Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP-Chapter 235 : Reuniting Weak Friends in Heaven

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 : Reuniting Weak Friends in Heaven

Cleenah’s jaw dropped.

The horror in front of her wasn’t a battlefield. It was a butcher’s display. The dark mage woman had been sliced apart like meat on a cutting board.

But it wasn’t just brutal. It was deliberate. Precise. Every cut calculated to inflict maximum carnage with minimum effort.

And from behind the remains, completely unbothered by the fatality he had just created, Jax walked forward. Two swords in his hands. Blood dripping from both blades.

He wasn’t looking at the body. Wasn’t acknowledging the kill. His eyes were fixed ahead with the kind of emptiness that made even the surrounding darkness feel warmer by comparison.

He looked more demonic than Lilith herself. Not in power. Not in aura. But in the face he carried.

A demon in the body of a human. That’s what people called him. That’s what the rumors had always told her.

But now she was seeing it with her own eyes.

Her voice came out broken. "What have you done, Professor?"

He didn’t answer. Just walked forward. Step after step.

She pushed harder. "Have you gone insane? Why are you doing this?" Her grip on her holy sword tightened. "Don’t tell me you still want to protect this demon after witnessing everything?"

Her eyes shifted to Lilith who had been ignored during this exchange. But Lilith hadn’t been sitting idle. Her rage had driven her to something far worse.

Her hand was pierced straight through the martial boy’s heart.

She was breathing heavily. Satisfaction twisted across her face as she watched the pain flood through his eyes before they slowly closed.

Cleenah’s shock turned to fury. She brought her sword forward, the blade radiating with golden holy energy.

But before she could charge, she heard Jax’s footsteps. That maniacal, steady walk. Each step landing like a nail being driven into a coffin.

She turned back to him. "You have made the whole world your enemy. Not just by siding with evil, but by killing a professor."

Jax finally spoke. His expression hadn’t changed. That same terrifying face. That same emptiness filled with something worse than rage.

"Evil, you say?" His voice was low. Controlled.

"I think you’re mistaken. Because all I can see are the monsters standing in front of me."

He took another step.

"A foolish person who took everything from a child."

Another step.

"And worse. Even after taking everything. Her parents. Her childhood. You didn’t stop."

His grip on both swords tightened.

"You planned all of this to trigger her. To give her more trauma than you had already given her."

Cleenah understood every word. Seris, still barely conscious on the ground, didn’t. She was too afraid to even ask seeing the situation unfold.

Jax’s voice only grew louder. Higher. Each word carrying more weight than the last.

"But you know what? I knew it from the very beginning. Your plans. And even you, Cleenah."

Cleenah hissed. "How?"

Jax ignored her question entirely.

"I continued to be played in your game. Just because I needed Lilith to fight her own battle. And more importantly, to show the world how much of an apology they owe her."

His jaw clenched.

"I saw everything from the shadows. Helplessly. How you all treated her here. How you treated both my students. I didn’t do anything despite the burning rage within. Despite my own demon wanting to snap every last one of your necks."

Then a slight grin appeared. Devilish. The kind that promised something far worse than what had already happened.

"Only the future will tell why I was silent for so long."

Cleenah’s stance hardened. "You’re talking rubbish. You were dead the moment you chose to side with her."

Her voice grew colder.

"You can’t win against me. Or my Order. And don’t forget, we have someone here who wants a little revenge from you."

In the next instant, Jax felt it.

Immense pain. His ribs cracked from an impact he never saw coming. The force hit him from behind, exploiting the moment his emotions had left him exposed.

He flew. His body left the ground entirely before crashing and rolling across the stone floor.

After regaining consciousness, Jax looked up at the one who had lurked in the shadows and struck while his guard was down.

Amael. The Martial Academy professor.

He stood with his fist still extended. Lightning revolving around his knuckles. His eyes screamed revenge.

"Finally." His voice carried dark satisfaction. "I can do whatever I want with you without the eyes of the world watching."

Jax stood up slowly. Spat blood to the side. Looked down at his torso. His ribs were broken. His gut was bleeding. Even through the enchanted fabric, the wound was visible.

He raised his head. Looked directly at Amael like a final boss rising after the first hit.

"And who are you now?" His voice was flat. Unbothered. "Do I know you?"

Amael clicked his tongue in rage. "You’ll know when I kill you for everything you did to my friend Shin."

"Shin?"

"This motherfucker..." Amael’s fist trembled. Then he steadied himself. "Shin. The same professor you humiliated at the ball. The same one who decided suicide was a better option than living with the shame."

His voice cracked with barely restrained fury.

"The same one whose wife and child came to me yesterday asking how something like that happens."

Silence.

Then Jax spoke.

"So you’re blaming me for that pathetic friend of yours."

No empathy. No guilt. Not even a flicker.

"You know, he died because he was weak. It’s nothing new to me. I’ve seen plenty of people break because of the weakness inside their own minds."

His eyes didn’t waver.

"And your friend seemed to be quite the pussy who thought giving up was easier than standing back up."

He tilted his head slightly.

"But if you still think it was my fault, then fine. I’ll accept full responsibility."

A pause.

"By reuniting both weak friends in heaven."

Amael’s body shook with rage. His lightning grew brighter. More volatile.

Cleenah spoke in a heavy tone from behind. "You sure think highly of yourself, don’t you? Painting people as weak. But mind you, you don’t stand a chance against our combined power."

Jax walked slowly toward Amael. Both swords in hand. His words directed back toward Cleenah without turning his head.

"I don’t care how powerful you are. So keep your voice down when you talk to me."

Then he dashed.

The movement was so fast it looked like teleportation. One moment he was walking. The next his sword was swinging at Amael’s neck.

Amael dodged. Barely. The blade kissed the air where his throat had been a fraction of a second earlier.

Steel met lightning. The fight erupted.

Meanwhile, Cleenah saw the two locked in combat and turned toward her own battle.

She looked at Lilith. The girl was done tearing apart the martial boy’s body.

Standing over the remains, breathing heavily, her bleeding eyes scanning the surroundings as if analyzing what was happening around her.

Cleenah smiled. She began walking toward Lilith, passing Ava and Celestine.

"Help Amael," she said casually, eyes locked on Lilith.

Then she charged.

Her holy sword led the assault. The golden blade hummed with sacred energy as it carved through the air toward Lilith’s chest.

Lilith’s claws shot forward to grab the blade.

The moment her skin made contact, it burned. Holy energy seared through her demonic flesh like acid. Smoke rose from her palms. She recoiled with a hiss.

Cleenah was smiling. Toying with her. She brought her free hand close to Lilith’s chest and released a concentrated blast of holy magic at point-blank range.

Lilith flew backward. Her body hit the stone floor and skidded across it.

She screamed in pain.

But Cleenah wasn’t done.

She closed the distance in two steps. Grabbed Lilith by the throat. Lifted her. Then drove the holy sword straight through her stomach.

The blade sank in slowly. Deliberately. Inch by inch.

Cleenah leaned in close. Her lips brushed against Lilith’s ear.

"That’s how I killed your mother." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Slowly. Piercing through her guts. Watching the life drain from her eyes while she begged for her children."

The sword twisted.

"The same mother of yours who corrupted my land and brought the end of everything I loved."

Cleenah’s eyes were somewhere else now. Reliving the moment she received the news. Her family. Wiped out. Because of demons.

Then she spoke again. Softer this time. Almost gentle.

"Next, I’ll show you how I killed your little brother."

A pause.

"Poor thing couldn’t even run at that age."

Something inside Lilith detonated.

Her foot shot upward and connected with Cleenah’s chest. The force sent the paladin flying backward, ripping the holy sword free from Lilith’s stomach in the process.

The wound in her gut began healing. Rapidly. Flesh knitting back together at a speed that shouldn’t have been possible, especially after being pierced by a holy weapon.

Cleenah watched from where she had landed. And laughed.

"Bring it all out." Her smile was manic. Hungry. "I want to see the real one. Fighting the weakling version of you wouldn’t be fruitful. Show me the demon’s that killed the ones I cherished."

She charged again. Lilith attacked in return but Cleenah dodged the strike and cut through Lilith’s attacking arm with a clean slash.

She was enjoying it. Every slash. Every scream. Every drop of demonic blood that hit the floor.

Until the interference came.

A fist connected with the side of Cleenah’s skull. Brutal. Devastating. No warning. No sound.

She flew sideways and crashed into the stone wall.

Her vision cleared just enough to see who had hit her.

Jax.

Then her instincts screamed at her to check on Amael.

She turned.

And there he was.

Professor Amael. Hanging in the air. A blade from a broken sword pierced straight through his chest. His feet dangling above the ground. His eyes wide. His mouth open in a silent scream that never came.

Not only him but the dark mage student who would have tried to assist him or would have came in Jax’s way laid lifeless too.