All Chapters of The Squalor Bastard Becomes The Gravemarch: Chapter 31
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The Messenger
“Sorry, kid. But you need to forget what just happened,” a voice said just before Blossom collapsed and everything turned white.Someone had teleported Won away in an instant.“What the hell were you thinking?” the voice demanded sharply.They were inside a sunlit room filled with paintings and sculptures, the golden light spilling gently through the window. Won, clutching the spot where his left arm had been a few minutes ago, glared at the man before him. It was the teacher who once told him to shower with mint flavored body wash.“What did you do to Blossom?” Won snarled, wincing in pain.“Oh, now you are worried about your little girlfriend? You have lost an arm, kid!” the teacher snapped.
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Venom's Claws
Won's blood burned, the Murk's poison twisting through his veins like molten wire. His vision splintered into jagged shadows, but he gripped his sensari sword, its white fire blazing with hunger. The headless Murk at his feet melted into oily sludge, tendrils thrashing like severed vipers. The library’s ruins hissed with the slithering approach of more Murks, oozing through cracked walls, their amorphous forms shifting between mist and tendril horror."Poison’s got me," Won snarled, forcing himself upright, jaw clenched. No time for weakness. The hive-mind’s whispers clawed at his skull: You’re nothing. Join us. His sensari surged, senses cutting through the haze like a blade, pinpointing their collective pulse.Blossom spun
Assassination of Aviva
The chaos finally subsided after several exhausting hours. With the combined effort of teachers and students, order slowly returned to the academy grounds. The Ashen with pure magic bearing had already begun restoring the shattered library, their spells weaving through the air like glowing threads of silk, piecing together the wreckage left by the battle.By nightfall, the academy was silent again—too silent tonight as everyone was scared. They knew the academy wasn't safe anymore. The teachers had gathered for an urgent meeting. The students, drained and hollow-eyed, retreated to their dormitories.After a quick shower, Won collapsed onto his bed, muscles heavy with fatigue. Beside his bed, Orson was already snoring softly. But their fragile rest didn’t last
Immortality
Won slipped through the narrow passage of the teachers’ quarters in his cat form, silent and unseen. His paws made no sound on the polished wood as he moved like smoke through the corridor, stopping before a door marked with a brass nameplate: Professor Shen Xiamo.He straightened, fur fading, bones twisting back until his human form took shape once more. His breath steadied, eyes glinting faintly.Before his knuckles could touch the door, a calm voice called from inside.“Come in, Won.”He entered.What appeared ordinary from outside unfolded into a vast chamber within. The interior was impossibly large—two floors high, layered with staircases an
Basic Education
Won raised his brows, not the least bit surprised, and asked with a calm tone, “Professor Xiamo, do you mind if I take a seat on your couch?”Wynn and Xiamo exchanged a brief glance. The old professor hesitated for a heartbeat before nodding.“Ah—yes, of course. Please, sit down. Forgive my earlier insincerity.”“Thanks,” Won muttered. He sat silently, sipping the tea placed before him. After a few moments, he set the cup down and spoke evenly, his gaze lifting to meet theirs.“I think I made it clear during our last meeting—I know neither of you can possibly be human. So, stop looking so shocked.”Professor Xiamo blinked and cleared his throat, lowering himself into
Energy Control
Won slipped into the main class just as the bell echoed through the halls. Leo waved him over with a grin. “Won! Here!”Won’s gaze flicked past him — landing briefly on Orson, seated across from Leo. Their eyes met. Orson’s face was blank, unreadable. Won’s own expression didn’t waver. He said nothing, only nodded once and took the seat beside Leo.Leo glanced between them, sensing the tension. “...Right,” he muttered, deciding not to press. The room buzzed with whispers — everyone was talking about Aviva’s death.The sound of heavy boots silenced the noise. Every student stood immediately as Professor Elira Vann entered.She was striking — tall, poised, eyes like charged sparks. Her hair seemed aliv
The Strongest Trio
A week passed, yet no evidence surfaced regarding Aviva’s assassination. The academy had returned to its rhythm — endless lectures, and brutal training sessions. But between Orson and Won, a thick wall of silence remained. They hadn’t exchanged a single word since that night.Won didn’t even know how to start. The air in their dorm felt heavy, the unspoken guilt pressing between them like a blade.“You sleeping?” Won finally asked after stepping out of the shower, his hair still dripping. Orson lay on his bed.Orson’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert. “Who are you? Can’t believe you’re the one talking first.”There was
Garcia Siblings
Won scratched his head, his expression half-tired, half-confused.“Mind speaking the language I actually understand?” he muttered.What is going on, Ramiro?” Headmistress Natt’s voice cut sharply through the tense air.Ramiro didn’t even bother to look back. His lips curled into a sneer.“Stay out of this, Madam.”Natt sighed. She had seen this side of him before — temper like wildfire, impossible to contain. Her gaze shifted toward Sylas, a silent signal in her eyes.Sylas gave a subtle nod. “Got it,” he whispered, then approached Ramiro with measured steps. His hand landed lightly on the young man’s shoulder.
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The Garcia Family
A faint knock echoed through the dorm room. Leo glanced up from his desk. He didn’t have a roommate. He had the room all by himself. The knock came again.With a reluctant sigh, he stood and opened the door.Standing there was Orson, wearing that signature grin. Behind him was Won, scratching the back of his head, looking oddly embarrassed. And just as Leo opened his mouth, another face peeked from the side—Sylas, waving casually.“Yo,” Sylas said. “Hope we’re not disturbing your sacred solitude.”Leo groaned, rubbing his temple. “Why did you come here? It’s past lights out.”Orson pushed the door wider and strolled
The Monster’s Son
Won’s hand trembled as he handed the phone across the table. “What is it, Won?” Orson’s tone carried concern, his brows furrowing.“Nothing,” Won muttered, though his eyes refused to look away from the screen. “This person… he looks unreal.”Orson exhaled sharply. “We’re talking about a villain here, Won. Who cares if he’s handsome?” He forced a laugh.“Right,” Won replied, his voice faint. He tried to absorb what he was seeing, what his mind refused to accept. “It cannot be Wynn,” he thought, the image burning behind his eyes.
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