The morning sun fell across the Academy's courtyard, warm yet sharp, illuminating the training grounds where S-Class students moved with confidence. But Zeryth Malakar's eyes saw beyond the surface: currents of elemental energy, subconscious reflexes, and subtle fluctuations in aura.
He wasn't just observing today. Today, he was hunting power.
The Principal stood at the center of the courtyard, the air around him bending subtly, as if reality itself deferred to his presence. Time ticked slower here, space folded minutely with each step he took. Students instinctively felt the weight of his presence; even the air seemed heavier.
The Vice Principal, nearby, radiated a cold aura of inevitability. Life and death flickered at her fingertips. Even the bravest S-Class students instinctively adjusted their stances, careful not to draw her attention.
Two apex beings. Time, space, death… all within reach. Integration is inevitable.
Zeryth walked casually among the students, his gaze flicking toward Malrik and Isolde, each unaware of the invisible threads weaving through their actions. Their elemental outputs—fire for Malrik, water for Isolde—were perfectly calibrated, predictable yet adaptable. They were sources, not threats.
He analyzed the Principal first. Foot placement, micro-pauses between gestures, the subtle bends in the surrounding environment—every movement revealed the flow of time and space manipulation. Step in the right moment, capture a fragment… and it becomes mine.
The Vice Principal's aura pulsed subtly with death's edge. Zeryth observed her control: the way she subtly extracted vitality from illusions, tested boundaries with students, and manipulated decay without overtly harming. That instinct, that essence… integration potential: complete.
Zeryth focused. Air, water, fire, stone, instincts—all previously integrated—formed a seamless foundation. He extended a hand toward the Principal's aura, disintegrating a minuscule portion of the temporal-spatial manipulation. The world wavered—just enough to signal a transfer of essence without triggering alarms.
Instantly, the fragment reintegrated within Zeryth. He felt time and space respond to his thoughts: micro-adjustments in distance, the subtle acceleration and deceleration of moments, the ability to predict trajectories before they occurred.
Time… space… my own now.
Next, Zeryth turned his attention to the Vice Principal. He observed the subtle edge of life and decay around her, the way she could sense the fragility of being, the potential for endings before they began. With surgical precision, he disintegrated a fragment of her death manipulation—a whisper of inevitability—and reintegrated it.
He felt a chill spread through him as the power merged: awareness of life force, the ability to sense weakness, mortality, and even suppress or accelerate decay in objects and beings.
Death is no longer a boundary—it is a tool.
Zeryth's System flashed. Titles, stats, and classifications updated with a storm of data.
He stood, invisible to the System's old boundaries, a force beyond even the A+ and S-Class limits.
The apex of integration… the boy who was once a background character now stands above all.
But he didn't stop there. Malrik's fire, Isolde's water, the reflexes and instincts of S-Class students, and the elemental control of teachers—all were ripe for collection.
One by one, he disintegrated fragments: a teacher's precision in swordsmanship, a student's instinctive reaction to a water surge, the perfect timing of elemental combination. Each fragment reintegrated seamlessly into his form.
With every integration, Zeryth felt new reflexes, faster thought patterns, enhanced elemental synergy, and the ability to perceive invisible currents of intent. Even the weight of his own body shifted, perfectly balanced with every absorbed trait.
All powers, all instincts, all elements—molded into a singular apex.
He allowed Malrik to attempt a fire maneuver, and Isolde a water counter. Their skills were precise, their focus commendable—but for every move they made, Zeryth had already anticipated, analyzed, and absorbed the residual essence.
Malrik's fiery bursts flared briefly in his perception before merging with Zeryth's own fire. Isolde's water streams flowed like a river—but in milliseconds, Zeryth's integrated water manipulation harmonized with them, fully resistant and adaptive.
Even the Principal and Vice Principal remained unaware. Subtle manipulations in perception, timing, and instinct ensured Zeryth absorbed without alerting them.
With SS- Tier power now within reach, Zeryth began subtle political games within the Academy. Rivalries, alliances, and competitions were nudged invisibly, creating a living field of influence. Students moved according to patterns he planted, teachers adjusted unknowingly, and the Principal's and Vice Principal's focus was drawn elsewhere.
Observation is power. Integration is absolute. Manipulation is inevitable.
As the sun dipped beyond the Academy's mountains, Zeryth ascended to the roof of the S-Class barracks. Shadows stretched across the courtyard, and the faint hum of elemental energy lingered in the air. Wolves and other simulations from previous training wove silently through the grounds, now under Zeryth's command.
He flexed his fingers. Air and water moved with him, stone and fire responded instantly, time slowed, space bent subtly, death whispered its secrets. Every student and teacher became a data point, a tool, an integrated fragment of power.
The SS- Tier is not a limit. It is a stage. And I am the director.
