My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!-Chapter 15: Registering In The Organisation As A New Student [3]: Rejected

Asher took a deep breath. He steadied himself on the ground as the red screen flickered before him, occasionally emitting red sparks. His body still ached from Celestia's strike, but something was different.

He felt lighter than usual, not like when he first realized he was in a different body, but something else entirely.

Like when one just relieved themselves coupled with the feeling of cool liquid on the skin.

All the screens before him closed, and a new one reopened, but this time, it was the regular translucent blue.

[Status Updated]

[Processing New Attributes...]

Another panel materialized beside the screen, with the text glowing faintly.

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[Player: Asher Morgan]

Class: Necromancer (Advanced)

Subclass: Lord of Draconic Souls (Locked)

Rank: Mythical

Level: 15 → 20 (Level Up)

Strength: 36 → 55

Dexterity: 40 → 58

Endurance: 32 → 50

Mana: 1200 → 1800

Perception: 45 → 60

New Passive Ability: [Sovereign Instincts] (Status: Locked)

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Asher's brows furrowed as he processed the information. His stats had increased by nearly tenfold, without using any abilities or completing a task like in most games.

The sheer boost alone made him feel completely different.

In Exoarcane, the game he usually played, new players had to complete tasks and level up, which was similar to the world he found himself in now.

A game-like world where even humans had the opportunity to awaken with classes and, in special cases, evolve into other races—Demi-humans.

However, most Demi-humans were born that way, the result of a relationship between a human and an otherworldly race.

Half-demons, angels, orcs, elves, blood and hellhounds, and even beasts that had evolved to the point where they could assume human form.

And then, those races would find mates in humans and give birth to a mixed race.... demi humans, or hybrid in special cases.

So, there were two types of Demi-humans: Natural-borns and Awakeners.

But from what Asher had seen so far, this world seemed like a normal one. Where if someone died, it was final, unlike games where second chances existed.

Unless, of course, there were abilities that could counter that.

Even so, leveling and evolving in this game-like world felt different.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, testing his strength. The pain in his body had faded quicker than expected, and his breathing was normal.

"What the hell..." he mumbled under his breath. He was still digesting the fact that he was in a world where magic existed.....now this.

He was glad, but also somewhat annoyed.

Because, as he always said: "More power and riches bring more responsibilities."

He would rather have money than power.

Celestia tilted her head at him, her smirk didn't falter, though she was very annoyed. He had broken her sword, and it wasn't just any sword.

Thousands of pearls had been melted and carved into the weapon, infused with a pool of mana accumulated over three years.

Years she devoted to training and mediating to gathering that much mana, and he destroyed it.

She clenched her fists, but smirked"Did the blow do so much damage that you can't move from your spot? Huh, Necromancer?"

Asher simply exhaled. He had no idea what had just happened, but that didn't mean he wouldn't make use of his power.

And he wasn't about to show any weakness.

"You hit like a truck, I'll give you that," he said, rolling his shoulders. "But for a lady, your strength is no more than that of a bunny patting me."

His words struck a nerve, just as he intended.

He felt the aura around him shift and became more aware of it when the golden energy surrounding her flared like a flames, and he couldn't deny...it was beautiful.

Alden, who noticed the change, gestured at Yumiko. She raised her hand. She created a white ball of energy that floated above her palm, waiting for the right moment.

Sinnett, too, noticed the shift. When his gaze met Asher's, he let out a quiet chuckle.

'Kid doesn't even realize what's going on beyond his normal sight,' he thought, taking another step back just in case.

Celestia chuckled softly. "Flattering. But you're still in one piece. That means I need to try harder... and your resistance is starting to annoy me."

She mumbled the last part under her breath, but loud enough for Alden and the paladins to hear.

Because they all shifted their gazes to Asher's body....right below the belt, and there was not even a tent.

Without thinking twice, Celestia ripped her skirt. She tore off the part that covered her upper thigh, barely leaving anything to the eyes.

Yet, her efforts proved futile, as Asher was busy clenching and unclenching his fists, he completely ignored her

In his other hand was her sword's hilt, with an irregularly shaped blade that hadn't shattered along with the other parts.

Annoyed, She charged at him again, this time faster than before, so fast that a few of the Paladins couldn't keep up with her movements. .

But to Asher, she was... slower.

His eyes widened when his body reacted instinctively, moving before he could think. .

He shifted to the side at the last second and her golden mana-coated fist barely grazed his cheek.

Without hesitation, he raised his leg to kick her, but she used that moment and pushed herself upward with his leg, and dodged...

However, before she landed, Asher moved, without waiting to regain his stance. He closed the distance, shocking himself as well, at how fast he was.

He saw her eyes widen when he raised his fist, and she realized she couldn't dodge.

But he didn't hesitate. He slammed his palm into her stomach with enough force to send her flying into the wall behind her, despite being close to it.

Gasps erupted from the Paladins watching, and even Alden was surprised.

Asher didn't stop there. As Celestia raised herself back up, Asher moved again, now appearing just a foot away from her, and her sword was against her jaw.

She blinked once, felt goosebumps rise on her skin, then grinned. "Fool!" she yelled and lunged at his face with her coated fist again.

Unfortunately for her, Asher flipped her sword and slammed it into her chest, knocked her unconscious almost immediately.

The force caused her breathing to pause unexpectedly.

Simply put, he took her breath away.

Alden's expression turned grim, his gaze darkening when he noticed Celestia wasn't moving at all. He even got Yumiko prepared to heal Asher, not her.

He heaved a low sigh and gave Yumiko a silent go-ahead with a nod. She bowed before crouching by Celestia's side.

The Paladins murmured amongst themselves, unable to deny what they had just witnessed.

The weak Necromancer had bested one of their best and even knocked her unconscious with her own weapon.

A weapon forged for her use alone, meant to follow her commands—yet when he wielded it, the energy that had once emanated from it was completely overwhelmed by his and vanished.

Sinnett raised a brow as he stared at Asher. "Well, that's new."

Asher ignored him too. He felt the cool sensation in his body, from his enhanced reflexes to the energy that flowed through him like blood.

Yet, he couldn't understand how his body had moved before his mind even registered it.

A passive skill? he wondered, and the red screen appeared.

[Passive Ability Unlocked: Sovereign Instincts (Locked)]

It was still locked, so it had to be something else.

Asher took a step back to adjust his posture. He still wasn't fully used to his upgraded body, but damn, if it didn't feel good.

Just the fact that he was faster got him excited.

Alden finally spoke. "That's... unexpected."

Celestia sighed dramatically as she sat up. She shoved Yumiko away from her and rubbed her wrist.

Idiot Necromancer kid almost killed me with that hit, she thought but smiled warmly. "I was just getting warmed up."

Alden ignored her, his gaze locked onto Asher. "Your performance was... unexpected."

Asher shrugged. "I know."

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Alden narrowed his eyes. "You did well, but we, unfortunately, cannot accept you."

Murmurs erupted from the Paladins again, some in disbelief, others reluctantly accepting. A few were even somewhat upset.

Celestia smirked, pushing herself to her feet. "Not bad, Necromancer," she uttered.

Alden's gaze remained firm. "Your Necromancer class remains a threat. You are automatically an enemy, and we may be forced to take care of you when your abilities become too dangerous, or you go rogue."

Asher exhaled, sliding his hands into his pockets before turning around to leave.

It wasn't that they couldn't accept him, it was obvious they didn't want him because they couldn't contain his abilities. If he joined them, they would be far behind.

And what Alden feared most was a kid with no experience besting him, something he wouldn't be alive to witness.

Especially if that kid was a useless Necromancer.