Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner-Chapter 621: Black room part 1

Back at the hunting grounds, the situation had devolved past negotiation into something far more dangerous.

The clearing was silent except for harsh breathing and the distant sound of flies swarming over beetle corpses. Twelve people stood in formations that pointed clearly to Imminent violence, their faces carrying expressions that made it abundantly clear this wasn’t posturing. These weren’t kids playing at being soldiers anymore. These were recruits who’d crossed some invisible line in their heads and decided that killing each other was an acceptable solution to their problem.

The six reds who’d been sent to harvest cores stood in a loose defensive cluster near the largest beetle carcass, their weapons drawn but their postures uncertain. They hadn’t expected to be caught, hadn’t planned for confrontation, and the fear in their eyes warred with desperation as they tried to figure out how this didn’t end with them dead or expelled.

Marten, the lanky one who’d been doing Werner impressions an hour ago, gripped his sword with white knuckles. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles in his neck stood out like cables, and sweat ran down his temples despite the cooling evening air. His eyes kept darting between the three greens they’d caught and the five yellows who’d emerged from the undergrowth, calculating odds that clearly weren’t in his favor.

Beside him, Ricks had activated his fire magic. Flames danced around his hands, small and controlled but carrying the implicit threat of what they could become. His face was flushed, whether from the magic or from panic was hard to tell, but his breathing came too fast, too shallow. The kind of breathing that preceded bad decisions.

Tove, the small quick one, had her enhancement magic active. Her muscles were visibly swollen, veins standing out on her forearms, her entire body trembling with the effort of maintaining the augmentation. She looked like she might vibrate apart from pure tension, her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared at the yellows’ drawn bows.

Sella held her daggers in a reverse grip, her quiet nature completely abandoned in favor of raw survival instinct. Her face had gone pale, making the freckles across her nose stand out like paint splatters, and her lips were pressed into a thin bloodless line.

Bram, the large one with strength enhancement, had his magic pushed to maximum. His frame had expanded to the point where his shirt was tearing at the seams, his breathing labored from the strain. But his eyes carried the kind of manic determination that came from being cornered. Dangerous. Unpredictable.

Corvin, the tracker, was the only one not visibly using magic, but his hand rested on the hunting knife at his belt and his body was coiled like a spring ready to release. His face showed the calculation of someone trying to find an escape route that didn’t exist.

Across from them, the three greens stood huddled together, their weapons raised but their hands shaking. The terror on their faces was genuine and absolute. They’d followed the reds expecting to discover the source of their success, maybe report it to instructors, earn some advantage for their own color. They hadn’t expected to stumble into a situation where people were seriously discussing their murder.

The female green, a girl with auburn hair pulled back in a practical braid, had tears running down her face. Not from crying, but from the kind of fear that made eyes water involuntarily. Her staff was raised but the tip wavered, her arms not strong enough to hold it steady. Her lips moved silently, maybe praying, maybe just trying to remember how to breathe.

The two male greens flanked her, their faces showing varying degrees of panic barely held in check. One of them, a stocky recruit with a farmers build, kept swallowing convulsively like he was trying not to vomit. The other, thin and pale, had gone completely white, his freckles standing out like spots of blood against snow.

And surrounding all of them, the five yellows had positioned themselves with tactical precision that suggested actual combat training rather than just academy drilling.

The tall girl with ice magic that Noah vaguely recognized from training had frost patterns spreading across her hands and up her forearms. Her face was set in hard lines, her dark eyes tracking every movement the reds made. She stood like someone who’d decided violence was acceptable and was just waiting for an excuse.

Nami was there too, positioned slightly to the left, her knives drawn and held with the casual competence of someone who actually knew how to use them. Her expression carried fury that made her normally warm features look sharp enough to cut. Her jaw was set, her shoulders squared, and everything about her posture screamed readiness to intervene.

The other three yellows had bows drawn, arrows nocked but not yet pulled to full draw. Their faces showed varying degrees of anger and disgust as they took in the scene. One of them, a boy with red hair and freckles, kept shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The air itself felt heavy, charged with the kind of tension that preceded storms. One wrong word, one sudden movement, and this would explode into actual combat. People would die. Not in training exercises with instructors ready to intervene, but really die, bleeding out on dirt while their companions watched.

"You can’t seriously be considering this," the auburn-haired green girl said, her voice cracking. "We’re all training to be dragon knights. We’re supposed to protect people, not... not murder each other over a competition!"

"Shut up," Marten snapped, his sword arm trembling. "Just shut up and let us think!"

"Think about what?!" Nami’s voice cut across the clearing, sharp as her blades. "About how you’re going to explain three dead greens when instructors investigate? About how you’re going to hide the bodies? Or are you actually stupid enough to believe you can kill them and just walk away like nothing happened?"

"We’re in red territory," Ricks shot back, his flames flaring brighter. "You yellows shouldn’t even be here! This is our hunting ground, our business!"

"Your business?" The ice-wielding yellow girl laughed, the sound bitter and cold. "Your business is discussing murder. That makes it everyone’s business."

"We weren’t actually going to—" Tove started, but Bram cut her off.

"Yes we were," he said flatly, his enhanced muscles flexing. "We can’t let them report this. Everything we’ve worked for, everything reds have accomplished, it all goes away the moment they tell instructors we’ve been harvesting cores instead of hunting."

"So you kill them," one of the yellow archers said, his voice dripping contempt. "That’s your solution. Murder three people to protect your precious victory."

"You don’t understand!" Corvin’s voice rose to almost a shout. "We’ll be expelled! Branded as cheaters! Our families will be shamed! Some of us came from nothing, this was our only chance to make something of ourselves, and these three—" he gestured violently at the greens, "—these three are about to destroy everything!"

"Then you should have thought about that before you decided to cheat!" Nami shot back.

"We didn’t cheat! We found resources and used them! That’s strategy, not cheating!"

"You lied about where your cores came from! You let everyone believe you were actually hunting when you were just harvesting corpses someone else killed!"

"Someone else?" Marten’s laugh was slightly unhinged. "You mean Burt? You think we don’t know? You think Werner doesn’t know? That boy killed every single one of these beetles and then conveniently led us right to them. We’re not stupid!"

The revelation hung in the air for a moment. Several of the yellows exchanged glances, clearly not having made that connection.

"Doesn’t matter who killed them," the ice girl said finally. "Point is, you’re threatening to murder people to hide your deception. You really think that’s going to work? You really think we’re going to stand here and let you kill three greens in cold blood?"

"You’re outnumbered," Sella said quietly, speaking for the first time. Her voice was soft but carried across the clearing. "There are maybe thirty reds within shouting distance. You five yellows can’t stop all of us."

"Maybe not," Nami replied, her knives shifting slightly in her grip. "But we can kill some of you before you kill us. And the survivors will have to explain to instructors why there are dead yellows and greens scattered across red territory. Good luck with that."

"We could kill you all," Bram said, his enhanced voice deeper than normal. "Make it look like beasts attacked. The instructors already know there are dangerous creatures in these hunting grounds. A few more casualties wouldn’t be suspicious."

"You’re insane," one of the male greens whispered. "You’re actually insane."

"We’re desperate," Ricks corrected, his flames growing larger. "There’s a difference."

The standoff had reached its peak. Weapons were raised, magic was active, faces showed the kind of determination that came from fear and trapped desperation. In maybe thirty seconds, someone was going to do something stupid and this would cascade into violence that couldn’t be stopped.

That’s when footsteps crunched through the undergrowth behind the red position.

Everyone’s heads snapped toward the sound.

Werner emerged from the trees, followed by Noah, Garrett, and three other reds who’d been relaxing by the lake. They were talking amongst themselves, clearly not yet aware of the situation.

"—probably just taking their time with the harvest," Garrett was saying. "You know how Marten gets, has to make everything perfect—"

Werner stopped mid-step, his eyes going wide as he took in the scene. The armed standoff. The activated magic. The expressions that screamed imminent violence.

"What in the seven hells is going on here?" Werner demanded, his voice carrying the authority he’d been cultivating as red leader.

The reds who’d been caught actually flinched at his tone. Marten opened his mouth to explain, but Werner was already striding forward, his face darkening with anger.

"Lower your weapons," Werner ordered, his voice sharp. "All of you, stand down immediately!"

Nobody moved.

Werner’s face flushed red. "I said stand down! Reds, you’re embarrassing yourselves! Yellows, you’re in our territory without authorization! Greens, you are clearly doing the same! Everyone needs to calm down and—"

"Shut up, Werner," the ice-wielding yellow girl said flatly.

Werner stopped like he’d been slapped. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. "Excuse me?"

"I said shut up. You don’t get to walk in here and start giving orders like you have any authority over this situation."

"I’m the red leader! This is red territory! I absolutely have authority!"

"You have authority over reds," Nami said, her voice cold. "Not over us. And right now, your reds are discussing whether to commit murder to protect their cheating. So no, Werner, you don’t get to march in here and act like you’re in control."

Werner’s face went from red to purple. "We are in control! Look around you! There are six reds here, and I just brought five more! That’s eleven of us against five yellows and three greens! You’re outnumbered more than two to one!"

"So you’re threatening us now?" one of the yellow archers asked, his bow shifting to point directly at Werner.

"I’m stating facts!" Werner shot back, but uncertainty had crept into his voice. "You yellows need to understand your position! You’re in our territory, surrounded by superior numbers! The smart thing would be to leave and forget what you saw here!"

"The smart thing," the ice girl replied, frost spreading further up her arms, "would be for you to shut your mouth before you make this worse."

Werner’s hand went to his sword hilt. "Don’t you dare talk to me like—"

Three yellow bows swung to point at him. Arrows that had been aimed at the original reds now targeted Werner directly.

Werner froze, his eyes going wide. For a long moment, he just stared at the arrowheads pointed at his chest, his face showing genuine shock that they’d actually drawn on him.

"You... you’re aiming at me?" His voice came out smaller than intended. "I’m trying to defuse this situation and you’re threatening me?"

"You’re not defusing anything," Nami said. "You’re escalating. Threatening people with numbers, trying to intimidate us into silence. That’s not leadership, Werner. You are simply stupid."

Werner’s shock transformed into anger. His face twisted, his hand tightening on his sword hilt despite the arrows aimed at him. "How dare you! I am trying to protect my people! These cores represent red victory! I won’t let you destroy that because you’re jealous of our success!"

"Your success is built on deception!" the ice girl shot back.

"Strategy!" Werner roared. "It’s called strategy! Using available resources! That’s what separates good dragon knights from mediocre ones!"

"Mediocre?" One of the yellow archers’ face flushed with anger. "You arrogant piece of—"

"Enough."

The single word cut through the chaos like a blade through silk.

Everyone turned to see Noah stepping forward, moving past Werner with casual confidence. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the weapons drawn all around him.

His face was calm. Not peaceful, but controlled. The kind of calm that came before violence, when someone had made their decision and was just waiting to execute it.

"Burt," Werner started, relief evident in his voice. "Thank the gods. Help me explain to these idiots that—"

"Werner," Noah said quietly, not looking at him. "Stop talking."

Werner’s mouth snapped shut, something in Noah’s tone making him obey instinctively.

Noah walked into the center of the standoff, his movements unhurried. He looked around at the assembled recruits, taking in the weapons, the magic, the fear and anger and desperation written across every face.

Then he smiled slightly.

"So," Noah said conversationally, his voice carrying across the clearing. "Can someone explain what’s happening here? I go for a quick drink by the lake and come back to find everyone ready to kill each other. Did I miss something important?"

Marten spoke up quickly, probably hoping Noah would take the reds’ side. "The greens were spying on us. They discovered our... our source. And the yellows showed up and now they’re threatening to report everything and we can’t let that happen because—"

"Because you’ll be expelled for cheating," Noah finished, his tone still conversational. "Yes, I understand the situation. Greens found your secret, yellows want to report it, reds are considering murder to prevent that. Does that sum it up?"

"We weren’t actually going to murder anyone!" Tove protested weakly.

Noah’s smile widened slightly, but his eyes went cold. The shift was subtle but unmistakable. One moment he looked like someone calmly assessing a situation. The next, he looked like something dangerous wearing a human face.

"Really?" Noah’s voice dropped several degrees in temperature. "Because from where I’m standing, you absolutely were. Bram’s enhancement magic is pushed to combat levels. Ricks has fire magic active and ready. Sella’s holding her daggers in a killing grip. And I heard at least three of you discussing how to make it look like beasts killed them."

The reds who’d been caught flinched at each observation, their faces showing guilt and fear in equal measure.

Noah’s expression hardened further. "So let’s not insult everyone’s intelligence by pretending this was just talk. You were planning actual murder. You’d convinced yourselves it was justified. And you were maybe thirty seconds from following through before Werner’s loud entrance interrupted."

He turned slowly, his gaze moving across every person in the clearing.

"Which makes all of you," Noah continued, his voice carrying cutting precision, "the stupidest group of recruits I’ve ever had the misfortune of sharing training with."