, dodging the aftermath.
Another fruit was launched this time, directly hitting the unfortunate disciple's face.
The blazing flames and purple goo clung to his skin, making it even harder to breathe.
The two remaining disciples watched in horror. But unfortunately for them, they failed to consider something important.
Before one of them could react, sensing something—
Gunk!
Something pierced right through him.His gaze dropped as pain surged forth.A blue spear poked out from his heart.
The disciple coughed out a mouthful of blood. Unwillingness burned in his eyes before they dulled losing their cluster.
He collapsed, dead.
The last remaining disciple's breath came in ragged gasps as he took a step back.
His companion lay dead, blood pooling at his feet.The other body, still burning with flames, wasn't moving anymore, also dead.
His eyes darted between Silvan and her.Her spear dripped with fresh blood.Her eyes cold, unreadable beneath her mask.
He had one choice.
Run.
Without hesitation, the disciple turned and bolted, screaming.
"Bad choice."
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Shing!
A blade flashed.
The moment his foot pushed off the ground, his entire body froze.
Silvan hadn't moved from his spot.
Yet…
The disciple staggered.
His head slid from his shoulders, falling to the ground with a thud.Blood erupted like a fountain.
His body remained standing for a second before collapsing, lifeless.
Dead.
Silvan took a step forward as the burning bodies slowly disappeared, replaced by loot.
He bent down, reaching for a small scroll.
Before he could touch it..
Clank!
Cold metal pressed against his throat.
Silvan's fingers froze mid-air.His eyes flicked to the side.
"That's mine."
Her voice was calm. She stood close despite her injuries.
Blood still dripped from her wounded arm, but her grip on the spear was unwavering.
Silvan narrowed his eyes. "Really? I don't recall you killing that last guy."
But strangely, she didn't flinch.
"I don't recall you saving me out of kindness, either."
A tense silence settled between them.
Then, in a blur—
Silvan moved.
He stepped back and spun on his heel, pointing his Sunflare Edge an inch away from her widened eyes.
"Is this how you repay kindness, Alisa Whitehart?"
His eyes were cold.
For a brief moment, neither moved.
Then…
She exhaled, lowering her spear.
Silvan didn't lower his blade immediately.
His golden eyes remained locked onto hers for a second before he finally lowered it.
"Who are you?"
She took a step back, maintaining her distance.
Removing her black mask, she revealed a stunningly beautiful face.
Silvan didn't respond.
He simply stared.
"As expected… it really was her."
At that moment, he realized something else.Why Many of his classmates had gone crazy over her.
The person standing in front of him wasn't just anyone.
She was a rising actress already winning the Graham upraising award.
"I'm just like you," Silvan finally spoke. "I'm from Earth."
She didn't reply immediately.
Then, after a pause,
"I see… so the world did end."
Silvan watched her carefully.
No trembling hands.
No widened eyes.
No panic.
Not even disgust.
He had expected some hesitation, at least. But she stood firm.
It was weird. Very weird. Even trained soldiers hesitated the first time they killed someone.
Yet here she was, a modern-world idol, standing in a pool of blood as if she had done this a hundred times before.
Silvan knew he shouldn't ask this.
But he still did.
"You're awfully calm for someone who just murdered three people."
She looked at him. White nodes of energy entered her body from the two she had killed, stabilizing her.
Then, she spoke.
"And you? That last guy,wasn't it you who cut him down without hesitation?"
He let out a breath. "I've done it before."
She tilted her head slightly, frowning. "If so… so have I."
Silence.
Silvan knew it was obviously a lie.
And sighed.
He had seen her on TV. She was cold in the shows, too.
"Go heal yourself. Sit down near your dungeon core it has a healing effect."
She nodded before picking up her own loot.
Silvan did the same.
He was kind of amazed seeing this girl still moving that hand despite the deep wound.
"One really can't judge a person by their looks," he muttered in his mind, storing the Qi Stones and technique scrolls.
He still remembered the pain he had gone through when merging YunYun's skill.
She picked up everything, throwing it into her dungeon which was hidden behind some vines underneath a massive tree at the side.
Then, she bought a small potion and poured it over her left hand.
Sizzle.
Silvan could imagine the pain.
But there wasn't even a trace of it on her face.
The potion was low-tier. The wound closed up, leaving a small scar.
But it seemed she really didn't care.
"Tell me everything you know about our situation. I'll give you some Qi Stones."
She turned around, speaking straightforwardly.
Silvan sighed in his mind.
He still hadn't even gotten a 'thank you' from her.
He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "Qi Stones, huh? You really don't waste time."
Alisa crossed her arms, unfazed. "I don't have the luxury to. I could die at any moment. I would have died earlier if everything didn't go well."
Silvan nodded.
It was a good mindset. If only more people thought like that, they would adapt easier.
"I don't need a trade to explain things."
"Fine."
He continued.
"Long story short this world isn't Earth. We were brought here for reasons still unclear. Cultivators exist, dungeons exist, and the strong survive. And if you see question-marked enemies, just run. That's all you need to know for now."
She didn't react much.
Just nodded. Then looked at her hands.
Silvan's gaze shifted to the fading crown above her head.
"It really is a Wind Mark…"
Wind Marks were rare.
Even as a Guardian of humanity, he had never achieved one.Not because he wasn't talentedbut because the world was composed of many things, including Elemental Spirits.And Spirits chose their hosts based on factors beyond talent.
Silvan was curious.
How had she achieved one in such a short time?
He opened his mouth,Then closed it again.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Forget it. Just know the thing above your head is powerful."
He chose not to ask.
She obviously wouldn't tell him.
Or would she?
Not that it mattered.
Silvan had never planned to gain an Elemental Spirit in this lifetime, anyway.
"I don't know. I just had it the moment I came here. You don't have one?"
Silvan shook his head.
"I see."
He walked to the side, bending down to grab two of the disciples' swords and throwing them into the Dungeon Portal.
They might come in handy.
"Is that a dungeon subject?"
Silvan followed her gaze.
She was looking at YunYun.
For some reason, YunYun didn't seem to like that.
"Yes. That's my first dungeon subject." Silvan spoke
She fell silent, staring at YunYun for a few moments.
Neither said anything.
Then—
Both of them decided to leave.
Silvan turned toward the Qi Pool, continuing on his path.
It was good to meet another Dungeon Lord who wouldn't become his enemy.
But as for the rest?That was all. His path comes first.
He started walking away.
Just as he stepped into the forest—
Her voice rang out.
"Silvan."
He paused.
"...Thanks."
A brief silence.
He didn't turn around.
"Took you long enough," he muttered before vanishing into the trees.
[To be continued...]