Absolute Cheater

Chapter 55 Second Class

Asher's day ended with a sense of fulfillment, though his mind was far from at rest. The structured chaos of the World Academy had a way of challenging even its most talented students. For him, it was less about the workload and more about the constant presence of individuals like Freya, whose persistence and playful demeanor tested his patience.

The following morning arrived briskly, sunlight streaming through the large windows of his dorm. Asher stretched, his crimson eyes reflecting the golden hue of dawn. He dressed in the academy's signature uniform, his movements methodical as he prepared for another day.

Before long, a familiar knock came at his door. He sighed, already knowing who it was.

"Asher! Ready for another day of glorious education?" Freya's cheerful voice called out.

He opened the door, his expression as stoic as ever. "You're too early."

Freya grinned. "A proper leader should be punctual, right? Besides, you love my company."

He gave her a flat stare. "You're delusional."

"Yet here I am," she said with a smirk, falling into step beside him as they walked toward the main academy building.

The first class of the day was Tactics and Strategy, a critical subject for those aspiring to lead in battles or larger conflicts. The room was arranged like a war council chamber, with circular tables and an interactive projection system that displayed maps, battlefields, and troop movements.

Their instructor, General Lorian, was a retired commander who had led numerous campaigns against Invaders. His presence was commanding, his sharp gaze enough to silence any chatter.

"War is not won by strength alone," Lorian began, his voice gravelly. "It is won by outthinking your enemy, by exploiting weaknesses, and by turning disadvantages into advantages."

Asher found himself intrigued. Strategy appealed to his logical mind, and he listened intently as the general introduced a scenario: a small force tasked with defending a critical supply line against a much larger enemy.

"Magnus," Lorian called out, gesturing toward the board. "You're in charge of the defenders. How do you handle this?"

Asher stood, studying the map for a moment. "I'd establish chokepoints along the supply route," he began. "Force the enemy into narrow paths where their numbers are less effective. Use traps and ranged attacks to weaken them before engaging in direct combat."

Lorian nodded, clearly impressed. "And what if the enemy adapts and flanks your position?"

"I'd position reserves in hidden locations," Asher replied. "If they split their forces to flank, the reserves could intercept or delay them, buying time for the main defense to regroup."

The general's approval was evident. "Good. Always plan for contingencies. That mindset will serve you well."

Freya, seated nearby, gave Asher a thumbs-up, her expression playful. "Looks like someone's gunning for top strategist."

Asher ignored her, though the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.

The day continued with more classes, each demanding in its own way. By the time lunch arrived, Asher found a rare moment of solitude under a sprawling oak tree in the academy courtyard. The sounds of students chatting and laughing filled the air, but he remained focused on a book he'd borrowed from the library—a treatise on mana stabilization.

Naturally, Freya found him.

"Skipping the cafeteria again?" she asked, plopping down beside him without waiting for an invitation.

"I prefer quiet," he replied, not looking up.

"Your definition of quiet is boring," she teased. "You're always so serious. Don't you ever just... relax?"

Asher closed the book and looked at her. "Why are you so intent on bothering me?"

"Because it's fun," she said with a grin. "And because I know there's more to you than this stoic act."

He arched an eyebrow but said nothing, reopening his book.

The afternoon brought Combat Techniques, a hands-on class held in the academy's expansive training grounds. Students sparred under the watchful eyes of instructors, testing their abilities in real combat scenarios.

Freya and Asher were paired together, much to her delight and his annoyance.

"You've been dying to fight me, haven't you?" she said, summoning her flame-coated daggers.

Asher summoned his crimson blades, their sharp edges glinting menacingly. "If it means you'll stop talking, then yes."

Their duel drew a crowd, as both were known for their skill. Freya's agility and unpredictable fighting style contrasted sharply with Asher's calculated precision. She darted around him, her daggers leaving trails of fire, while he blocked and countered with ease, his movements fluid and efficient.

"You're holding back," she accused, her voice tinged with frustration.

"So are you," he retorted.

Freya grinned. "Alright, then. No more games."

She unleashed a flurry of attacks, her flames intensifying as she moved with blinding speed. Asher met her strikes with calm determination, his blades glowing with a faint, ominous light. The clash of their weapons echoed across the training grounds, sparks flying with each collision.

In the end, Asher disarmed her with a swift maneuver, his blade stopping mere inches from her neck.

"Yield," he said, his voice even.

Freya raised her hands in mock surrender, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Fine. You win this time, Magnus."

Though, Asher didn't liked the outcome as Freya main ability is World Tree though he knew class was about using weapons so he didn't said much, and just nodded simply.

The watching students erupted into applause, impressed by the display of skill.

As the day wound down, Asher returned to his dorm, his mind buzzing with everything he'd learned and experienced. Though he wouldn't admit it, the academy was beginning to feel less like a challenge to conquer and more like a place where he could truly grow.

Freya's persistent teasing might have been a nuisance, but even she added a layer of unpredictability to his otherwise structured life. For now, though, he relished the quiet of his room, preparing himself for whatever tomorrow would bring.

The next morning came quickly, and with it, a renewed energy in the academy halls. Today was one of the most anticipated days for the students: Practical Trials Day. The academy scheduled these trials periodically to assess the students' growth in real-time scenarios, often pitting them against unpredictable challenges.

Asher woke early, feeling the weight of expectation. He went through his morning routine efficiently, mentally preparing for whatever the academy had planned. Practical trials were never straightforward, and the instructors loved throwing curveballs to keep the students on their toes.

By the time he reached the briefing hall, the room was abuzz with chatter. Students speculated on what kind of trial awaited them—would it be a solo challenge? Team-based? Combat-focused?

Freya was already waiting for him, leaning casually against the wall. "Took you long enough," she said with a grin. "You're usually the first one here."

"I had better things to do than rush," he replied flatly.

Her grin widened. "Sure you did. So, what do you think today's trial will be? Another dungeon simulation? Maybe a survival challenge?"

Before Asher could respond, the sharp sound of a bell silenced the room. Instructor Reynold entered, his imposing presence commanding instant attention. Behind him, a massive projection appeared, displaying a forested area teeming with life—and danger.

"Today's trial is called The Hunt," Reynold announced. "You'll be split into teams and sent into the Wildshade Forest, a biome specially constructed by our dungeon simulators. Your objective is simple: retrieve as many core shards as you can. These shards are hidden throughout the forest, guarded by creatures both mundane and magical."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The Wildshade Forest was infamous for its unpredictable terrain and its challenges, often requiring a blend of combat prowess, teamwork, and strategy to navigate successfully.

Reynold continued, his gaze sweeping over the students. "The forest is divided into zones, each increasing in difficulty as you go deeper. The shards are more abundant—and more valuable—the further you venture. But be warned: the creatures in those zones will not hold back. Injuries are likely, and you may even face simulated death. Push yourself, but remember, recklessness will get you nowhere."

Freya nudged Asher. "Sounds like fun. Bet we'll end up on the same team."

Asher gave her a sidelong glance. "Let's hope not."

The students were quickly divided into teams. Asher found himself assigned to a group of five, including Freya. Much to his chagrin, she seemed genuinely delighted by the arrangement.

"Our leader's here, boys!" she declared, slapping Asher on the back.

The other team members were a mixed bunch:

Caden, a brawny earth manipulator known for his blunt demeanor and raw strength.

Liora, a sharp-eyed archer whose precision was rivaled only by her quick thinking.

Kai, a quiet but resourceful illusionist who often stayed in the backgrounds

Freya, who needed no introduction, her flame-coated daggers already spinning in her hands as she grinned with unrestrained enthusiasm. Leaving aside her World Tree ability, he many times felt as if she likes flames more as she even as Flame Hound Daggers of Legendary grades , these special daggers come with Crimson Hell Flame ruler ability, allowing her to control flames as much as she wants.

Freya just smiled knowing what he is thinking but didn't corrected him as she has her own circumstances.