My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 119
“Release.”
She reverted the sword to her bracelet and then infused a bit of mana into the hair strand—just enough for it to hold a straight line in flight, nothing explosive.
If that thin line in the air wasn’t a rift, the hair would pass right through it and disintegrate from the mana charge. But if it was indeed a rift, a breach between the demon realm and the human world, the strand would disappear as soon as it touched the rift.
She tossed the hair towards the faint line. It flew straight, holding its shape until it reached the line, where it vanished as if swallowed by a void. Watching this, Regina felt a chill run down her neck.
She had hoped it was just an odd weather phenomenon, but it’s definitely a rift that is impossible to ignore.
“Haa…..”
The method to close a rift was simple enough: enter it, kill the devilkin, known as the ‘master of the rift,’ and destroy the demon stone.
The problem was that the rift’s environment was hostile to humans, and only someone who could channel mana effectively could survive in there. To destroy the stone, one would need power close to a Swordmaster’s mana blade.
Though manageable, the real challenge lay in the devilkin itself. While others could get purification through a priest’s ritual, she had no such luxury. ‘Bliss should handle this,’ she decided, knowing better than to risk further demonic poisoning herself.
Since the rift was high up, at a height that would take effort to reach, it wasn’t an immediate risk. She figured Bliss would surely return before it grew into a full-blown gate.
Sighing, Regina returned to her room to sleep.
In the morning, she attended classes and threw herself into sword training as usual. Glancing outside the classroom, the rift seemed slightly larger than before.
‘He’ll be back tomorrow.’
She let it go for now before falling asleep.
The same thing happened the next day.
‘Tonight, or surely by tomorrow, he’ll return.’
Bliss wasn’t abroad but had simply stepped out for a while. But the rift grew a little each day, and by the third night, she’d finally had enough.
‘Where the hell is he?’
Now three days had passed, and the so-called Dean was away for so long. Where is he?
Regina closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
‘Let’s calm down.’
He’ll definitely be back tomorrow.
After calming herself down, she lay down and went to sleep.
The next day, during breakfast, Fathom came to pick up a fight.
“You look rough. What’s going on?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your eyes are bloodshot, and you look ready to kill someone.”
Ignoring him, Regina kept eating as Fathom threw out a few exaggerated jokes, clearly trying to get under her skin.
“You know what you look like? A wife who’s waiting for her runaway husband to come back just so she can give him an earful when he does…”
He stopped in his tracks, sensing an icy chill. Regina had put down her utensils and was staring at him. His instincts kicked in, warning him that any further teasing would cost him his life.
“Enjoy your meal, junior.”
He muttered before running away with his tail between his legs. Left alone, Regina thought while continuing to eat her meal.
‘A runaway husband.’
He was oddly insightful. Though he wasn’t her husband, but rather her lover from a past life, she couldn’t deny that she’d been waiting with bated breath for him to return. And she was more than ready to demand an explanation why he returned late.
The rift had grown noticeably larger. At this rate, others would start noticing it soon. The fact that devilkins had entered the human realm was still classified information.
If a rift suddenly appeared over the Academy, there’d be chaos, not to mention the impossibility of keeping so many students quiet about it.
‘If Bliss isn’t back by today, I’ll have to reach out to the Crown Prince for help.’
Tomorrow was the weekend, and the Crown Prince would likely summon her anyway. She could mention the rift then and request that he send a Swordmaster to the Academy.
Having decided on a backup plan, she managed to calm herself down. It was embarrassing that she’d let her frustration show so much that even Fathom had noticed.
On her way back to the dorm, she heard someone shout.
“Did you hear? The Muscle Club is lifting a human tower!”
“What? The infamous ‘Muscle Morning’ muscle show? Let’s go check it out!”
A crowd of students surged toward the spectacle, followed by others. Regina hesitated briefly before giving in and joining the group.
“Oh my gosh, is that even humanly possible?”
“She really is the president…”
As girls gasped in awe, Regina looked on in silent shock. The club’s president held a man in each hand while striking a front double-biceps pose. But the display didn’t stop there.
“Behold! The power of muscle!”
It was none other than Jonas Schmidt, her teammate from the survival training, with three people balanced on his shoulders. One man was perched on Jonas’s shoulders, another on his, and another on top of that—the human tower itself.
“You, too, can be like me! Anyone who wants to get stronger, come to ‘Muscle Morning’ club!”
So that was the point of this absurd display. Promoting the club.
‘Better slip away before we make eye contact.’
As she turned to slip away from Jonas and the club president, a simultaneous round of gasps erupted. She glanced back and saw that the president had somehow climbed to the very top of the human tower.
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