Ashley

Okay, so these new types of magic are… different. That's for sure.

I purse my lips while studying the opponent in front of me with my hands in my jacket pockets as said opponent writhes on the ground clutching at her throat. Simply because I put in a lot of mana and used a basic gluttony spell on her. Instantly starving her without any hesitation.

The poor girl's body even started to devour its own nutrients.

I grimace when the girl starts to eat her own hand out of hunger, at which point I walk over to her and step on her head to kill her. Popping her head like a watermelon in the process.

Only for my grimace to grow even deeper when her blood and other stuff end up coating my shoe. Not to mention the fact that I don't get a very useful skill from her through Assimilate.

Fortunately I have water magic. So I go ahead and clean off my shoe while her corpse vanishes, and the woman reappears outside of the arena.

Looking suitably traumatized no less.

I purse my lips for a second before shrugging and deciding that it's not really my problem. Then I nod my head at the rest of the enemy team. All still without taking my hands out of my pockets.

The rest of the teams ended up fighting rather quickly, so it took less than an hour and a half for the semi-final round to start. And the first round ended up with my using a pride spell to accidentally make the enemy I fought charge at me like a bull while spilling nonsense about how they'd never lose to an upstart girl like me.

Also something about them being a noble or a royal.

I can't really remember. It kind of went in one ear and out the other.

Especially when I stabbed my hand through his chest and ripped out his heart after feeling satisfied with the spell testing I conducted.

I look at the remaining three members of the enemy team to find them all thoroughly terrified of me, possibly even traumatized. Then I turn my gaze towards the audience watching, and I surprisingly find them excited.

Wasn't really expecting that, considering how gruesome that display must've been for them to watch.

Although they've probably seen worse in a lot of the Official System Events if they're watching this one.

Deaths are normal in them after all, including gruesome ones.

My eyes suddenly narrow when I notice a single section of each set of bleachers above us filled with just black and crimson colors. With tens if not hundreds of thousands of black and crimson banners held by people wearing black and crimson capes over random outfits.

Okay, not sure I like that.

All of the banners are filled with my name or with some sort of chant or cheer with my name on them. And all of the people in those sections of the bleachers are cheering like crazy, practically drowning out most of the rest of the stadium.

Chaos, your worshipers are devout, I'll give you that.

"Don't blame me for them," Chaos mutters. "I never set out to be worshipped. I just perched on a planet for a few millennia for a quick nap and when I woke up they were there, on the planet, worshiping me as some god. And that solidified even more after we made the System."

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Uh huh.

I ignore his comment about a 'few millennia long nap' as I look down at the other members of the enemy team. Some world called Vladema-whats-it.

Okay, to be honest, I forgot the name of the world. But it starts with Vladema-something. I know that at least.

Anyways, none of them are moving still. So I finally grow too bored to just wait and grab something from my storage.

A pair of headphones to be exact. Ones with my music built into them.

Then I go ahead and turn on the music, listening to some nice relaxing music with some rain sounds mixed in. Partially to block out those annoying cheers from the crowd, and partially because waiting for these opponents to pick up the bravery to step into the arena is wearing at my patience.

So I spend the next few minutes with my hands in my pockets sitting on a large broken pillar with my legs dangling over the ledge and headphones over my ears. Meanwhile the enemies discuss amongst themselves something I wouldn't be able to hear even if I didn't have my headphones on. What with there being a sound barrier around them to mute their planning from being heard.

I continue swinging my legs back and forth while quietly humming to my music and glancing over at the team with the nearly-level-capped-guy on it. Which is probably the only team that can give me any sort of competition here.

Honestly, I can't wait to get back to leveling up so that I can move on into the next Class.

This Class is just boring.

"You're the only Class D Unique Being in the System that isn't a Unique Monster, so that's to be expected," Chaos says, sounding like he's trying to placate me. "The average hunter grows far more powerful and talented with each higher Class due to the amount of intelligence and talent it requires just to reach each Class."

Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that it'll be boring until then.

"Think of it like this," Chaos comments while floating upside down above me in circles. "Every battle in Class D means more free skills."

That gives me pause for a second before I look upwards with a smile on my face and mutter, "That's true…"

Of course, since Chaos is currently talking to me through our bond, no one can actually hear him. So in their eyes I just randomly said that for no apparent reason.

"People in the universe are used to Successors talking to their Primordials," Chaos suddenly interjects into my inner thoughts. "No one will think you're a weird person talking to herself."

Good.

"You should read the forums," the Primordial suddenly adds, making me frown. "I don't even want to bother counting how many videos are being taken of you right now and being posted all over."

I'd rather not see that.

Out of sight, out of mind after all.

"But is it really?" Chaos asks.

It is.

Chaos chuckles before vanishing in a crimson blur as his voice echoes in my head, "Your next skill bank is here."

Good.

I glance at them while still sitting on my ruined pillar that I had dragged over here earlier for this very purpose. At which point I see the leader of the enemy team a few steps inside of the arena ring.

For some reason he looks rather confident.

Why, I have no idea.

The MC starts jabbering away again, but I ignore him while still listening to my music. Even if I do turn it down a little to be able to at least hear my surroundings.

Then I proceed to cast a few gluttony spells on him of different types. And to my surprise, I find a few other uses for them. Such as draining away the energy in his barrier, or draining away energy or mana in his attacks.

What surprises me the most though is when my gluttony mana makes it past his defenses but doesn't do a thing to him.

"Some people are immune to certain Sins," Chaos comments. "Generally if they have a high affinity for the mana of the Sins or if they have high affinities to the Sins' opposing Virtues."

Interesting.

Out of curiosity, I try to use pride mana on him next. But those spells end up doing the exact same as the gluttony spells did.

Nothing.

And after seeing my spells doing nothing to him personally, the enemy team leader begins to look both proud and a little smug.

Then I blast him with a couple torrents of Volcanic Surge, burying him in molten lava and ash and practically erasing him in seconds. After I use Assimilate, of course.

Silencing the man's team that was cheering for him.

And all without taking my hands from my pockets or pausing in my humming.

{You have slain a being while Assimilate is active. You have now unlocked the Skill Tree: The Devout Acolyte}

{You have unlocked a new Skill Tree, therefore the root skill of the Skill Tree, Sin Resistance, is now unlocked for your usage.}

I glance at the remaining two enemy team members and lean back a little on the pillar.

At least he had a decent skill.