Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 53: Built Different

[Name: Asher Wargrave

Age: Seventeen

Bloodline: The Wargrave Lineage

Physique: Absolute Physique

Titles: [Youngest Heir] [Tenth Sun] [Disgrace of the Wargrave] [Unique Body Holder]

Life Rank: Faintstar

Sub Life Rank: Radiant

Affinity: Lightning

Strength: 58 → 69

Agility: 59 → 70

Vitality: 58 → 59

Perception: 60 → 61]

Asher scanned his system with a smile on his face. Within a month, he had broken through another two minor Life Ranks. But he knew that when he made another breakthrough to the next major Life Rank; Kindlestar, his cultivation speed would significantly slow down.

His strength and agility had both increased by eleven points, while his perception and vitality increased only by a single point.

’Perception and vitality are really hard to increase,’ Asher thought to himself.

”It also seems like each minor rank adds five points to my strength and agility,’ Asher continued mentally. ’The extra one point comes from breaking the limit of my body. But isn’t one point a bit too little?’ Asher couldn’t help but complain silently.

He sighed and rose from his bed the next second. Lyra was already there with dinner. He wanted to just eat and get back to training.

The Wargrave’s True Awakening would be happening in five months, and he couldn’t afford to waste any time at all.

After eating, Asher climbed into his bed and dozed off. He had been pushed to his limits during the sparring session earlier, and he needed sleep before he could continue again.

Within these three weeks, Asher’s lightning control had shown tremendous results. He could now coat Virelass in lightning just like he did with himself. His lightning could now take various shapes.

This was one of the reasons he was eager to get into the monster subjugation training quickly, so he could test the results of his training from this past month.

The hours slipped by as Asher slept. He woke up by 1 a.m. in the morning and immediately resumed his training. He had five full hours of personal training before the main training session began at 7 a.m.

With Asher’s focused look, the sound of thunder echoed once in a while as he trained, his Astra control deepening.

Sweat clung to his skin once again, his muscles tightening as he honed his movements. Hours passed, and Asher prepared to head to the First Training Ground once more.

The drill went on, and soon evening started to arrive, bringing with it the time for monster subjugation.

”Your first time in the monster subjugation training... I wonder how the Tenth Sun will perform,” Ella spoke with amusement as she walked beside Asher.

Beside both of them were Hito and Tom, who walked with their hands in their pockets quietly. Walking through a corridor, they arrived at a space larger than the weapons training ground.

Trees rose and spiraled outwards, forming a dome-like shape. A man could be seen sitting mid air as if the air itself suspended him in place. Anthony looked around. He could see former trainees like him; all of them had qualified after the one month weapons training session.

Drake, the monster subjugation instructor, opened his eyes and turned to face them. ”It seems we have some new faces with us,” he spoke. His voice was calm, but neither firm nor authoritative. It was simply flat.

”I will explain what happens during this training. Just as the name implies, you are here to kill monsters. I won’t teach you or guide you. You are to learn through the art of battle and injuries. I will only interfere if any of you are about to die or receive serious injuries. Aside from that, expect nothing more from me,” Drake said flatly and lazily.

”You’re speechless, right?” Tom’s voice came from behind, sounding gentle in Asher’s ears.

Asher was indeed speechless. He had expected some form of instructions, but the instructor was throwing them straight into battle and letting them learn through pain.

It was certainly an effective method, but these were still kids. ”I shouldn’t use Earth’s standards for Crymora. People here are built differently,”

Asher reminded himself mentally that everyone here was a superhuman.

From within the trees, a man stepped out and bowed towards Instructor Drake. The man didn’t speak and just stood there as if he were awaiting instructions.

”Daniel. Whisper,” Drake’s voice came as he remained floating midair. The trainee named Daniel stepped forward when his name was called.

The man bowing behind Drake vanished. Within seconds, he reappeared, with a Whisper-ranked beast beside him.

Asher simply watched from the side, deep in thought. ’It seems names are called out, and then the rank of the beast is revealed.’

It didn’t seem like Daniel’s first rodeo as he moved backward, a bow in hand as he nocked arrows at the monster. The beast, a snake, slithered out of the way, easily dodging the arrow as it instantly rushed toward Daniel.

But Daniel didn’t panic. The arrow seemed to change trajectory mid air as it streaked back toward the snake once more. Its tail flickered with a sharp burst of sound and power, instantly shattering the arrow from behind.

As the snake reached Daniel, it launched itself, its mouth opening with a wicked hiss as its fangs extended outward, threatening to sink into Daniel’s neck.

Daniel’s body reacted instantly, moving in harmony with the balance and movement training taught in Elowen’s course. With a hard expression on his face and his muscles tensed, Daniel twisted out of the way.

His hand flashed backward as he grabbed an arrow from his quiver. Without hesitation, he lashed out.

The arrow sank into the snake’s eye. The sound of flesh tearing echoed, followed by a sharp hissing noise as the monster thrashed in pain and rage. But it was all useless. Daniel was already on one of the nearby trees, three arrows flying out in rapid succession.

With precise aim, the arrows connected with the snake’s head and its remaining eye, instantly killing it.

Daniel wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead before returning to his original position calmly. The man appeared once more, then vanished with the snake’s carcass, leaving no trace behind.