Absolute Cheater

Chapter 57 Demi-Plane

Ahead of him was a beautiful black-and-red coffin, massive in size, exuding an aura of ancient power. He tried to move closer, but his body felt paralyzed. Just as he gathered his strength to approach, the image shifted again, and he found himself standing directly before the coffin.

It was intricate and imposing, with runes glowing faintly along its edges. Asher's eyes were drawn to its center, where a translucent image of a woman lay sleeping within. She was stunningly beautiful, her dark hair cascading around her, and her closed eyes held an eerie calmness.

Without warning, her eyes snapped open. They were pitch-black with glowing purple irises, staring directly at him. The sheer intensity of her gaze caused his heart to stop for a moment, and a cold sweat ran down his back.

Before he could react further, the vision dissolved, and Asher found himself back in his dorm room, gasping for breath.

"What just happened?" he murmured, still shaken by the experience.

[The Dark Existence Demi Plane is now bound to you, Host.]

The system's calm voice only added to the surreal nature of what he had just experienced.

"Was that women the strongest existence there?" Asher asked after claming Down.

[Yes, host,] the system replied as Asher nodded.

"If I open it, I'll go there, right?" he asked.

[Correct, host,] the system confirmed.

Asher then opened his watch, typing in a leave application for a few days, just in case he decided to spend time in the demi-plane.

Just as he was about to close the watch, he sighed and mumbled to himself, "I'm going to regret this."

Without much thought, he typed out a message: "Come to my room." He sent it to Freya.

"Why am I even calling her?" he wondered aloud, staring at the sent message. He shrugged to himself. "It'll be good if I die there accidentally. At least no one will be around to nag me anymore," he muttered under his breath.

Knock, Knock.

"That fast?" he mumbled, standing up to open the door. "I just… hello—" he began but stopped mid-sentence, stunned to see a stunning woman standing at his door.

She had long, silky violet hair neatly tied back in a ponytail with a crimson band. Her face was delicately oval-shaped, exuding an air of elegance, and a pair of violet-framed glasses rested atop her sharp, discerning eyes. Her gaze was intense yet measured, giving off an aura of authority and confidence.

Her figure was strikingly curvaceous, with a well-proportioned, hourglass shape that was hard to ignore. Her crimson academy coat fit snugly, accentuating her form while still maintaining professionalism. She carried herself with grace and poise, her movements deliberate and commanding.

Asher quickly shook off his errant thoughts, mentally chastising himself and focusing on her face, determined not to appear distracted or inappropriate. "Keep it together," he thought to himself, maintaining a composed expression as she continued speaking.

"Mr. Asher Magnus, you submitted a leave application. May I ask why?" she said, her tone sharp and professional.

"It's just a few days' leave application. What's the big deal?" he replied, genuinely puzzled about why she'd come herself.

"Yes, if it were anyone else, I, the student director, wouldn't have had to come. But aside from being rank one, you are also a Magnus." Continue reading on empire

"The renowned troublemakers in our academy," she added pointedly, her expression unwavering. "So, tell me, what's the real reason behind this application?"

Asher sighed inwardly. He knew lying wouldn't work; she'd catch on easily. I really need some kind of emotion-blocking skill, he thought before responding. "I'm going on a dungeon dive," he said. Technically, a demi-plane was like a dungeon, so it wasn't entirely a lie.

The director studied him closely, then nodded. "Good. I suppose you find your classes too dull since you're clearly a step ahead of others. I'll grant it," she said at last.

"Thank you, Director…"

"Yulia Garcia. But I suppose you can call me Director Garcia," she replied.

Asher nodded. "Thank you, Director Garcia."

She turned and left, leaving Asher standing there, still a bit surprised by the sudden encounter.

"Who was that?" Freya's voice broke the silence, causing Asher to glance back at her.

"She's our director," Asher replied while still keeping his gaze on the director.

Freya looked at him, then toward where the director had left. Her mouth curled into a teasing smirk. "That's your type, huh? MILFs?" she asked with a sly grin.

Asher nearly choked on his breath. "W-what are you talking about?" he asked, his voice laced with indignation.

Freya leaned closer, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction. "I saw the way you were staring. Don't try to deny it-Saying, ' I was just seeing how strong she is' ."

"I wasn't staring like that," he retorted quickly, though his reddened ears betrayed his composure. Her teasing showed no signs of stopping.

Freya smirked again, placing a hand on her hip. "Guess I need to grow bigger if I want to attract your attention."

Asher glanced at her, exasperation evident on his face. "Even if you 'grow bigger,' I don't think you'd stop acting like a brat," he said flatly.

Freya's face turned red, and she glared at him. "You bastard!" she snapped, but her anger was short-lived as he waved her off.

"Enough. Now help me with this," Asher said, holding out his watch. "Type in a leave application for yourself."

Freya huffed but complied, typing in the request. "What dungeon is this for, anyway?" she asked while tapping away on her device.

"My personal dungeon," Asher replied, his tone casual as if it was no big deal.

Freya's eyes widened slightly in surprise before she nodded. Coming from supreme families, the concept of owning personal dungeons wasn't unheard of, though it was still a rarity. "Must be some crazy island your family granted you to train in, huh?" she teased.

Asher remained silent, not offering her any further explanation.

Ding!

Both their watches lit up with a notification. Freya glanced at it and then back at Asher.

"Our leave applications were approved," she announced with a smirk, tossing his watch back to him. "Looks like I'm tagging along."

"That's why I called you here" Asher replied.

Asher gestured ahead as a swirling portal of dark gray energy expanded, growing larger and stabilizing into an imposing gateway. The edges of the portal shimmered ominously, exuding a sense of power that made Freya raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

Without hesitation, Asher stepped through, with Freya following close behind. They found themselves inside a massive hall, its vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shift and writhe under the faint, flickering light of black flames.

Freya glanced around, her gaze captivated by the crimson carpet that stretched across the floor, flanked by dark stone pillars. "Whoa, don't tell me this is actually a castle? Is this the dungeon itself?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe.

"What's the theme here? Undead? Dark mages?" she added, shooting Asher a questioning look.

Asher opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, both of them froze, their bodies locking in place as an overwhelming pressure washed over them. Neither could move a muscle.

"The f-fuck?" Freya stammered, struggling against the unseen force pressing down on her. "This pressure—it's like gravity times ten!"

Asher clenched his jaw, his mind racing. "It's the rules of this place," he said through gritted teeth, feeling the oppressive weight increase with every passing second.

Freya's gaze darted toward the far end of the hall, her breath catching as she noticed a figure slowly rising from a massive, ornate throne. "Asher," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "what is that?"

The figure stepped forward, the pressure in the room intensifying as they moved. The air felt suffocating, as if the very space around them was bending under the presence of this being.

"It's the ruler of this realm," Asher said, his voice steady despite the tension. "Stay close. And don't do anything reckless."

Freya nodded, her usual cockiness replaced by a rare seriousness as she prepared herself for what was to come.

As the figure approached, they saw it was a woman—strikingly beautiful, with cascading raven-black hair and eyes that burned like molten rubies. Her form was wrapped in a sleek, black dress with a daring high slit that accentuated her elegance and lent her an aura of sultry confidence. The dim light of the hall seemed to caress her every movement, making her appear almost otherworldly.

"You better not let your perviness show here," Freya muttered, elbowing Asher in the ribs. Her tone was laced with suspicion, clearly teasing him about his earlier encounter with Director Garcia.

Asher resisted the urge to roll his eyes, letting out a slow breath. "For the last time, Freya, I'm not what you think I am," he said, his voice even but with a hint of exasperation.

Freya gave him a side-eye smirk. "Sure you're not, Milf magnet." She snickered, but the tension in her body betrayed that she, too, was unsettled by the approaching woman.