Arc 2, Chapter 65 — No Fun
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Ti, as many ca to discover, was a rciless force within the Organization’s walls.
In the blink of an eye, it was over.
Yet for the class ti he missed, he still had to admit it wasn’t a complete waste of his ti.
Although the benefits couldn’t be compared with those attending classes, he still felt the changes brought about by this Punishnt phase.
Each mont was a test of endurance, a crucible that forged him into sothing stronger with every passing day.
His battle prowess had increased, his form stability sharpened, and his awareness heightened by the countless dangers faced daily.
Week 1...
For his first week, he was assigned to the Logistics Departnt, which focuses on the day-to-day running of the place.
On day one, he was actually sent to the kitchens cooking for the ravenous masses. Using the word cooking was a stretch. Levon spent his ti doing nial tasks like peeling an uncountable number of potatoes for an entire day.
On days 2 and 3, he cleaned, spending his ti scrubbing blood stained floors.
When it cos to cleaning, sotis he cleaned so halls, and other tis, he was scraping dead bodies and bones from the very, very, bottoms of the countless rabbit holes in this place.
The stench of death clung like a shroud, but he persevered.
On days 4~7, Levon was tasked with feeding and gathering supplies for the many creatures lurking—beings that would rather devour than thank him for the al.
Only now did he truly understand how rigorous it was to be a mber of the Logistics Departnt.
Logistics wasn’t just a support role, but a battlefield in its own rights.
Its mbers were workers and fighters, hardened by years of service, capable of holding their own against vampires. It’s just that they were better suited for such worker roles rather than going on in the field.
Levon was impressed, realizing they were also responsible for feeding the vampires held in Captivity within these grounds. Such a task required both bravery and cunningness.
Should the order get attacked and ambushed, each and everyone of them will fight, defending their turf with ease.
Like so, Levon spent week 1 with the Logistics departnt.
Weeks 2 and 3 brought him to the dical Departnt. They didn’t give him any high ranking tasks, but just basic ones all newcors did.
Nevertheless, it was incredibly tough. It was also here that they saw so people who he thought were dead during the examination.
It seed they too joined the Order, but didn’t have a glorious start the way he did.
Then Week 4 ca. Levon found himself working with weapon research. To be specific, they sent him to an underground junkyard, a vast land of Junk.
Honestly, Levon was dumbfounded by the junkyard that looked like a steampunk multiverse. There was steam everywhere, cloaking the atmosphere.
There, he t people who swore they hadn’t seen the sun for 4 years. Unless they can advance to the next stretch level, they’ll remain underground looking through the junk for special parts.
For this, Levon was dumbfounded.
Luckily, he started off as a Bloodred 10. Who wants to be like those people living underground?
In the end, Levon had to admit that no matter the departnt he was sent to, he learned far more than he anticipated.
Air caught up in his lungs when feeling his pulse quicken.
Even with his eyes closed, he could feel his improvent throughout the 4 weeks.
Yet, there was a tinge of pain in his heart when seeing Victorio and his goons practicing abilities far greater than what any of those in punishnt knew.
The difference between them and they was obvious for everyone to see.
Fortunately, his punishnt period was finally over.
Last night, they had their 4th Night Drill.
Since that first ti, Levon has never gotten punishnt from Clara again.
Everyone was still talking about last night’s matter while getting ready for class.
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"Happy!" Shugo had nonexistent tears in his eyes. Levon and Leo nodded, subrging themselves in the steaming waters of one of the many Onsen’s scattered around..
This was the Boy’s Bathing Room, a utopia with over 25 giant pools of steaming water.
"Finally, we can catch up."
"Imagine being those who received Punishnt for the 2nd, 3rd, or even 4th ti?"
Everyone had sympathy for these people.
What did Clara say again?
The first punishnt is one month; And after that, multiply the number by 2 for the next.
So if you receive a 2nd Punishnt, it’s an additional 2 months added to the original 1 month making it 3.
Then if you get punishnt the 3rd ti, it’s an additional 6 months added to the original 3 months.
Long story short, so people won’t be attending any classes until 9 months later. By that ti, do you know how far back you would be?
Terrible!
Clara’s words still lingered ominously in their hearts.
"It’s her cut-off ti that really shakes ."
"Yeah." Leo agreed. "She said if one’s total punishnt ti surpasses 2 years, they’ll get an automatic and permanent transfer to either: the dical, Diplomatic, Weapon research, or Logistics departnts... Isn’t that exile?"
"Since she didn’t call departnt 1, 3, or 4... I think we’re waiting to get sent to either one of these."
Levon dunked his head into the waters thoughtfully.
’Departnt 1 (Intelligence), Departnt 3 (Security), and Departnt 4 (Battle & Retrieval), should be where Legends are made.’ He concluded.
No matter how you look at these departnts, they were all forefront in the outside field and world.
Leo’s lips thinned, "It’s true that sotis, those in Logistics do head out to get basic items like clothing and my ga chips... But only those above a certain level can go out. So what are the odds of fighting powerful vampires if we get transferred to the Logistics departnt or other departnts?"
The implication was clear—Staying in this mansion ant they belong to either Departnts 1, 3 or 4. Transferring away ant they’ll get buried in other departnts, never seeing truly powerful enemies until they reach certain ranks.
No fun.
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