Perverted War God

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – The Art of Not Dying Like an Extra

Jackson thought inwardly, assessing the situation.

"And that guy? That’s Arin Blake," Logan added, nodding towards a muscular youth clad in sleek black robes. "A proud son of the heavens, as they say. He’s got an innate talent for lightning arts. Already has his little crew of followers hanging on his every word."

"Wow," Jackson muttered, his tone as flat as a spirit stone. "I’m shaking in my boots."

Logan chuckled. "Jealous?"

"Yeah, of course. My lifelong dream is to be surrounded by bootlickers who laugh at my unfunny jokes and pretend I’m a god. Just like those rich second-generation young masters who get face-slapped by protagonists."

Jackson’s sarcasm went completely over Logan’s head.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. A sharp gust of wind swept through the assembly ground, silencing the murmuring students.

One guy shivered and muttered, "Why do I suddenly feel a chill in my butt?"

Another student blinked. "Wait… you don't wear pants?!"

Swoosh!

Without warning, shadows darted into the courtyard. Figures clad in dark, ninja-like outfits descended from the rooftops, their movements swift and deadly.

One student screamed, "Shit! It's a cultivator assassination assassins!"

Seeing them arriving with killing intents.

Another student yelled, "Wait, wait! Can we talk this out?! I haven't even touched a woman yet!"

Before anyone could react, chaos erupted. The masked assailants attacked without hesitation, their strikes precise and brutal. One poor fool tried to act cool, stepping forward with his sword.

"I am a genius of the Celestial Sword Sect! You lowly—"

Crack!

His nose met a fist before he could even finish his sentence.

Another ‘proud son of the heavens’ attempted to counter with a fiery technique but was swiftly overpowered. His arm twisted painfully until it snapped.

Jackson deadpanned. Proud son of the heavens, huh? More like proud son of a hospital bed.

"What's going on?!" Logan yelled, his earlier cheer replaced with panic.

Jackson didn’t answer. His eyes narrowed. The assailants were relentless, their attacks coordinated. It was clear they weren’t pulling punches or else he would have taken it as a drill. One guy tried to run, only to get dropkicked into a stone pillar.

"Ah, my handsome face!"

Nearby, Celeste dodged a flurry of strikes with graceful precision, her icy aura flaring as she retaliated. Arin Blake unleashed a thunderous bolt of lightning, knocking one attacker off their feet.

Logan whistled. "Damn, she's beautiful and deadly."

Jackson shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you don’t get kick to dead while watching."

As students panicked, one fool ran past Jackson while screaming, "I CAN’T DIE A VIRGIN!"

Jackson’s face twitched.

Priorities.

Logan grabbed his arm. "We need to move! This isn’t our fight!"

Jackson was about to nod, but then he saw an attacker leap at them. He shoved Logan aside.

"Watch out!"

The masked man’s kick missed and shattered a statue into chunks of stone instead. Jackson wasted no time. He lunged forward, his fist connecting with the attacker’s chest. The sheer force sent the masked figure sprawling.

"Whoa," Logan breathed. "You didn’t hold back, did you?"

Jackson didn’t reply. He crouched behind another toppled statue and motioned Logan to follow.

"What’s going on?! Storm Academy is a top-tier school! How the hell is it getting attacked?! This is like Harvard getting bombed in broad daylight!"

Jackson sighed. "Yeah, well, welcome to cultivation stories, where security is only strong when it’s convenient for the plot, I bet this has never happened before and must be happening only due to the MC being among us."

Logan groaned. "This is bullshit. Also… I think I peed a little."

Jackson scooted away slightly upon hearing those words with a look of disgust.

Meanwhile, Arin Blake stood heroically, lightning crackling around his fists.

"Back off!" Arin roared, his voice commanding. He thrust his palm forward, unleashing a bolt of electricity that sent the attacker flying.

Logan whispered, "Impressive."

Jackson squinted as he saw through him. This dude is just using a treasure to boost his power. Bet he can’t even cook instant noodles without it.

The scion from the Zhao Clan was also fighting fiercely, his sword carving arcs through the air. But despite all their skill, the students were getting overwhelmed.

"Fall back!" someone shouted. "We can't defeat them!"

Another guy yelled, "Screw this! I’ll hide and let whosoever is the MC to handle it!"

Indeed, retreat was the smartest option. But Jackson couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As they ran towards the main school compound, the sounds of battle faded behind them. They burst through the gates—

And were greeted with silence.

The training grounds, once bustling with activity, were eerily empty.

Logan frowned. "Where is everyone?"

Jackson rubbed his chin. "Either they escaped, or…" He paused. "Wait. Did you hear that?"

A soft sobbing sound echoed.

They turned to see a girl kneeling on the ground, clutching her head.

"This can’t be real… this can’t be happening! I came to school to learn… not… not to be killed! Wuuu~ I want my daddy!"

Jackson muttered, "Well, that was dramatic."

Nearby, another student was raging. "This is BULLSHIT! Where the hell are the teachers?!"

Someone else joined in, "Yeah! Weren’t they supposed to be protectors? They’re always hyped up as the strongest in China!"

"Maybe… maybe they’re fighting the assailants?"

"Or maybe," Jackson said slowly, "they’re on break."

Silence.

"…No way," Logan whispered.

"Oh, yes way," Jackson deadpanned. "I bet they’re just having tea and talking about how ‘today feels a little strange’ while we’re out here getting our asses kicked."

The students’ faces paled.

One guy groaned, "Had I known, I would have skipped class today!"

Jackson nodded. "And yet, you woke up, got dressed, and walked straight into a shounen massacre arc."

The boy whimpered. "I regret everything."

Jackson sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Get in line as regret wouldn't save you."

As the tension grew, Logan slowly turned to Jackson. "So… what’s the plan?"

Jackson smirked. "Plan? Oh, it’s simple."

He pointed to a nearby roof.

"We’re gonna Batman our way outta here."

Logan blinked. "The hell does that mean?"

Jackson grabbed him by the collar. "Shut up and trust me."