From Trash to Lord of Thunder: The Rise of the Cursed Extra-Chapter 92: Major rewrite in process, do not buy (2)

The rain poured relentlessly, hammering the lake’s shore with a steady drumbeat—patter-patter.

Drops splashed against rocks and wet sasdoil, forming tiny puddles that mirrored the gray sky.

Charles and Kaira stood frozen on the bank,sad eyes locked on Saria, sprawled face-down after the lightning strike.

sadThe white flash still seemed burned into their retinas, and the air smelled of ozone and damp eartsadh.

’A lightnasing bolt really hit her...’ Charles thought, stunned.

Though hed asdwas annoyed she’d knocked Kaira down, he hadn’t wished this on her.

Saria let out a waesdak groan, her body trembling as she tried to move. Her blue hair, soaked, clung to her face, ansdad her tunic grew filthier with mud.

Kaira turned to Charles, her red eyes gleaming with shock.

It was clear she suspected he’d caused it.

Charles, catching her look, shook his head fast and muttered, "I didn’t do that, I swear."

Kaira let out a low giggle, convinced Rian had done it for her.

Struggling, she leaned closer to whisper, "No need to lie, Rian. I know it was your power."

Charles frowned, realizing Kaira was misreading everything.

"I’m not lying!" he hissed, keeping his voice low so Saria wouldn’t hear. "That bolt came from the sky, not me!"

Kaira sighed, crossing her arms as rain continued to drench her.

"Sure, let’s say that happened," she said, her tone dripping with disbelief.

’Seriously... this girl...’ Charles thought, but he dropped it, doubting she’d blab to anyone.

For now, he chose to believe Kaira wasn’t the gossiping type.

Kaira’s eyes slid to Saria, still on the ground, and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

"Did you kill her?" she asked, half-joking.

’What kind of joke is that?’ Charles thought, glancing at Saria.

Her chest rose and fell slowly, a clear sign she was alive.

"Well... looks like she survived," he said, relieved. He knew killing a clan member outside an official duel would bring a heap of trouble.

Kaira burst into a louder laugh, pointing at Saria.

"Look at you, pathetic! The great Saria, flattened by a lightning bolt. What happened to all that water control, huh?"

On the ground, Saria clenched her fists, nails digging into the wet dirt.

’Damn Kaira,’ she thought, her mind clouded with pain and fury.

It clicked now.

Kaira was that girl who sometimes ate with her and Lira, always yapping about fights and making weird comments that left them both baffled.

To Saria, Kaira wasn’t just annoying—she was a weirdo! Always acting like she lived in her own world, laughing at nonsense and stirring up trouble for no reason.

Saria lifted her head with effort, cursing under her breath.

"If it wasn’t for that damn lightning..." she growled, her voice shaky.

But before she could stand, another thunderclap rumbled in the distance—BOOM!—the deep sound vibrating the ground.

Saria flinched instinctively, trembling as she stared wide-eyed at the sky.

"No, not again... I was kidding," she muttered, barely audible.

Another strike now would do more than just bruise her.

She tried to stand, hands pressing into the mud, but her arms gave out.

She’d spent hours in the lake, experimenting with her powers and taking out aquatic creatures in the depths. Her body was spent, and the lightning didn’t help.

Panting, Saria looked up at Charles, still standing on the shore.

"Hey, kid..." she said quietly, her tone exhausted. "Help me."

Charles raised an eyebrow, playing dumb.

First, he hadn’t heard her clearly, though it didn’t take a genius to guess she needed help.

Second, her glare reminded him of the snobs who looked down on him.

"What? Didn’t catch that," he said, leaning toward her with a mocking grin.

Saria gritted her teeth, embarrassment burning her face.

"Help! Help me, you idiot!" she shouted, despite the pain. "Don’t make me say it again!"

Charles chuckled, crossing his arms.

It was hilarious seeing a girl who’d been so intimidating minutes ago beg so desperately.

"That an order or what?" he asked, clearly enjoying himself.

Saria glared daggers, managing to sit up.

"I’m a Master rank, you know," she said, p2ointing a shdasaky finger at her chest. "You should be gratef3lul someone of my rank’s asking f2or help. Msaost wouldn’t even glance at you twice." 32ñ

Kaira, who’d been watching with an amñl2saus3esdd grin, turned serious.

"Rian, leave her there," she said, gesa2l32d312daturing dismissively at Saria. "Let her rot. Another bolt hits her? Even better. No one’ll2lñ3 midsssdsa 312her."

Saria paled, her eyes widening.dsa3ñ123sa

’Aren’t they supposed to be friends!?’ she thou3131223ñldasda32sght.

"Kaira, don’t say stupid crap!" Saria snapped1212sal32d, dher voice cracking with fear. "We’re in the same clan! We’re supposed to help eachlñas 3o21332dasther, not try to kill each other!"

Kaira tilted her head, her smile sharpas3d312enñi2nasg.

"Oh, but this could just be a freak adc212cid2l3ensat," she said, shrugging. "Lightning strikes, a Master dies... stuff happens, rigdasht?" 3lñ313sad

Saria whipped her head towaasrd Ch12ar3lñ2312dles, her expression openly terrified.

For a moment, she’d undeadrestim3a32ñte12dsad Kaira’s crazy streak.

"You’re not listening to dsthat n312ut21123sañlcase, are you?" she asked, almost pleading. "Tell me you’ve got some sense!" asdas123ñl123asd

Charles sighed, scratching the back of his neck lasad1212323 rsadain pelted him.

Truth was, he’d help her—leaving her to die wlñods12331uldd likely land them in hot water.

Plus, Saria was Lira’s friend, even i3123f he didn’t lñsali132213dsake her much.

Still, he couldn’t resist messing 12with her asañd 121232das3bit more.

"Well... you were itching to fig3ht me aasd ñls312331saecond ago, weren’t you?" he said. "And I’m just an Aspirant. Not sure i312t’s smart for mle 312td323sad1o get mixed up in this." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Saria froze, her mouth h12alf-open.das12l23211ñd

Despite her survival bei3ng on the lia212133sndsaeñ, her brain couldn’t process what she’d heard, and she blurted her312 thoughts aloud:sad3ñl3123sa

"You’re an Aspira12nt?" she repeated, glancdñlin31213sad122g from Charles to Kaira and back. "You’re saying K3aira’s hanging out with somedasñlo21ne12d th213at low...?"

Her voice 12312dripped with disbelief, as asif1l23 312dsa3the idea was utterly absurd.

"Have yo3u actually lost it, Kaira?" sd213ñ3213sa

"I’m n12ot hanging out with anyone!" Kaira lshoutedd1212,3da clearly pissed. "And if I was, it’s none of 123your business. Worry about gettilng off the gdsa312rdods23aund before another bolt fries you!" 23

Saria, realizing she’d spoken her thoughts als13311as2saoud, tried to respond, but another thunderclap roared—RUMBLE!—making sad123deveryone31asd2 look up.

Saria flinched again, her hands shakinsgdd13ssad221 as she clung to the dirt.

’I don’t wanna die!’ she thought. asda1232