I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy
Chapter 39: An Uncanny Instructor

Chapter 39: An Uncanny Instructor

Arc 2, Chapter 39 – An Uncanny Instructor

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What happened to B.E.A standing for: ’Be Excellent Academy?’

Isn’t that what you told their parents and guardians?

So can you tell them why it was now translated and transcribed to the words Blood Extermination Academy?

Levon chuckled darkly.

Of course he did not believe that bullshit crap LaCroft mentioned before his family.

—Blood Extermination?

All eyes now zoomed towards the peculiar instructor.

Those looking at their nails playfully, those sleeping... and those whatever it was they were doing, all stopped.

Victorio... Levon... Yimu... Rita... Hendrix... Payne... Floriana... Artilla... Shugo... and a few more, now looked completely different from before.

It was like a whirlwind in here, with the air growing into an interesting mix of tension and excitement.

Like lions staring at prey, the eyes of the few now narrowed dangerously.

However, their instructor—a man who looked no older than 21—was not phased by their hungry faces.

Their instructor had overly short and curly brown hair with blond highlights at its tips.

His uniform was identical to theirs and everyone else’s except that it wasn’t lined with Red like Roud’s, or stripe-less like theirs.

It was lined with blue stripes, with 2 blue patches on both arms resembling tied up scarves.

Facing the hungry group.

As for the delay in their lecture a while back, he had other things to take care of.

A cold fling flashed through his eyes, too fast for anyone to see.

"I will be your instructor until you all pass the second phase of first year."

His tone was casual, though his words piqued their interest.

"Instructor Winhest. That’s what you’ll be addressing me by."

It wasn’t a request, but an order.

His tone made that 100% clear.

"So now that we’ve gotten our little instruction out of the way, your first lecture begins now."

Good...

Levon, Shugo, and everyone else had their ears perked high once Winhest began.

They thought he would start off by telling them the requisites and structure for passing the first phase.

However, Winhest took a completely different turn.

"I’ll tell you now that all information taught here won’t be in some written final grading school test or something."

"So whether you learn it or not, has nothing to do with me."

Winhest shrugged, his nonchalance too obvious.

Is this really their Instructor? Why did he act like he would rather be somewhere else?

Already, everyone understood his underlying meaning.

Winhest wasn’t saying they won’t be tested. No... on the contrary, they might even have written tests.

However, it won’t be the same school standards they were used to.

From the entrance tests and examinations, it can be seen that these people here take the mad approach.

During the entrance examinations, they might have saved those who died. But who is to say if his rescuing will continue further?

The Strong all know that: Knowledge Is Power.

With Vampires and other scary things running amok, it’s not hard to tell when whatever is taught here will prove useful.

So study and understand if you like, don’t study and understand if you don’t like... What’s it to Winhest?

Is it your life, or his life?

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Levon looked around, noticing there wasn’t a pen or paper in sight. Several others also took note of this.

"Hey, it seems everything must be grasped with memory alone."

"I think so too." Artilla and Levon agreed with Shugo.

Even Floriana, the sleep master, was now wide awake.

Leaning on his desk with his hands folded against his chest, Winhest chuckled darkly.

~Swish!

Something cut through the air, jerking Levon’s senses.

What was that?

One moment, Winhest’s palms were bare, and another moment, 2 sheets of light brown papers appeared, one on both palms.

This...

Everyone leaned forward, their breathing growing raspier with excitement.

But this wasn’t the end.

~Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap.

"This isn’t possible!"

Someone exclaimed, finding it harder to hide their disbelief.

Son of a BIRD!

Right before his eyes, the papers now began multiplying at an alarming rate, before flying high like swaying leaves.

—And for a moment, a shadow was now casted on the faces of everyone in the grand auditorium.

Do you know how high up many sat in retrospect to Winhest’s location far down below?

Very slowly, they raised their heads to stare at the darkness fluttering about in the form of paper..

Each swish from these papers seems to resonate with the unsteady rhythm of their heartbeat.

No one said a thing, only watching with relish.

Power.

Their eyes became even more predatory, desire brooding within them.

All this happened in under 3 seconds; and now, they were staring at a giant cubic block of paper floating midair above the instructor.

{...The Blood Organization...}

These words slowly inked themselves on all sides of the cubic block of paper.

Then Winhest casually began his lectures.

"The Blood Organization."

"We are a secret societal organization, with the sole purpose of eradicating and exterminating all Vampires, Ghouls, and supernatural occurrences."

"Now," Instructor Winhest paused, with a mysterious smile that sent pleasant chills down their spines.

That is all the explanation you’ll be having... if you want to know just how deep this rabbit hole goes–"

Grow stronger on your own. What does it have to do with him?

"_" [Everyone]

Excuse them, but do you not know you’re the instructor here?

Forget it...

Everyone was now focused on the Organization.

The Blood Organization.

It was simple, yet imposing—They liked it.

But how to grow stronger?

Who legs the Organization, how do they operate?

The where, the who, the what, the when, the why... all these questions, they’ll have to figure out on their own.

Nevertheless, although Winhest didn’t pursue deeper matters involving the Organization, he still passed on some basic knowledge to them.

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"The Organization has 12 Orders."

Just then, more writing appeared on the giant cube.

[The order of the Scarlet Cross]

"This is our order, led by Our Order Chief—Sage Zen."

You say there are 12 Orders, so what about the other 11?

Winhest didn’t even bother to show or tell them the names of the other Orders.

Winhest continued.

"As for the Chain of Command in the Scarlet Cross, I’ll only be showing you once."

~SWISH!

The cube twirled erratically, abruptly pausing to show a blank canvas before inking itself again.

Then a Power Tree was revealed.

At the top was Zen, the sage and the order chief.

Below him were the 7 Department heads: Intelligence, Medical, Security, Battle & Retrieval, Diplomatic, Logistics, and Weapon Research.

Following this, they noticed that all The 7 department heads also had 3~5 Lieutenants below them on the Power Tree.

"H. W LaCroft..." Levon murmured, thinking of the powerful man who came to his home.

’So he’s a Lieutenant under Roud?’

Levon was taken aback momentarily.

However, he soon forced himself to focus, lest this unconcerned instructor decided to stop his viewing.

Looking closer at the power tree, these Lieutenants also oversaw 9~20 Coteries.

The word Coterie was the title underneath the Lieutenants.

But what was shocking to Levon, was that these in turn individually managed 50,000~60,000 people.

~SWISH!

The cube swirled vigorously again.

"The End... Or should I say, My End."

Of course, there are over a bountiful of different titles below these. But in Winhest’s mind, they weren’t worth his attention.

If everyone knew his thoughts, they would curse him loudly in their hearts.

It wasn’t worth his attention, but what about theirs?

Is this class for him, Winhest, or for them, the newbies?

Even though they didn’t know his thoughts, their faces still resemble someone who swallowed a fly after Winhest cut everything short.

Well, he was unrepentant.

"This it... No more." Winhest chuckled. "If you didn’t get it, then TOO BAD."

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