The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. Amid the blood-soaked fields of Vedangiri, Aamir stood panting, his sword dripping with the dark blood of the last beast. Around him, the air still shimred with the aftereffects of battle — the scent of burnt earth, the tang of iron, and the low, fading growls of defeated creatures.
With one final swing, Aamir struck down the last remaining beast.
As its massive body crashed to the ground, a sharp buzz pierced his mind. He staggered slightly, blinking rapidly as a translucent crimson screen materialized before his eyes.
Ding!
Level Up!
Host: Aamir Singh
Level: 24
Aamir glanced at the stat screen, his heart swelling with pride. Level 24... it wasn’t much, but it was a step closer.
"One day," he thought, "this system will make strong enough to protect everyone. I just need to keep pushing forward."
He clenched his fist, the glow of his stats reminding him of the responsibility that ca with his new strength.
A warm sensation flooded through his body, wiping away the exhaustion that clung to his muscles. His mind cleared, his heartbeat steadied — his Sanity stat, once a bit low, now shimred proudly at 100%.
Aamir grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. But before he could lower his hand, another soft chi echoed.
Your title "Beast Slayer" has leveled up!
Title: Beast Slayer (Lv.2)
Aamir’s grin widened.
"Looks like all that hard work paid off," he muttered.
Around him, his comrades — Seenu, Riya, Nitesh, Ravi, and Alina — gathered, their weapons lowered but eyes still sharp. Afreen approached, her long coat fluttering with her swift, decisive movents.
"We’re moving," she said firmly. "Back to the gathering point. Now."
No one argued. Without a word, the group fell into formation, their boots crunching over the broken ground as they made their way toward the ancient temple that served as their checkpoint.
The cool morning breeze carried the scent of crushed leaves and fresh blood. The battlefield behind them seed almost to sigh in relief as they left it behind.
When they arrived at the eting spot, the other students — weary, battered, but alive — were already gathering. Afreen stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.
"Attention!" she barked. Instantly, the students straightened, conversations dying out.
Her voice dropped into a grave tone. "Listen carefully. No one is to speak of the assassin attack until I have reported it directly to the Guild Leader. Not a word. Understood?"
A murmur of agreent rippled through the students.
"Good," she nodded. "Now, prepare to return. The assessnt is officially over."
From a small pouch at her waist, Afreen pulled out a glimring crystal — a gem shimring with seven distinct colors, crisscrossed by three fine golden lines. She held it up for a mont before, with a sharp crack, shattering it in her gloved hand.
A soft vibration pulsed through the air, so subtle it barely stirred their hair. Then — silence.
Aamir felt a strange ripple in the air. It was subtle, like a shift in the atmosphere, but it made his skin prickle.
"What’s happening?" Riya whispered, glancing around, her eyes wide.
era, ever the perceptive one, shook her head. "That... that wasn’t a normal crystal. Sothing big is coming."
They all fell silent, the weight of Afreen’s actions sinking in. Whatever was about to happen, it would change everything.
Far away, back at Nalanda University’s Transportation Departnt, a similar crystal tied to the departnt head’s wrist suddenly blazed with light.
He stared at it in shock.
"Who the hell...?" he muttered, standing up so fast his chair clattered to the floor.
He grabbed a passing worker. "Check! Has anyone left campus recently?"
The worker tapped furiously at a magical panel on the wall.
"First-year students, sir. They left for their first assessnt two days ago."
The departnt head’s brow furrowed deeply.
"But this crystal... it’s only used for ergencies!"
The worker glanced nervously at the glowing gem.
"Sir, ergency crystals were only issued to... Miss Afreen."
The head’s face turned pale.
"Vedangiri... Damn it. Prepare a portal to Vedangiri imdiately!"
Without hesitation, four elite portal mages gathered at the Grand Portal Hall. They placed their palms on the ancient portal’s mana core, pouring streams of energy into it. The crystal embedded in the structure began to hum, the runes carved around it lighting up one after another.
With a low rumble, the portal activated. Purple particles floated upward like tiny fireflies as a swirling gateway opened.
Back at Vedangiri, as the portal stabilized, Afreen turned to her students.
"Move! Into the portal! Maintain order!" she commanded.
The students hurried but did not panic, moving one by one into the swirling vortex. So clutched their bags tighter; others glanced back one last ti at the battlefield.
Soon, only Aamir, Seenu, Riya, Nitesh, Ravi, Alina, and Afreen remained.
Afreen t their eyes. Her expression, usually stern, softened slightly.
"Go on," she said quietly.
They nodded and stepped forward.
As Aamir entered the portal, a strange pressure wrapped around him, like walking through a thick, invisible curtain. His skin tingled, his senses sharpened — but this ti, it didn’t overwhelm him.
Aamir hesitated just a mont before stepping into the swirling vortex. The sensation was the sa, but sohow, it felt different this ti. Was it the battles they’d just fought, or was it sothing deeper?
"Every ti we step through one of these portals," Aamir thought, "it feels like we’re leaving sothing behind. A piece of us... or maybe a piece of who we are becoming."
The strange pressure wrapped around him again, sharper this ti, but he fought to keep his mind clear.
"Maybe... our bodies are getting used to it," Aamir thought.
When they stepped out, they found themselves back on the cool stone paths of Nalanda University’s grand campus. The sun was already high, casting golden light over the towering ancient buildings.
Behind them, Afreen erged from the portal, which closed with a sound like a sigh of relief.
Afreen wasted no ti.
"All of you," she called, "return to your dormitories. You will be inford when your rewards are ready."
The students murmured acknowledgnts and began heading toward their dorms — so limping, so laughing quietly among themselves.
Just as Aamir and his companions turned to leave, Afreen’s voice rang out again.
"You six — stay. Co with ."
Without hesitation, Aamir and the others followed her across the sprawling grounds of Nalanda.
Afreen led the six of them to Guild Leader Haider Ali’s office.
Haider Ali’s office was dimly lit, the scent of aged wood and ink filling the air. Aamir couldn’t help but wonder how many others had stood in the sa spot, waiting for the Guild Leader’s judgnt.
"It’s strange," Aamir thought, "how one room can carry so much weight."
Seenu muttered under his breath, "Feels like we’re about to be tested."
Nitesh, always the quiet one, nodded. "Sothing’s off. I can feel it."
Haider Ali sat behind his desk, reading a paper. Without looking up, he said, "What happened, Afreen? Why are you in such a rush?"
Aamir and the others were a bit shocked but said nothing.
Aamir thought, He didn’t even look up, yet he knew it was us. Well, he’s the Guild Leader for a reason.
Finally, Haider Ali looked up and smiled faintly.
"Aamir, Seenu — how was your assessnt?"
Aamir stepped forward.
"It went well, Master."
"Good. Now, what’s the matter?" His expression turned serious.
Afreen spoke up.
"It was exactly as you warned, sir. The attack happened. But your students are strong — they handled it well."
Haider Ali’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"As I expected."
Aamir interrupted gently.
"Sir, if I may — Kunal was the real hero this ti."
Kunal blinked in surprise, looking at Aamir.
Aamir smiled back and said, "We can’t take credit for what we didn’t do."
Kunal sighed, smiling gratefully.
Haider Ali chuckled.
"Oh? So this young man is the hero, huh?
Well, what less could I expect from the strongest second generation of the Singhaniyas?"
Kunal’s eyes widened.
Haider noticed and smirked.
"What, surprised? You’re a student of my Guild, always with Aamir — you think I don’t do my research? I knew you had potential."
Kunal bowed slightly.
"Thank you, sir. You flatter ."
Haider Ali’s gaze sharpened.
"Now — any guesses who sent those assassins?"
Afreen shook her head.
"Not yet, but I’ll find out."
Aamir spoke up again.
"Sir, if I may — I found sothing that might help."
Haider raised an eyebrow.
"Show ."
He stood up from his chair.
Aamir pulled out two small bottles from his dinsional bag and handed them over.
"Sir, I found these on one of the assassins. He poisoned era, and after defeating him, I searched for an antidote... and found these."
Haider Ali studied the bottles carefully.
"Hmm... this poison... it’s the Red Flower of the West — one of the deadliest poisons. Only one group is known to use it..."
He looked up grimly.
"The Green Serpent Guild."
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