Absolute Cheater

Chapter 103 New Competition

"Probably a lot of swordsmen," she added thoughtfully. "Now that word's out that climbing with just a single weapon seems to yield better rewards, they're going to flock to it."

Asher nodded, his expression calm, though his thoughts were more amused. Let them try, he thought to himself. They won't find the Soul Ascension potion or anything remotely similar—that was a one-time reward for the first to clear the challenge.

Still, he kept those thoughts to himself, offering only a small, nonchalant smile as they continued walking. "I hope they do," he said aloud, his tone light and unbothered.

Freya glanced at him, her green eyes sharp with curiosity, but she didn't press. Instead, the two made their way toward the academy cafeteria, where the usual chatter and clatter of student life would hopefully drown out the endless talk about leaderboards and towers.

Over the next few months, as Freya had predicted, new names began to climb the leaderboard in the World Academy's Tower rankings. Despite the surge of challengers, Asher remained unmatched at the top, having cleared up to the 200th floor. Most others faltered around the 100th floor, leading to speculation among students and faculty alike about whether Asher was truly playing fair or if he had some hidden knowledge about Auras or other advanced techniques.

Adding to the buzz, a new resource became the talk of the academy—Ascension Potions. These potions were discovered within the tower and came in many varieties: Magic Ascension, Sword Aura, Spear Aura, Bow Aura, Summoner Magic Aura, and more. Their existence not only enhanced the reputation of the academy but also brought worldwide attention. Scholars began to refer to the potions as one of the most revolutionary finds in recent history, and Asher, who had first discovered them, gained even greater fame. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

Asher's contributions earned him more merit points within his family, solidifying his standing as a prodigy. Meanwhile, the academy saw an influx of new students, drawn by the lure of the Ascension Potions. Alchemists, magic crafters, and researchers from across the world flocked to Academy, from other continents too, desperate to study these potions and unlock their secrets. Although they made some progress, replicating the potions' effects remained elusive. Still, there was a growing belief that the recipe would one day spark a new era of magical and technological advancement.

The phenomenon didn't just affect the academy—it reshaped global dynamics. Students from other prestigious academies, including those for elves, beastkin, and other races, who had sought refuge on Volarisa after their own Worlds were ravaged, now began enrolling at the World Academy. They hoped to benefit from the Ascension Potions and the unique opportunities they provided.

The academy, once again, became the focal point of the world's attention, its reputation as a haven of innovation and power cemented. Asher, whether he liked it or not, stood at the center of this storm.

The academy thrived under its newfound spotlight, but the constant attention on Asher was both a blessing and a burden. His every move was scrutinized, and rumors about his abilities and secrets spread like wildfire. Whispers about how he might have discovered the Ascension Potions in the tower added an air of mystery to his name. Some students idolized him, while others grew envious, believing his achievements were unattainable.

Asher, however, maintained his focus. He spent his days alternating between intense training and careful research. The influx of new resources into the academy provided opportunities to strengthen himself further, but it also introduced new challenges. Rivalries brewed as students from other races brought their unique abilities, pushing the competition to greater heights.

Freya, always at his side, observed the shifts in the academy dynamics with a mix of amusement and concern. "You know, it's only a matter of time before someone tries to challenge you publicly," she said one day as they walked through the bustling campus.

"Let them," Asher replied calmly, his eyes scanning the leaderboards displayed on a massive holo-screen in the courtyard. "They'll either prove themselves worthy or learn the gap they need to close."

Freya smirked. "Ever the confident one, aren't you? But I think you might actually enjoy the competition."

Asher shrugged. "The competition is inevitable. If it pushes everyone to grow, then it's a good thing. But they should know—this isn't about just reaching the top. It's about staying there."

The Directors also saw the brewing tension as they gathered for another meeting.

The directors convened for another meeting, the atmosphere heavy with brewing tension.

"Ha, in just a decade, we've had two such meetings. We should have dismissed Magnus when we had the chance," grumbled an old man, his voice filled with irritation.

Another director sneered. "You're just bitter that your grandson couldn't measure up, even as a supposed prodigy in swordsmanship."

The old man bristled as another chimed in mockingly, "Not even close. Your grandson couldn't even reach Asher's rankings despite all the praise about being a sword prodigy."

"He's not even in the same league as Magnus," added another, shaking their head.

"Prodigy?" someone scoffed. "He's just relying on the family's Sword Saint ability. That's like giving a kid a gunmaster's skill and calling them a prodigy in marksmanship."

Hearing the laughter ripple through the room, the old man clenched his fists under the table, fighting the urge to lash out. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he finally said through gritted teeth, "Fine. Let's just move on."

The others exchanged knowing smirks but refrained from pressing the matter further. The discussion shifted to more pressing academy matters, leaving the old man simmering in silence, his pride bruised.

"We need to address the constant fights," said Sherly, the beautiful blonde director of the Healing Department, her tone firm yet exasperated. "My medical facilities have been overwhelmed by injured students every day."

"How about implementing a challenge system?" suggested Myra, the Director of Security, her sharp eyes scanning the room.

"That could work," agreed Arnold, the head of the Artifacts Department, nodding thoughtfully.

Reynold, the head of Dungeon Affairs, chimed in with a hint of enthusiasm. "Then let's move forward with it. Not only will it help students rise in power, but the fights will be regulated, measured, and far safer as well."