Byleth spoke through clenched teeth, “Do you still consider yourself Rheasians?”Taio let out a cold grunt. “How are we not Rheasians? It’s best if you watch your words, Byleth!”Byleth’s eyes were almost popping out of his eye sockets from anger. His chest was heaving as he breathed heavily. If he had the ability, he would have already attacked and decapitated Eustace and his team!Dick could not refrain from stepping forward and berating loudly, “You’re obviously aware that Eustace is an enemy of Rheasia who has killed countless Rheasians. While you still refuse to join us to execute Eustace together, you still have the nerve to call yourselves Rheasians?”“This is absurd!” Caspian shouted aloud at once, “Whether we are Rheasians or not is not your decision to make, Dick, let alone the Insurgent Trifecta’s decision!”“The mission our superior assigned us is to harvest ambrosia and not become the fighters for the Insurgent Trifecta! You must learn how to differentiate your priori
It was only until after Zayn pushed Eustace into the ground with his slap, leaving only the top of his head exposed, that everyone at the scene recovered from their surprise. Frankly, these people were no ordinary people. The weakest amongst them was one step away from becoming a master fighter. These were the people who had experienced all sorts of upheavals, yet they had never seen someone as ferocious as Zayn attacking Eustace without a sound. Moreover, he managed to push Eustace to the ground with one slap. They had no choice but to acknowledge that the scene offered an intense visual impact!Eustace was stunned as well. He never expected that the Insurgent Trifecta would have such an extraordinary recruit who would attack him without a sign...No! It was a surprise attack. The Rheasians were despicable!“Argh!” He let out a raging roar. “How dare you sneak up on me, you despicable Rheasian?! I’m going to kill you!”Eustace was humiliated to be pushed to the ground by Zayn’s
Joe, Dick, and everyone else had the same reaction. Zayn was good—they would admit that much. However, he was better than they had already imagined him to be?A split second after he had given Eustace a roundhouse kick, Zayn joined the fight against the seven superior class fighters. It was one-versus-seven, yet terrifyingly, it was unlikely he would lose at all.The pressure of fighting seven superior class fighters all at once was still a tremendous burden—especially when two of them were fourth-tier superior class powerhouses whose powers matched his own. It was too hard, and perhaps even impossible to take such a risky fight. Whatever impasse Zayn incurred would be void soon enough, and it would end in his crippling defeat.It only took half a minute before it became evident just how disadvantaged he was.“That Rheasian man hasn’t attained the perfect class yet! He’s weakened for now—finish him!”“That Rheasian man hides a powerful potential within him! We cannot let him culti
The man looked about seventeen or eighteen. With an oddly youthful appearance like his, one would likely think that he was just a high schooler.The contrast could be grasped in his deep, piercing eyes. Sagacity—the type typically accumulated over one’s lifetime—seemed to undergird them, which clashed with the overall youthfulness his physical appearance seemed to portray.His long mane rested on his simple clothing, making him look like a man displaced by time. Standing on the pinnacle of the snow-capped mountain, however, made him look ethereal and almost fantasy-like.Standing right beside him was a figure in scarlet—Lysithea was still as ravishing as ever, carrying herself with poise and beauty that was capable of sending countries to war. Strangely, despite her arresting exterior, the young man still managed to attract more eyes than her.His remark caused Lysithea to raise a slight brow. “Correct. His name is Zayn Larson.”“Zayn Larson? Nice name,” the young man replied with
“Is this the power of the perfect class? Now that’s a terror to behold,” Zayn muttered under his breath. Instead of being frightened, however, the experience simply triggered his competitive and determined streak that laid dormant in the depths of his heart. He was going to achieve the perfect class—he would!However, that would not be enough. No, he wanted to ascend further, to climb higher. He wanted to attain the legendary, mystical state of Invincibilis, and become the paragon of human capabilities. What would the world look like if he were standing at the very top, towering above all else?Rumor had it that the Saint of Sicut In Caelo was one such person who stood on the apex of humanity. Zayn found himself wondering what kind of person—or perhaps, being—he really could be. No weapon in the world could put a dent in a demigod like that, could it? Besides a nuclear weapon of epic proportions, of course.Now that… would be true invincibility.Ezra dulled the glint in his eyes. G
The others were rightfully skeptical of Zayn’s seemingly self-aggrandizing claims, too. Even his staunchest backers—Joe and Byleth—thought his bluff was a little too overt. Sure, Zayn was powerful enough to represent the absolute peak of the superior class’s fourth tier, but against a renowned fighting pro and legend like Ezra Sword?Zayn was like a child next to him.Any mental battle these two could have would cause some form of damage to the weaker side! There was no way Zayn would come out of it unscathed and unharmed.Zayn could sense their incredulity and responded with a little smile. He was obviously not one to waste the time and effort to explain himself.Regardless of the group’s internal discussion, Zayn’s display of power had not gone unnoticed to the other factions and forces currently present on Mount Leo.Eustace and the Solians had been running for miles ever since they fled their fight against Zayn and Joe, until they ended up on another peak altogether. Finally c
It was not winter just yet. Being a southern metropolis, Waltz City rarely ever saw snow so heavy at such a time of the season. But it was a different world up in Mount Leo. The snow fluttered and danced with the grace of downy feathers. It was a testament to the beauty of nature’s whims and wishes.Zayn strolled down the mountain tracks slowly. Snowflakes fell onto his shoulders before leaping away as though an unseen force repelled them. Despite walking in the weather, he appeared clean and untainted. An outlier that simply stuck out.The Ambrosia Fruit would show itself in less than ten hours from now. Zayn took a nap in his wait, and woke up refreshed and well-adjusted. He was back to his most optimal state. Then, instead of waiting inside, he went for a walk.He passed quite a few superior class fighters on his stroll, yet none of them emitted an aura strong enough to put him on alert. It seemed that the only one who was strong enough to pose a threat to Zayn was only Ezra Sw
The universe’s fury terrified Zayn, whose current state of mind should have made that impossible. However, as he felt the rumbling, pounding thunder, and saw the cold, unflinching flashes of lighting tearing through the sky, he felt so tiny and hapless. It awakened a human’s most banal fear of nature. Any one of nature’s flaring tantrums could incinerate Zayn into a pile of ash and dust.Zayn had never seen a tempest so capricious. It was as if the universe had unleashed its wrath upon the mortals beneath it—that a fruit that could subvert the gods should have never existed. Within the span of a second, several lightning bolts snaked across the sky directly above Zayn’s head, followed by thundering rumbles that pummeled his eardrums so hard that he was convinced that he had gone deaf.Despite his strength and firmness, Zayn’s vision was blurring, and the world around him was vibrating. Fortunately, he had fast-enough reflexes to cup his hands over his ears before his eardrums gave ou