Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 47: Poisonous Swamp

Chapter 47: Poisonous Swamp

Dawn examined his surroundings with a plain gaze, looking at the crowd of people surrounding him. He couldn’t stop himself from muttering, "Which human station is this?"

The Eternal Battlefield was an unimaginably huge place. No one knew where it began or where it eventually ended. The place with unspeakable horrors seemed to stretch endlessly.

Even in this impossibly dangerous Eternal Battlefield, there were places which were slightly safe for fragile human lives, known as stations. These stations were like an oasis in a desert.

As if following some sort of strange rule, there would be one station in the range of 1,000 kilometers.

Some of these stations would be beginner-friendly, like the ’Green Goblin Tribe Castle’ station, which was filled with weak, mindless goblins that could be easily killed. While some were not beginner-friendly... like, for example, the station that Dawn found himself in.

A faint, acrid scent tickled Dawn’s nose—sharp, almost metallic. The humid air clung to his skin like a second layer, thick and suffocating.

His throat felt dry, his instincts screaming at him before his mind even processed the reality.

"Poisonous Swamp..."

A slight shift in the wind brought with it a sickly-sweet aroma. His heartbeat quickened. That smell—it was death. A careless breath of the wrong air, and his lungs could rot from the inside.

"Tch, is this a joke?" His lips curled into a bitter smile. "Out of all places, I end up in the worst possible station?"

As its name implied, the Poisonous Swamp was filled with dangerous poisonous fog all around, with very harsh living conditions.

A single misstep might result in instant death.

It would be a miracle if the Awakeners were able to survive for one month.

However, it wasn’t like there was no hope at all. Dawn’s gaze slightly moved forward, and the recruiter standing appeared in his vision.

Three groups of people, fully armed to the teeth, looked at the newcomers with indifference in their eyes.

Just as he was surveying the surroundings, he felt someone looking in his direction; his eyes narrowed. After spending three years of his life in the Nether Colony, he had become very aware of his surroundings.

A prickling sensation crawled up Dawn’s spine—a feeling of being watched.

His gaze flicked to the side, landing on a young man with curly golden hair and piercing blue eyes that gleamed with sharpness, like a blade half-drawn from its sheath.

For a brief moment, their gazes locked. The blonde-haired man narrowed his eyes, something unreadable flickering in them.

Then, just as quickly, he looked away.

Dawn frowned. "Do I know this guy...?"

After thinking hard for a moment, a memory that was buried somewhere deep in his head emerged.

The symbol of two crossed swords was stitched onto his chest looked somewhat familiar. Dawn’s mind instantly connected the dots—Flying Sword Royal Academy.

"Flying Sword Royal Academy! Isn’t this the symbol of the Academy where my elder brother went to study?"

He had heard his mother mention it in the past; at that time, he really didn’t pay attention. Thinking about certain things, his opinion of the young man changed in his head slightly. According to what he had heard, the youngsters who managed to enter were incredibly talented fellows.

...

Kane immediately turned his head away when he realized he was caught probing and couldn’t stop himself from thinking in awe.

"Such sharp senses..."

He had made sure to keep his probing as concealed as possible, but even then he was caught.

You have to understand, Kane was known for his stealth and concealed actions; no one had ever been able to catch him in class if he really wanted to hide himself.

He couldn’t help but wonder who this young man was, but he had a feeling that this man was somehow related to that hateful fellow Lucas Skylar.

Just as he was about to continue pondering, he heard a loud commotion coming from below.

"Argh! I am sorry."

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the swamp, cutting through the murmurs of the newcomers.

A figure crumpled to the ground, his body twisting like a cockroach as blows rained down on him from all sides. The wet, sickening crack of a bone snapping sent shivers through the crowd.

"How dare you, no-class trash, talk to me like this?!"

A boot slammed into the downed recruit’s ribs. The man coughed violently, spitting blood onto the swampy ground. His hands weakly clawed at the mud, trying—and failing—to crawl away.

The recruiter sneered. "Do you think my Flowing Swamp organization is some third-rate group that would accept garbage like you?"

The man beating the newcomer was a middle-aged man with a slightly crooked nose; in his hand was an iron pole that was slightly bent.

After delivering the last blow which caused the newcomer to faint, the man spat on the ground and turned to face the platform.

The newcomers who hadn’t received adequate training and were first time exposed to violence felt their legs shaking from such a cruel display.

All of the veterans and some passersby watched this scene in silence; some even had a slightly mocking look in their eyes.

Kane Hemsworth also realized what was going on and sighed.

Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys—his actions seemed really effective as the platform filled with people had fallen completely silent.

Kane thought the poor guy lying on the ground was really unlucky to be exploited on day one.

"If any of you dare to open your mouth again without permission, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

With these words, he kicked the body of the fainted guy.

All the people present heard the sound of several bones breaking loud and clear.

Just at this time, the sound of coquettish laughter came from the distance, followed by the appearance of a beautiful woman with a head full of black hair.

Her silky smooth hair lightly danced in the wind even though there were no strong winds at this time.

"My, my, you people are really restless. At this rate, how will my peaceful Truth Seeker organization complete its work in time?"

The woman’s voice was like the sound of morning bells, calming to listen to, filled with a strong attractive power that made people focus on her words.

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