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"Name - Aziel Frost"
"Level - 1"
"Exp - 0/100"
"Title - Son of Death
"
"Class - Anomaly"
Abilities - Skill Creation
L Create any skill possible within user's capabilities
L User can unlock +1 skill slot whenever he levels up
"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 "□□□□□"
SYSTEM SHOP [Unlocked]
L Complete three quests in order to unlock the 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, "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 set his thoughts aside and focused on the screen again.
"Skill Creation... huh?"
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L Enter skill name
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 for 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, hovering his fingers over nothing—at least, that's what it seemed like to others.
Aziel knew it but decided to ask anyway.
"Zephyr... what are you doing? It looks weird."
Zephyr snapped his head towards Aziel, his face beet red from embarrassment.
"N-Nothing, but you tell me first, why were you murmuring to yourself and waving 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 questions, they walked to their respective class.
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"I'm saying this for the last time, you have to do it."
"No, you will be the one doing it."
"It seems like you're 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 no one could hear the commotion.
But why were they fighting in the first place?
The reason? It was basically too lame.
They were fighting to decide who would play a cool entrance song while the other entered the room.
After what seemed like a long commotion, it was finally decided.
Both of them would enter the room together. After all, both were equally stubborn.
They also gave up on the idea of the music.
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Creak...
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 were a mix of curiosity and envy. After all, Zephyr Frost was the top-ranked student in their class and the eighth-ranked student of the whole year.
Soon after, their eyes fell on Aziel as if evaluating him, but they quickly withdrew their gaze.
They recognized him as the weakest.
The person following Zephyr, named Aziel Frost, was the last-ranked student of the entire year.
The gazes were those of disgust and frustration.
The reason?
Just that Zephyr was the top-ranked student, so the privileges and advantages given to Zephyr as a top student would also be shared by Aziel due to their brotherly bond.
At least some of them.
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 and took 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 on rankings, powers, and status.
It wasn't like Aziel wasn't from an upper status.
In fact, he was upper class among the upper classes—The Frost Clan.
One of the crest clans on the continent, also known for their specialty in wind affinity.
It had produced many talented mages with wind affinity for generations.
But Aziel knew that ranking overpowered status.
As Aziel settled down at 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 that 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 cascading 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 cascading down her back and crimson eyes, she walked towards the front.
All the girls were the same age as Aziel, sixteen years old.
As the beauties walked to their respective seats, everyone gazed at them.
Their gazes were filled with lust, envy, and jealousy.
Soon, they seated themselves accordingly.
Now the seating order looked like this: Zephyr, Alisa, Lyra, Seraphina, and so on, until Aziel.
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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