Chapter 131
Chapter 131
“Raven, w–what are you doing…”
At that moment, Leopard felt an overwhelming sense of dread crawling up his spine.
His instincts screamed danger, and even his ability to form sentences began to fail him.
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Before he could say another word, he watched in horror as Raven calmly pulled out a third military secret box. Inside were pills–larger than the gray ones from earlier, and a creamy white in color.
Without a word, Raven took out nine of them and held them out to him.
Leopard stared at the pills like they were a firing squad. He knew exactly what they were.
He admitted it–yes, the pain from these white pills was technically less than the gray ones, and definitely less than the pitch–black ones.
But the word less was doing some serious heavy lifting. The difference was barely noticeable. Swallowing nine of these in one go?
He wouldn’t die, maybe, but he’d be missing half his soul by the time it was over.
Raven watched his hand inch forward like it was moving through molasses, lips pressed into a faint, indifferent line. Her voice was calm, crisp, and merciless.
“You have three seconds to take them. Or the dosage doubles.”
The instant those words fell, Leopard moved faster than anyone had ever seen. In the blink of an eye, he snatched up the pills and swallowed them down.
He knew her “three seconds” weren’t up for negotiation. He’d learned that the hard way once–and he wasn’t about to make that mistake again.
Even though he’d braced for it, the moment the pills slid down his throat, a sharp, gut–twisting cry tore from his lips.
His whole body began to tremble violently from the pain.
But even as his muscles spasmed and sweat poured down his face, he didn’t collapse. Ten days of brutal training had forged a will that refused to buckle.
Raven watched him silently for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, something flickered in her eyes–faint, but unmistakable: approval.
To be honest, those pills weren’t even originally meant for this world.
In her last life, she’d concocted them using waste byproducts from her pharmaceutical experiments. The black pills were strictly punitive–no benefits, no harm, just sheer agony. The gray ones were slightly more intense pain–wise, but offered only minimal benefit unless consumed in massive quantities.
The white ones, though? If someone could stomach a hundred of them–without their mind shattering–they would become an Elite Warrior.
But with the current mental strength of Leopard and the other nine instructors, she’d be surprised if any of them could survive even fifty.
Still, there were ten days left. No rush.
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Chapter 131
As Leopard shook on the ground, dozens of eyes turned toward them, curiosity outweighing discipline. Some cadets began slacking off, clearly distracted.
The other instructors, nervous about being dragged into the chaos, started barking orders for their trainees to refocus–but not one dared to approach.
Eventually, Jonah, the chief training officer, had no choice but to step in. He approached Raven slowly, his expression torn with hesitation.
“Raven… this is an academy. Don’t you think this is going a bit too far?”
Raven smiled politely but didn’t respond to his question. Instead, she asked evenly,
“You’ve got the radio that links to the other nine instructors, right?”
Jonah blinked. “What are you planning to do?”
Raven simply stepped closer and raised her hand.
“Give it to me.”
He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable, but under her steady, penetrating gaze, he relented and handed it over.
Meanwhile, the other nine instructors–having ordered their students to rest for five minutes–were happily chatting away on the shared comms, completely unaware of what was coming.
As Raven switched on the device, she was greeted by this:
“Leopard was celebrating yesterday, saying he was finally free from the devil’s grip. He said today he’d finally breathe easy. Well, I don’t know if his eyebrows ever relaxed, but I’m pretty sure he’s inhaling more than he’s exhaling now.”
“Come on, he’s still our captain. He volunteered to train under the Iron Queen for our sake. We should be grateful!”
“We are grateful. That’s why I’m getting him a hundred of each flavor of those black–and–white chocolate beans he likes–if he survives this.”
“A hundred? That’s nothing. We should all chip in and buy him a whole crate.”
“Great idea. We’ll give it to him after training ends. Think he’ll cry?”
“Cry? I’m not sure about tears of gratitude, but he’ll definitely cry.”
Right as the last instructor finished his gloating, a voice–soft, lilting, and unmistakably female–cut into the frequency. It carried a hint of a smile, but to the instructors on the other end, it sounded like the devil herself had just tuned in.
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