"Hahaha, just a little trash. Let me prove my power for you!"
Bang!
"Tch. It's really irritating to deal with this cliché crap over and over." Hector frowned and clicked his tongue. He glanced at his opponent, who was lying motionless on the ground, then turned toward the referee.
But when he saw the referee's stiff, stupid expression, Hector only scowled and walked away.
"No way!"
"This is insane. How could he get that strong in such a short time?" a student grumbled.
Another nearby student spoke up.
"Maybe he hid his real power all this time, waiting for the right moment to reveal it."
"Damn it! He's just the scum of the world. There's no way he could reach that level."
…
"Obviously, he's using a demon's power! That's the only way he could become this strong so fast."
"That's right!"
"He's a demon worshipper!"
…
"BOO!"
"Asshole! You should feel ashamed for using such dirty tricks!"
Countless curses and insults echoed across the arena stands. Meanwhile, Hector simply clicked his tongue. Honestly, he didn't care what they said. Either way, they were just brain-dead.
"Or maybe the curse of the Nameless God affected them."
Ting!
[A curse has appeared. Do you want to receive it?]
[Name]: Fate of the Lazy One
[Rank]: ★★
[Description]: You constantly feel sleepy and develop lust whenever you see girls.
"Damn my luck." Hector sighed and quickly dismissed the system screen. There was no way he'd ever choose that curse.
Indeed, ever since he defeated Todd, he had not received any valuable curses or blessings from his opponents anymore.
However, he had finally put an end to the boredom after passing the academy exam. He no longer worried about being expelled.
Moreover, through fighting them, he had significantly improved his combat techniques.
He smiled as he summoned his status.
[Title]: The blasphemer of the god
[Name]: Hector Jenkins
[Age]: 17
[Mana Core Color]: Green
[Count mana cores]:2–[0/500]
[Innate Stats]
Mana core potential: Green
Strength: F+ →E
Agility:E→E+
Vitality: E
Charm: F-
Luck: G-
[Blessing]:[Divine Mimicry][Divine Transmutation][Swordcraft of Infinite Evolution][Shadow Stepwork][Brutal Martial Art]
[Curse]: [Blasphemer's Burden][ Blood of predator]
[Color Slot]:
"Not bad~~" He licked his lips in satisfaction, then nodded and dismissed the system screen.
The first move in this world had succeeded perfectly. He would not be expelled anymore, nor killed by the MC.
The academy's rules would protect him—for now.
But there was still one problem. From now on, everything became hard to predict.
And when he looked back at everything so far, beyond what he had handled in the exam, he frowned.
Surely, there were many enemies within the academy.
"First, I must get stronger… that's the only way I can handle them."
As for his next move, maybe he would continue clearing dungeons, increasing the number of his mana cores to boost his strength for the final exam of a first-year student.
The winners of the first-year final exam would receive a ticket to represent the academy in a competition held at the capital of the Hayden Kingdom, where the top ten geniuses would be chosen.
An event that only appeared once every hundred years—and only this time.
There was something he had to obtain at any cost: an artifact that could boost his mana core potential.
If he failed, his fate would be death, without question. No matter what, he had to steal it from the MC.
"It's good that I already have a plan in mind."
He stood up from the chair and glanced at the arena's resting room for a moment before leaving. He headed back to his secret place.
Well, he needed a safe place to avoid bullies and underlings of Alairc.
He knew him very well. A psychotic man with a twisted trait, who was always in shadow without doing anything until he wanted to.
Unlucky, Carl never faced him, thus, he did not have too much information and blessings from him when he read the novel.
Soon, he arrived at the academy's back park, lined with rows of rental rooms. But he quickly frowned when he spotted a familiar face waiting by a nearby tree.
Alaric and Zoe.
''Hello, trash.'' Zoe chuckled. She spoke in a mocking tone, still carrying a hint of irritation.
''Well, we wasted a bit of time finding you… You really are a master at running away.''
But before Zoe could say anything more, Alaric had already appeared in front of Hector. Moving at a speed empowered by four mana cores and blessings, he landed a brutal blow straight into Hector's abdomen.
Hector passed out instantly.
''Weakling.''
He spat, then kicked Hector as if he were nothing more than a ragged doll.
''To think I had to handle him myself—disgusting.''
He added, ''You should've stayed in your place like the useless trash you were, instead of trying to grow.''
Alaric glanced at Zoe coldly and said,
''Kill him and clean up the body. Don't let the academy find out. I don't want trouble with my brothers if this gets exposed… They're sly ones, always exploiting tiny things to strip me of my heir status.''
However, Alaric suddenly frowned as a man appeared.
''You should stop it.''
The middle-aged man, Brad, spoke, burn scars stretching across his face.
Alaric smirked. He felt no fear toward that man. After all, he was the son of a great Clan. No one dared to kill him.
''Why?''
He moved lightning-fast, closing in on Hector to finish him off.
''Tsk. Brats these days are so arrogant. That's why I hate the thought of marrying and birthing brats like you.''
A suppressive aura instantly locked onto Alaric, weighing him down.
''Red mana cores?… W-Who are you? Do you know you're facing the son of a great Clan?''
Just half a second later, Brad appeared beside Hector and slung him over his shoulder. He looked down at Alaric, who lay pinned under the mana suppression, like a cockroach crushed beneath a human's foot.
''Your eyes are full of killing intent. If you weren't the son of a great Clan, I'd have already smashed you into a puddle of blood.''
He glanced at Hector on his shoulder.
''From now on, this brat is the son of a great Clan—for ten days.''
***
Brat tossed Hector aside, using mana to wake him up.
Hatred and anger flashed in his eyes as he looked at Hector, though he barely let it show.
"Who are you?" Hector asked. He could already sense the hostility coming from the man.
Brad spat in disgust and said,
"Now you've forgotten me? Of course. You never kept anyone in your heart… not even your own mother."
Hector's frown deepened at those words, and a wave of sadness swept through his chest. Still, he remained silent—those feelings belonged to a child longing for his mother.
They were not his feelings, but his body's.
"Go home. Meet your mother… one last time."
Then Brad added in a cold voice,
"I'll make sure no one harms you—at least until your mother's wish is fulfilled."