Legend of Immortal: Angeloids and Eviloids

Capítulo Tres

I spotted Ms. Sierra waiting outside the gate, her back turned, a clear anticipation in her posture.

"Ms. Sierra?" I called out, and she quickly turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile.

As I approached, she asked, "Are you ready?" I nodded in response. "In that case, let's head to the haunted dimension forest," she said with a serious tone, and I followed her, my curiosity building.

The path we embarked on led us away from the bustling school grounds, winding its way into the unknown.

The atmosphere became eerie, with a chilling wind that seemed to whisper secrets only it understood. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the soft, haunting breath of the wind. My heart skipped a beat when, out of nowhere, a gathering of dry leaves materialized before me, taking on the form of a woman. It even offered a fleeting smile before dissolving into the whispering breeze.

"Don't pay them any mind; they're the guardians of this realm," Ms. Sierra reassured me, and I nodded, trying to shake off the surreal encounter.

I noticed more and more of these dry leaves transforming into humanoid shapes, dancing in the rhythm of the wind as we ventured deeper into the forest.

Relief washed over me as we finally reached our destination. We had arrived at a gateway surrounded by countless bees.

"They're the knight bees. They grow larger and transform into knight warriors when threats approach," Ms. Sierra explained, and I marveled at the concept of knight bees.

As we approached the entrance to the blue dimension, two figures emerged from it. They possessed four arms and each held a gleaming sword.

"She's a friend," Ms. Sierra declared to the two beings, who regarded me with solemnity before stepping aside.

"They are the four-armed guardians of the blue dimension," I acknowledged with a respectful nod.

My attention was then drawn to a diminutive creature that floated steadily. It radiated a blinding light, making it impossible to discern its features, but I could make out the dragonfly-like wings it sported.

"He's the pet of the two four-armed guardians. If any disturbance occurs here, he enters the blue dimension to report it to higher authorities. Let's move on!" Ms. Sierra urged, and I obediently followed her.

As we entered the dimension, a brilliant blue light enveloped me, causing my head to throb with discomfort and nausea. I had to close my eyes and take deep breaths to prevent myself from becoming sick. It felt like the world was spinning, threatening to make me lose my balance. I breathed deeply, hoping to regain my composure. When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an unfamiliar place.

We stood before a colossal white gate.

Could this be the Peace Temple?

The grand gate gradually swung open, and Ms. Sierra entered, prompting me to follow her into the unknown.

The surroundings were a breathtaking sight—golden and silver towers loomed in all directions, but one tower, adorned with diamonds, pearls, sapphires, emeralds, and other precious minerals, stood as a testament to opulence. It was the most magnificent and massive structure of them all.

So, this is the realm of angeloids?

Gigantic and enigmatic beings soared through the skies, and a colossal creature descended upon us—a hybrid of eagle and lion.

"Come, Claire," Ms. Sierra beckoned, and I complied, albeit struggling to adjust to the creature's size.

It carried us toward the largest tower, constructed from pearls and emeralds.

The Tower of the Archangels.

As the enormous doors swung open, an expansive hall unfurled before us, with archangel knights lining the sides, standing in formation. At the front, two figures sat, one male and one female, radiating an aura of supreme authority.

We greeted them with the utmost respect.

"Allow me to introduce her, Your Highnesses. She possesses a unique ability—this is Claire," Ms. Sierra began.

The two high-ranking figures rose from their seats.

"In that case, escort her to where she belongs," the male figure declared, his deep voice resonating with authority.

We stood and followed Ms. Sierra through the hall, venturing deeper into the Tower of the Archangels.

I couldn't have anticipated the tower's grandeur, including the presence of dormitories. This realization raised an intriguing question—did this world also host a school? Well, the answer seemed evident.

Before I could inquire further, Ms. Sierra left me at the entrance to my new room, leaving me feeling both awestruck and bewildered.

Several moments passed, and I continued to gaze at the doorway leading to my new quarters. I raised my hand, poised to knock, but Thania's words echoed in my mind. Just open it!

With resolve, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Two girls occupied the room, one in the midst of an argument with the other while a third sat calmly, meticulously painting her nails. The girl painting her nails raised an eyebrow as she saw me, causing the argument to halt.

"Do you even go to school?" the girl with the nails inquired, her voice laced with a challenge.

Without responding directly, I located an unoccupied bed, tossed my bag onto it, and took a seat.

To my surprise, an empty small plastic bottle was hurled in my direction. My temples throbbed with irritation.

"You never listen, do you? That suits you!" the snobbish girl remarked, returning her focus to her nail filing.

Acting on instinct, I kicked off my shoes and sent one of them hurtling toward the girl, striking her squarely in the head.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

I felt like a sharpshooter, my shot true. The girl clutched her head, glaring at me with an intensity that suggested she was spoiling for a fight.

"Are you looking for trouble?" she hissed, her eyes ablaze with anger as she rose to her feet. It was the perfect moment to start singing. You look so beautiful in white…

The two girls who had been arguing quickly stepped in between us.

"Wait, don't you think it's a bit too early for a fight? You just met," a chubby, immature-looking girl with an overly cutesy tone intervened, attempting to defuse the tension.

In that Tower of the Archangels, amidst the whirlwind of emotions, my world had been transformed into a dizzying spectacle. Thania, my guardian, ignited a curious blend of irritation and amusement with her mischievous laughter, an undercurrent of resentment tugging at the edges of her mirth.

"Oh, she threw a shoe at me!" the annoyed girl in front of me exclaimed.

My annoyance grew as I pondered how someone her age could still engage in such petty antics. "You threw me first Is doing the same thing not allowed?" I quipped, unable to resist a playful retort. I crossed my legs casually, feigning nonchalance.

"But it was just a tiny thing!" Her voice rose defensively, her frustration becoming more pronounced. She's referring to the plastic bottle thing she threw.

I couldn't help but smirk, knowing that a battle of wits with Thania was never one to be easily conceded. "I just did the same thing. We're now even," I replied with a confident grin. After all, who could outwit Thania?

"It's so unfair, your throw hurt me!" she exclaimed, but I didn't allow her to finish her sentence. It was clear that she thrived on attention, and I had no intention of indulging her.

"Shut up, being an attention seeker doesn't suit you!" I retorted, adopting my signature fake smile before leaving the dorm. As I departed, I couldn't help but notice her two friends, their wide-eyed astonishment at my actions confirming that I had made an impression.

With determination, I decided to explore every nook and cranny of the Tower of the Archangels. The corridor led me past numerous dorms, yet something felt amiss – why was it so deserted?

When I finally reached the back of the dorm, I was presented with two paths – one leading left and the other right.

"Wait, which way should I go?" I asked Titania, my other guardian, seeking guidance from her.

"Go right," came her response, guiding my decision.

And so, I embarked on the path to the right. Along the way, I couldn't help but admire the precious statues of archangels, seemingly remnants of a bygone era.

As I approached the front, my senses were greeted by a colossal statue of a man brandishing a massive sword. Only then did I realize that I had been standing there, lost in contemplation, for quite some time. It dawned on me that the Tower of the Archangels was not just a mere dormitory; it was, in fact, an amusement park.

The park was abuzz with people – couples strolling hand in hand, laughter permeating the air. My curiosity led me towards a gathering of people up ahead, and I couldn't help but be drawn into the spectacle.

It turned out to be a battle game, and the audience was ecstatic. The women in particular seemed captivated by a charming young man with dimples, while others were entranced by a guy with emerald-green eyes, his charisma undeniable. His perfect nose and porcelain skin evoked envy in everyone present – was he a walking masterpiece? Had he, perhaps, risen from the grave?

My focus was abruptly disrupted by an unexpected assault – a sticky, saliva-like projectile landed on my arm. Revolting!

It struck me that he had been aiming for my arm all along. I turned to face him, and his raised eyebrow seemed to taunt me: "Serves you right, you fool!" He swiftly resumed playing, as though my retaliation meant nothing.

My patience wore thin – this was insufferable!

Faster than a bolt of lightning, I retaliated, targeting him instead of the saliva-laden jellyball. It burst against his face, and I couldn't resist clapping in satisfaction.

"Oh my god!" I overheard his fans exclaim. Could he be any more of an attention seeker?

"How dare she?! She ruined our prince's face!" one girl loudly murmured.

"Who did that?!" he bellowed at the crowd. Being confidently beautiful with a heart, and exuding charisma, I boldly raised my hand and stepped forward. After all, why hide my beauty?

A smirk nearly crept onto my face as I observed his reddened complexion when he was angry. He was like a living canvas, his face painted with fiery hues when enraged.

Mwahahaha!

I took a step back as he suddenly appeared in front of me.

Oops...

"Don't you recognize me?" he grinned at the crowd. It seemed he was quite the showman, flaunting his charm.

Oh, I see... he had a plan.

I met his theatrics with a sly smile. He believed he was the mastermind of this little spectacle, but little did he know, I had my own tricks up my sleeve.

But, as it turned out, I was wrong. He enveloped me in a tight embrace and whispered a single word. I had no time to react as he whispered, "Prepare."

Ugh! Wasn't this whole situation unfair? I was left with no choice but to play along.

As he flashed that infuriatingly teasing smile, my blood boiled with frustration.

"No forgiveness allowed!" I silently vowed a determination to get even welling up inside me.

The words of endless gossip reached my ears, trickling into my consciousness like drops of poison. At first, I thought they were compliments, my ego soaking them in. Little did I know, they were laced with venom, the sweetest of poisons.

"Do you still want to live?!" I whispered to him, a menacing undercurrent in my voice as he continued to cling to me. Was he savoring every moment of this?

"Ah... Yes, and I hope my soul finds its way into your heart," he responded, a faint trace of jokes underlying his words. I couldn't help but question his motives.

"What did you say?" The exclamation escaped my lips, an expression of my bewilderment and frustration.

As his taunts continued, I could no longer restrain myself. With a swift uppercut, I silenced his smug remarks. It was a punch, both physical and metaphorical, delivered straight to his ego.

"Oh my Gosh!" a bystander gasped in shock, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief at my audacity.

My gaze turned to the women who had been casting judgmental glares in my direction. Some averted their eyes, as if afraid that I might pierce their very souls with my intense gaze or perhaps silence their cruel tongues with a swift retribution.

Conversely, the men in the vicinity seemed to revel in my bold response. Their approving nods and sly grins spoke volumes.

I redirected my attention to the blushing troublemaker whose ears were now the color of ripe tomatoes.

"Okay, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now!" I declared, emphasizing the word "boyfriend" and unceremoniously pulling him away from the gathering.

The previously judgmental women made way for us, cowed by my boldness and perhaps sensing that they had underestimated my determination.

As we distanced ourselves from the crowd, I released my grip on his hand when I noticed him studying my face. We were now far from prying eyes.

"What's your problem?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow as I met his gaze.

"You're quite beautiful, so it's acceptable," he replied, now wearing a charming smile. The abrupt shift in his mood left me perplexed. One moment, he was seething with anger, and the next, he was amiable.

Realization struck me as we continued walking. I noticed the rows of fire trees lining the path, a sight that distracted me momentarily. "Wait, where are we?" I questioned, curious about our surroundings.

In response, he burst into laughter, a hearty, infectious laughter that echoed through the quiet surroundings. I turned to face him, my patience dwindling.

"What's so funny?" I pressed, my brow furrowing in irritation.

"Hahahahah, you're so hahaha! You hahaha!" he laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. It was as if he had an endless reservoir of mirth, and he intended to deplete it all here and now.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to be embarrassed by his antics. "Oh, you know now? Hahaha!" he managed to say between fits of laughter.

My thoughts raced as I considered the implications. Could he read minds? Was that how he had anticipated my earlier plan?

He nodded in affirmation, his laughter gradually subsiding. He was indeed capable of deciphering the thoughts of those around him. That explained how he had outsmarted me earlier.

"Hey, who are you really?" I inquired, my face contorted in confusion. Was he taking our newfound closeness for granted?

"I am Seth Delacroix, your boyfriend!" he declared, his smile resembling that of an overenthusiastic dog or a character from a toothpaste commercial. My patience ran thin, and I shoved him against one of the fire trees, exasperated.

"What about you? You're new here, right? What's your name?" he questioned, now adopting a more serious tone.

"Guess," I challenged him, determined to keep my thoughts hidden. His attempt to read my mind yielded nothing but a blank void, causing him to furrow his brow in frustration.

"Tsk!" he muttered in annoyance, turning away and jamming his hands into his pockets.

I couldn't help but wonder if he intended to leave me behind. No way! With a flicker of determination, I activated my teleportation ability, instantly finding myself back in front of the dormitory where I had started. That guy was no longer my concern.

Upon entering the dorm, I discovered three individuals preparing dinner.

"Uhmmm... You can join us," the curly-haired one offered, extending an invitation. The chubby girl nodded in agreement, while the snobby one simply rolled her eyes.

How dare she! It was none of her business!

I took a seat next to the curly-haired girl, sandwiched between her and the chubby girl. The snobby one sat directly across from me.

I introduced myself to them, gradually learning more about each person. They were Gahlia Hutchinson, with her wild, curly hair, her sister Amala Hutchinson, who had soft, rounded cheeks, and the snobby one who went by the name Breathlease Limmerick.