Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 51: Mission Completed

"Here it comes!" Elise suddenly shouted.

With her words, a huge surge of electricity shot through the room and traveled directly toward Kris, ignoring Atlas.

Kris abruptly stopped the ice spell and tried to conjure a magic shield to protect himself.

Atlas instantly thrust the holy sword in his hand into the flames. The blade was engulfed in unquenchable black fire.

An incredible flow of electricity had already entered Kris’s body. Still, Kris was able to withstand it. He didn’t seem to have a magic shield. This presented him with an opportunity.

Sensing that the time had come, he swung the holy sword directly at Kris’s body.

At that moment, the blade pierced Kris’s abdomen, just below his torso. He had failed to create the magic shield in time—or perhaps he hadn’t even tried.

Something was wrong.

"ATLAS!!!" Elise suddenly screamed, calling him by name for the first time since the two had met in this life.

The young girl quickly began to approach Atlas. Still, the fact that Kris was still alive made her cautious, after all, one mistake and the still-living Atlas could be killed outright.

The young girl could only pray that Professor Abraham would come to her so they could rescue him.

Atlas was too caught up in his victory to realize what was happening. The adrenaline had deafened him, his ears were ringing, and he was only now beginning to feel the weight pressing down on his body, albeit faintly.

Then, he noticed a warmth trickling from his mouth. Slowly shifting his gaze to Kris’s face, he realized that, despite his severe injuries, Kris was smiling.

Something was definitely wrong.

The triumphant grin on Atlas’s face vanished, replaced by stress as his thoughts raced wildly. None of the sensations he had seemed to be alive. It was as if he felt the beating blood in his body and the pressure coming from it, and he was moving with the flow of blood cells in his own body.

Maybe he was trapped in an illusion. Maybe Kris had poisoned his mind.

Just then, Professor Abraham and the rest of the student committee stormed into the room. Though Atlas couldn’t see Abraham’s expression, the professor was horrified.

And he wasn’t the only one. Even the gods and goddesses, who had been watching events unfold with rapt attention, were in shock.

Without hesitation, Abraham rushed toward Kris and Atlas. He seized Kris by the throat, knocked him unconscious, and immediately secured him with magic cuffs to prevent him from casting spells. These cuffs were designed to suppress magic for any mage below an eighth-grade level.

Meanwhile, Atlas’s adrenaline rush was fading, allowing the full weight of his injuries to hit him. He brought his left hand to his mouth to check the source of the warmth and saw that his entire palm was stained with blood.

Then, a heavy, suffocating sensation settled over him, followed by unbearable pain in his abdomen. Tilting his head slightly, he finally understood why Kris had been smiling just moments ago.

An ice needle was lodged in his stomach.

Kris had tried to kill him—at the cost of his own life—and had come terrifyingly close.

Atlas’s balance faltered, and he began to collapse. Before he could hit the ground, Elise caught him.

Despite the agony and the feeling of his life slipping away, Atlas turned to Professor Abraham and rasped, "Professor... vampires... please be careful with them. They’re badly injured. They need first aid."

His vision darkened.

His stomach was completely encased in ice.

"Stay with us, Atlas! You’ll be fine!" A distant and soft voice shouted, but his eyes felt heavy. His breathing slowed. His body refused to obey him.

Professor Abraham swiftly reached into his magic bag, retrieving the best healing potion he could find. He then conjured a small flame in his hand and carefully extracted the ice needle from Atlas’s abdomen.

The moment the ice was removed, blood began to gush from the wound again.

Still, this was a necessary step—one that had to be completed within seconds.

"Elise, as soon as I thaw the ice, make him drink the potion. Understood?" Abraham ordered.

Elise nodded in response.

Abraham carefully brought the flame closer to Atlas’s wound, ensuring he didn’t burn the skin, and gradually melted the ice that had encased it.

The blood loss began to slow—a sign that the situation had turned critical.

Finally, after nearly twenty seconds, Abraham muttered, "Now, Elise!"

Elise pried Atlas’s mouth open and tried to pour the potion in. But he wouldn’t swallow it.

She did the only thing she could—she took the potion into her own mouth and pressed her lips to his, forcing him to drink.

At last, the potion took effect. Atlas’s wound closed almost instantly, and the pain on his face lessened slightly.

Abraham exhaled sharply before turning to the surrounding student committee members.

"Take him and the vampire girls to the infirmary immediately! Keep him alive, no matter what. I’ll handle Kris. Dumgrith is waiting for him—with great anticipation."

The students didn’t hesitate. Every single one of them acknowledged his command, and the race against time began in full.

Atlas’s wound might have closed, and the ice might have melted, but he had lost an incredible amount of blood.

This was no joke. It didn’t matter if someone was a mage, an aura warrior, or even the most accomplished student in Hero Academy’s history—massive blood loss always led to the same fate: unconsciousness, then death.

What Abraham had done was only first aid. He couldn’t fully heal Atlas.

That’s why the race against time had begun.

Atlas and Elise had entered the room just seven minutes ago. They had engaged Kris in battle within five minutes. And, thanks to Kris’s recklessness, they had defeated him in five minutes and twenty-three seconds.

Atlas had fallen wounded, but as a result, Kris, who possessed a vast body of knowledge, was captured, and three vampire girls were saved.

Even on the brink of death, this outcome was undeniably a victory.

The mission was a success.