"Name: Aziel Frost"
"Level: 1"
"Exp: 0/100"
"Title: Son of Death"
"Class: Anomaly"
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"Abilities - Skill Creation
L Create any skill possible within user capabilities
L User can unlock +1 skill slot whenever he levels up"
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"Total skills: 0/1"
"Skills"
• NONE
"Stats"
L STR: F "□□□□□"
L MP: F "□□□□□"
L DEF: F- "□□□□□"
L AGI: F "□□□□□"
L CHARM: D+ "□□□□□"
L INT: D "□□□□□"
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"SYSTEM SHOP [Unlocked]"
L Complete three quests in order to unlock system shop
L Quests: None
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'Is this... real?'
Aziel couldn't believe his eyes. He had expected that Zephyr would get his system right before he entered his class.
But that wasn't what surprised Aziel the most.
Apparently, the system Zephyr received held the title 'Apostle of Death God' if his memories were accurate.
But his own title was 'Son of Death.'
It didn't make any sense.
He couldn't figure out anything.
'What is the difference between Apostle of Death God and Son of Death?'
The question lingered in his mind.
For the moment, he kept his thoughts aside and focused on the screen again.
"Skill Creation... huh?"
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L Enter Skill name
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Aziel pondered for a while and entered the name and details of the skill he needed the most at the moment.
"Creating"
"Initializing"
"Skill creation successful"
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"Total skills: 1/1"
"Skills"
• Intuitive Intellect:
The ability to know, understand, or do something without the need of studying or previous experience as long as it does not violate the laws of nature.
"Time" - 40 minutes
"Cooldown" - 480 minutes
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"All right... today's classes will go without distractions."
'But how do I close it?'
"System... Shut down."
No, that's not how they do it in novels.
"System... Dissipate."
The blue holographic screen suddenly dematerialized, and then Aziel glanced towards Zephyr.
Zephyr seemed lost in his own world as he hovered his fingers across nothing, at least what it seemed to others.
Aziel knew it, but he decided to ask anyway.
"Zephyr... what are you doing? It looks weird."
Zephyr snapped his head towards Aziel, face beet red due to embarrassment.
"N-Nothing, but you tell me first, why were you murmuring to yourself and dancing your hands like crazy?"
Zephyr flipped the tables.
"Ah-It was n-nothing, really, haha."
"Hahaha."
"Hahahaha."
They both laughed in unison. Without any further interrogation, they walked to their respective class.
...
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"I am saying this the last time, you have to do it."
"No, you will be the one doing it."
"It seems like you are looking for a fight?"
"So what if I am?"
Currently, the Frost brothers were fighting.
Where?
Right now, they stood just outside their classroom. Luckily, the entrance door was shut, so there was no one to hear the commotion.
But in the first place, why were they even fighting?
The reason?
It was basically too lame.
They were fighting to decide who would be the one playing a cool entrance song from behind while the other entered the room.
After what seemed like a long commotion, finally it was decided.
Both of them would enter the room together. After all, both were equally stubborn.
They also fortified the idea of music.
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Creak...
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Opening the entrance gate, Zephyr entered the room accompanied by Aziel.
All the students present in the class turned their gaze towards Zephyr.
The gazes seemed to be a mix of curiosity and envy.
After all, Zephyr Frost was the top-ranked student of their class and eighth-ranked student of the whole year.
Soon after their eyes, all of them fell on Aziel as if evaluating him, but they quickly withdrew their gaze.
Recognizing him as the weakest.
The person following Zephyr, named Aziel Frost, was the last-ranked student of their whole year.
The gazes were those of disgust and frustration.
The reason?
Just that Zephyr was the top-ranked student, so basically the privileges and advantages given to Zephyr as a top-ranked student would also be shared by Aziel due to their brother bond.
At least some of them.
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Of course, Aziel already knew before coming here that it would be like this, so he internally shrugged it off.
Ignoring everyone, he climbed upstairs before taking a seat among the last rows.
Before entering the class, he activated his newly created skill 'Intuitive Intellect.' So it was obvious that the seating in this academy was based upon rankings, powers, and status.
It wasn't like Aziel didn't belong to a higher status.
In fact, he was considered nobelity, even among the higher classes.
The Frost Clan.
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One of the crest clans on the continent, also known for their specialty in wind affinity.
It had produced many talented mages of wind affinity for generations.
Also one of the clans, which played a pivotal role in the 'Doomspire Conflict', millennia ago.
But Aziel knew that ranking overpowered status.
As Aziel settled down on the empty long table, the classroom door opened again.
And in tandem, three beautiful girls entered, their charms unmatched.
Two of them belonged to crest clans ranked just below the Frost Clan.
And one belonged to the Imperial clan.
The clan which held supreme authority over crest clans and other lower-ranked clans.
Aziel knew each of them.
Why?
Not because of his skill, but because all three of them were part of the main cast as heroines.
Basically Zephyr's own harem.
Starting from the front, with dark purple hair that cascaded down her back and amethyst eyes, she elegantly walked towards the first table.
She was Seraphina Luminara, daughter and heir of the Luminary clan.
The girl behind her was just as beautiful.
She had flowing silver hair that reached past her back, shimmering with a hint of blue, perfectly complementing her cyan eyes.
Lyra Astral, also the daughter and heir of the Astral clan.
Moving on to the last girl, she was also the one with the most stares.
Because of her status and power.
Alisa Vortex, the daughter of the Vortex clan [the Imperial clan], so she was basically a princess.
With long blonde hair that cascaded down her back and crimson eyes, she walked towards the front.
All girls were the same age as Aziel, sixteen years.
As the beauties walked towards their respective seats, everyone gazed at them.
Their gazes filled with lust, envy, and jealousy.
Soon, they seated themselves accordingly.
Now the seating order seemed like this:
Zephyr, Alisa, Lyra, Seraphina, and so on till Aziel.
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As those three settled down, another figure came into Aziel's peripheral view.
It was someone he knew?
But only he....
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