Surviving in my Own Unpublished Failed Novel

Sunday Afternoon, Disciplinary Committee Weekly Training

"Good afternoon, everyone. I've taken care of some personal things yesterday; thus, didn't manage to attend the 'Mock Battle', but I've received reports from the Student Council President and every participant will receive their corresponding report or feedback. These reports contained evaluations done by the Student Council President, as well as the Vice-President of the Disciplinary Committee. The reason I am only informing all of you about this right now is that I don't want all or maybe some of you to be conscious that you were being evaluated..."

It was spoken by the platinum-haired woman with ruby eyes, Azalea Vermillion while standing in front of every Disciplinary Committee member including Freya Moon, who recovered gradually and quickly with the help of a medium-grade health and stamina potion, as well as Amery Blight who was sitting beside her.

Although the Disciplinary Committee was assigned of keeping other students in case of intractable emotions through provocation especially bullying between the aristocratic or people with high social standing or 'rank' as a player and the commoners who were talented enough to be accepted in the Obelisk Academy.

...

"Here... Here..."

Sounds of stacks of paper were being distributed by a woman in her seventeen or eighteen; she has grayish hair that seemingly stemmed from the gray ashes and light blue eyes that were almost synonymous with the cloudless morning sky. She has average stature as a woman.

After a few seconds of distribution of "individual evaluation reports", Azalea's voice thanked the woman who did her job as she wore a gentle, alluring smile.

" Thank you, Aisha."

Aisha nodded as a response as she place a remaining 'paper report' on the table in front of the Disciplinary Committee Office where Azalea was standing behind as her hands were on the table.

'Aisha Whispercrest'

Freya recalled the name of the woman who is the current Secretary of the Disciplinary Committee.

As various thoughts started to wander her mind, she was snapped back to reality by Azalea's voice, but this time, it has a curious tone.

"What's this?"

Although it was a semi-whisper inquisitive tone, everyone inside heard her as she sent a gaze at Aisha Whispercrest who took her sit in the front.

She glanced at the 'paper report' on the table, then she picked it up and took a look at it.

"Who is 'Kevin Springer'?"

"Pffffttt!"

A laugh almost erupted with the question Azalea had asked.

Not just one, but some Disciplinary Committee Members who were present earlier in the morning at the Obelisk Tracking Field knew of the embarrassment or hilarious circumstances that transpired. It felt like that particular ground of the prestigious Obelisk Academy had been tainted, extinguishing the ground's pureness.

Some avoided looking at the front reflexively.

Some looked down as if they were the ones who committed such acts.

Some women who managed to take a glance at that moment of clarity turned their expressions into a look of repulsion when they recalled the seemingly psychological attack.

Some had a curious look at the reactions of some of their co-members as they were not there at that time.

This was also the case for the Disciplinary Committee President as she temporarily 'left' the Obelisk Academy under the permission of Vice-Chancellor Dexter Rainfall due to some personal matters.

Azalea who noticed the odd reactions from the students asked with an inquisitive tone, "He is absent... What happened?"

With her question, the students who knew hesitated to open their mouths, even Aisha who happened to be there at that time avoided Azalea's gaze.

Azalea, who saw Aisha's odd behavior called her.

"Aisha..."

"Th-that..."

Aisha almost broke a sweat even if she was not in dungeon raiding.

'This is harder than raiding strayed dungeons.' Aisha lampooned.

After some time, she recalled everything that had happened as Azalea's face distorted.

...

After the meeting with the Disciplinary Committee, Freya Moon and Amery Blight walked together as they went back to their respective dormitory rooms.

With a question, Amery unexpectedly broke the silence between the two.

"Have you read your evaluation?"

Freya noticed for some time that Amery was not exactly an aloof, and unapproachable person.

Although she was exuding a cold atmosphere from time to time for some reason; she could be approached and talked with normally, but one should expect that her response would have a monotonous tone as if it was 'robotic.'

After deliberating for some time, Freya answered her without looking at Amery walking beside her.

"No, later in my room. How about you?

They took their own and match each other's pace with slow, and slightly heavy steps as they passed by a Cafeteria where some students bought their afternoon meals.

" Yes."

Amery replied succinctly, recalling the contents of her 'evaluation report'.

Freya fought second to the last in yesterday's Mock Battle, but before that, she witnessed the fight of Amery first.

With the difference in ranks and overall stats, as well as experiences, Amery was overwhelmed at first, but at some point, she managed to fight 'almost' on equal footing with her opponent, but this still resulted in her loss.

'She seems stronger than before.'

Freya thought as she remembered their first meeting at the Disciplinary Trial Exam during the 'battle royale.'

"Freya... do you think it's weird? After your fight with that bastard yesterday, he got humiliated in front of almost everyone..."

Freya's slow, and slightly heavy pace turned 'heavy' as she almost stopped in her tracks.

She recalled what happened 'after' she passed out.

Kevin Springer, a third-year, attempted to attack her even though she was unconscious.

She recounted the details Amelie Rose and her older brother had told her after she woke up in the hospital bed within the Obelisk Infirmary.

"If I think about it, it was weird, but from other students' perspectives, especially those who weren't involved with him would think otherwise."

She spoke her opinion on the matter as she couldn't just assume it was done because of her especially since she was lying on the hospital bed that late night, and rested until early morning in her dormitory room.

"You're right..."

Amery replied as her thoughts adrift.

...

"See you tomorrow."

Amery nodded at Freya's words as they bid each other goodbye.

Their dormitory room number corresponds to their student ranking.

As Freya Moon's rank was 26 and Amery's rank was 27, they were basically neighbors as their dorm room doors were at least 10 meters apart.

"Evaluation Report:

"Student Name: Amery Blight

"Section: A - 1

" Strengths:

She has refined swordsmanship that can be considered exceptional in her year.

She has a quick judgment of her opponent's next moves; thus, grasping the next appropriate move.

"Weaknesses:

Her thoughts seemed to be adrift sometime during the fight causing her to leave some openings for her opponent."

...

Amery Blight read again the 'Evaluation Report' as her expression turned into a frown before she placed the 'paper report' on her study desk beside her bed.

She slumped down at her bed, feeling bored with the world as she browsed again the various System messages that notified her recently.

Numerous holographic screens appeared in her sight.

[This 'Target' does NOT pose a danger to you!]

[This 'Target' does NOT pose a danger to you!]

[This 'Target' does pose a danger to you!]

[This 'Target' does NOT pose a danger to you!]

...

Recalling the identities of the 'Targets' the System was referring to...

Amery's expression turned solemn.

The moment she became a 'Blood Swordsman', she received a Unique Skill called 'Blood Instinct' that was S+ rank.

This skill allows her to determine if the 'targeted person' was dangerous or not.

And by doing so, she would receive subsequent messages about the possible actions she could enforce at that moment if the 'target' was deemed dangerous, but this only works if the 'target' was ranked higher than her with a maximum difference of three.

As Amery became E+ rank after becoming a Blood Swordsman, she almost managed to went toe-to-toe with her opponent during the Mock Battle whose rank was D.

'Russell Moon... Amelie Rose...'

She ingrained in her thoughts the 'players' to whom she used the 'Blood Instinct' skill.

The first System message was about Russell Moon; the 'Blood Instinct' skill told her via System that he was not dangerous to her.

'Maybe it's just his vibes... he seems mature for his age, making me feel on guard as if he's hiding something... but I guess it was nothing.'

Amery instinctively felt before that Russell was a man of secrets... but after she received the Blood Instinct...

'Maybe I'm just overthinking...'

Amery thought as she glanced at the last three System messages...

It was all about Amelie Rose!

Amery used 'Blood Instinct' on her, deeming Amelie Rose as 'NOT' dangerous... but one time just recently, another effect of 'Blood Instinct' she didn't expect to be triggered went haywire just. it was the automatic activation of the skill if she was near any random target that was deemed 'Highly Dangerous.'

'Amelie Rose was deemed dangerous yesterday during the Mock Battle as she watched with Russell... but earlier in the morning, the System said she was NOT.'

One of the downsides of the 'Blood Instinct' was that its criteria for deeming someone dangerous or NOT were unknown.

"Strange..."

Amery muttered in the lonely dorm room where the cold atmosphere was amplified by her presence as she decided to take a nap, waiting for dinner.

...

Amelie Rose's Dormitory Room

"This is really amazing!"

Amelie, almost shouted as if she was in the ecstasy of wonder while alone in her dorm room.

Although it's been a few days, she managed to explore her skills.

"I can't believe I could manipulate my Status Window!"

She browsed her Skills as she recalled manipulating her Status Window before she went to the Obelisk Tracking Field earlier in the morning; it was a few hours after their 'petty revenge.'

...

Room 2, Gaia Building.

Inside the spacious dormitory room where the privileges of being an A-1 student were evident.

"You can't join here anymore!"

Shouted by a blonde man with blue eyes that seemed gentle in the public eye, but full of conceit within, just like right now.

He was looking at the prostrating man on the ground as the man spoke...

"Si-Sir Arthur! I don't know what really happened... Please give me another chance..."

It was Kevin Springer.

There were other students with him, looking at him with disgust.

"Another chance, you say?"

Arthur Wolfson stood up from his seat and approached the prostrating Kevin Springer who didn't dare to look ahead or eye to eye with the face of the approaching man.

Kevin heard the footsteps and after a few seconds, he replied...

"Ye-yes! Sir Arthur... please!"

After three or four seconds of silence after his plea, he unconsciously tried to look up as he saw a pair of feet nearly in front of him.

~ Bang!

A kick sent him off for a few meters as though his neck would fly off with the strength exerted.

Arthur walked towards Kevin who he just kicked, then grabbed his hair as he sat in front of him.

"I'm a generous man... you see... So, I'll give you another chance. Find out who did that to you... and report it to me...

"You're a talented man... but I don't want someone who couldn't clean his mess.

" If you failed, kiss your entry at my 'Weaver Faction' goodbye."

~ Bang!

Another kick landed on Kevin's face before he passed out.

...

At Chaos Realm, Night Castle where the Primordial Goddess of Night, Empress of Chaos resides.

A black, ominous, incorporeal 'Shade' figure that exudes a 'Deathly' aura genuflected in front of the Goddess.

"My Goddess of Night, Empress of Chaos, I have done the task you had commanded me to do.

"It was deep in 'her' soul, the qualification 'We' are looking for. But it will take some time to manifest."

Said the 'Shaded' incorporeal figure in a manner of absolute reverence.

"You mean 'You' are looking for?"

The Goddess of Night asked rhetorically.

"Pardon my short-sightedness, my Goddess. I'm truly grateful for your recommendation."

The genuflecting 'Shade' incorporeal figure said, not daring to look at the Goddess.

After a few seconds of silence, the Goddess replied...

"You're welcome."

Without saying anything, the 'Shade' figure vanished as if it wasn't there from the beginning.

...

After some time when the Shade figure finished its business, the Goddess recalled something as she muttered...

"What a 'poor Elf'."