Afir's Dad and The New Class

'Ooh, this guy could totally work!' he thought, 'Dadan Ginzala, noted.'

"Hey," Dadan said, "why are you looking at her like that?"

"Like what?"

"Dude, just don't be a creep, alright? Stop staring at everyone."

"Oh, am I? That's my bad."

"Thanks," Dadan replied hesitantly. 'He's awfully polite.'

Droz flew through the sky, beating his black wings and soaring near the green grass. The greenery he went near turned purple and lightly poisonous. He smiled as his silver hair blew in the wind and he saw Balc speaking to Karsil and Afir. he pulled a fist back and launched it at Balc, punching her into the sky and far away.

"Aaaaah~!" He could see her smiling as she flew away like a ragdoll.

"You heard her, huh?" Afir asked.

"Her curse activated. By the way, you remember that dragon that was killed a while ago?"

"Yeah."

"We finally found out who was responsible. Well, it's more of a very educated guess but we think it's some human named Zeeth."

"…what? Why Zeeth?"

"Do you know who that is?"

"Yes. He was a small human that I took in for a short while back when I lived in the woods. Oh, how I miss the calm forest.

"You're telling me he killed a dragon?"

"An old, weak one."

"Meaning, an ancient, battle-ridden one. If he meets FeGunda, he could really awaken some cool stuff."

"Yes, IF he meets father. Who has been trapped with the spirits for years."

"You mean living with." Balc said, rubbing her cheek, "it was all voluntary."

"I still don't think he really wants it," Droz grumbled.

"He was dying, he had no choice. If he wants to leave, he always can. But he will pass in an hour."

"The point is," Afir said, "you can't kill Zeeth."

"That is out of my control. I am only one of the five kings, they don't care about his relations to you, they want him dead."

"Then-"

"No, we will not kill them."

"But it would be so easy."

"And so much harder to manage the entire Underground Kingdom. I can't do it alone and no one will help."

Zeeth hopped into the small bed, crossing his legs and trying to meditate. So many things happened recently, what if there was something he was missing? The dragon's abilities didn't awaken until much later on. What if there were secrets to his other abilities, like Angel and Demon or Natural Assistance? Why did people want to kill each other? What kind of incentives did the Gods give them? And what God gave him the ability?

When he first got the skill, he was simply underwater in a massive vat, trying to channel and control all of it without moving. It came to him slowly, and it wasn't nearly as strong as the Frost Giant God's Assistance that the headmistress had. And Pishku had said he was close to his water awakening. What was that? Was there some other requirement he had to clear for it?

He picked up Yemisia the slime, the slime that Yemisia had died in. the blood didn't mix in with her, it simply moved around like fresh paint in water. He stared at the slime and read the description, [Yemisia the Slime. After absorbing the sacrificed blood and body of Yemisia, it has taken on both her abilities and strongest desires. This slime stayed with Yemisia in her last moments and her emotions were so strong, her magic was altered and rubbed off on this slime.

The slime feels pure loyalty to Yem, the demon who promised her revenge and a better life.

Water attribute +1500.

Water of the Fallen: every time it uses a water-related skill, one undead nearby awakens to fight for it.]

'But Yem was the one who sacrificed Yemisia. Why does it still feel loyal?'

Something changed when he thought that while holding the slime, [after learning about the betrayal of Yem, it felt pure hatred for her.]

[Your first tamed creature feels an intense emotion! Your skill is upgrading!

New Skill: Ability Extraction.]

[Ability Extraction: you can extract abilities from your slimes in the form of crystals.]

'Why would I do that? I guess if too many slimes have the same abilities it could be helpful. But I have no other use for it. What can the crystals do? No, a skill wouldn't have this if there wasn't a way to use it later. Can I feed the crystals to other slimes for them to take it?

Fine, God's Number.'

His vision turned white and he saw God. "Hey, do you think you could allow me to upgrade God's Eye again so I could see future upgrades?"

"You want me to give you an ability to see into the future. Don't make me laugh."

"Yeah, as I thought. Then can you tell me what I'm supposed to do with Ability Extraction?"

"Oh, you finally got there. Most others get this skill a little sooner. But you chose some of the simplest creatures in existence, I'm honestly impressed you ever got them to feel intense emotions."

"Thanks. But what do I do with it?"

"The crystals are full of mana and they depend on the ability and slime, so they can be sold for a hefty sum."

"So I can create a crystal farm by just absorbing mana?"

"Yes."

"Can other slimes absorb the crystal?"

"Theoretically, yes. But for you, no."

"Not yet or not ever?"

"Where's the fun of telling you?! Now, are you done?"

Some minutes later, his vision turned white and he was sent back to his room. Before he left, he asked God about the vision he saw of the altar and the two leaders of the cult. But God was highly secretive about sharing any kind of future, he was vague about anything that told him what might happen, which he always said just wasn't fun if he told him.

'But I have doubts. He doesn't want me to know about the future?'

Black looked into his mind and said, 'he also looks you directly in the eyes for the first time in the entire discussion when you mentioned seeing the future. You might want this information carved out of your mind the next time you visit.'

He spent the evening channeling his mana. There was still a large amount of twisted mana from the recent surge of it that needed to be sorted out, and he helped Black remove as many impurities as possible.

In recent times, the amount seems to be slowing down but Black assured him, this was the natural progression. The impurities will keep collecting like dust as long as he keeps living. He just needs to keep it as clean as possible at all times.

He took an empty vial out of his coffin, filled it with black liquid, and quickly closed it, placing it next to twenty other vials he had.

In a nearby dorm, three girls sat in a dim room, two on one bed and another by herself. One girl with pure white hair that nearly reflected light and a black visor wrapped around her eyes, connecting behind her head.

Another with bright orange hair and a beautiful face and body. She decorated herself with fancy jewels and beauty products. Her friend, the other girl on the bed who was similarly decorated on a smaller scale and had shiny brown hair said to her, "you look gorgeous!! Your hair is fantastic, what did you put in it?"

"Thank you!! Orange shampoo. The color helps boost the natural orange and makes it shinier."

The third girl quietly scoffed under her breath but the other had heard it and said, "what do you want, weirdo?"

"Orange shampoo boosts color? The shampoo doesn't give more color, it becomes clear bubbles that are washed off and you are a child."

The two annoyingly frowned and asked, "Why the hell do you even have to stay here, ugly? You broke your dingy old room and now we have to suffer."

"You think you're suffering?" the girl with white hair, Sieda, incredulously asked. "The first thing you said to me was 'ew, what a weirdo.' I have to deal with your idiotic nonsense every second of being here, no wonder you're in the dumb class. You have to resort to meaningless name-calling to feel better."

"Ora, don't listen to her," said the girl with brown hair, Stella, "she's just a weird Special Class. Beat it."

"I wish I could leave. You two are the most annoying people I've ever met."

"And you're the ugliest. You should leave our room, ugly duckling," said Ora.

The next morning, he got up and checked the time. 7:50. At the door, he was greeted by a teacher who brought a letter. The teacher was about his height, was rather skinny, and had long, nimble fingers.

"Good morning, Weld. I have some good news, you have been accepted into our school's Special Class S. My name is Professor Wistiga Letant. The school's newest professor and researcher."

"Oh, the slime researcher."

"Haha! Yes, and you're the slime student. What a coincidence, huh? Since we are both new and have similar interests, the headmistress wanted to pair us together so I could show you around and bounce ideas off each other."

"Sounds good," Zeeth shook his hand, "you got any info on slimes?"

"Yes, do you?"

"Aren't you the teacher?"

He clicked his tongue, "Don't be late for your first class. I'll tell you later at class 5118."

'Damn, he's so secretive. I hope he has some good information on slimes,' They both thought at the same time.

Ora sat in front of a mirror curling her bright orange hair and wearing a white embroidered shirt. No one else was in the room but her bathroom door opened and Sieda stepped out. She looked at Ora who simply ignored her and continued curling as she hummed a song.

She walked over to her and growled, "that's my shirt. Why the hell do you have it on?"

Ora innocently looked at her and asked, "oh, is it yours? Well, don't worry, I'm giving it a better home. It was being defiled by you."

"Take. It. Off."

"It looks better on me."

"This is your last warning, walrus. You are stretching it with your wide waists."

Ora gasped and lowered her steaming curling rod. Out of anger, she swung the rod around, trying to hit Sieda.

Outside the room, a light white glow shone for a moment and dimmed away.

The letter told him to meet everyone at Class S, the special underground classroom far away from the school grounds. By 8 a.m.

'Shit, I have nine minutes.'

He pulled his slimes against the door and shot him out like a slingshot. After fighting Sinistra and Iustus and all their magic slingshots, some of the magic was rubbed onto the slimes and slowly manifested themselves. It didn't create a drastic change or new skill but all of them became stretchier, allowing him to fly out the door in a wild burst of speed without wings or anything too showy. He flew by so fast no one could see the rapidly shrinking slimes and barely saw him.

Stella cried out upon seeing Ora, "Aah!! You look so cute today?! Hey, what happened to that white shirt you too from her suitcase?"

"What white shirt?"

Sieda rushed out of the room, casually throwing the white shirt onto herself. When Ora saw her, she felt a jarring pain in her head that forced her to turn around. Sieda ran off into the hallway to get to her class.

Stella saw the white shirt, shook her head, and simply said, "What did you do to your hair? It is GORGEOUS!"

"Thanks, bestie! Aren't the curls so CUTE?!" Ora flicked it up.

"Going on that date with Dadan?!"

"You know it!!"

Ora's hair blew upwards with a flash of brown that whizzed past her. Her friend's face froze then distorted into an unpleasant shock.

"You're hair-"

She created a circle of the water from her hand, showing her reflection, and upon seeing it, she held her hand up and quietly said, "do not."

"Who the hell was that?" One boy asked, feeling the wind on him.

But everyone knew once they saw where it came from. The room that the pervert slept in. Dadan gawked at the speeding blur.

He arrived at the classroom and sighed a breath of relief. Everyone turned to look at him, which wasn't many students. Edmund, the one he recognized first, sat the closest to the door.

A girl with pure white hair and an interesting black visor covering her eyes was the most noticeable. There was a boy with bright red, orange hair shaped into a mohawk, a heavy set of twins boy and girl, and a small girl with brown pigtails and a small pink dress.

'Six students. Not a whole lot compared to the entire school.'

"Everyone," said the teacher in a dull voice, "meet your new transfer, again. Weld Mith. Introduce yourself?"

"I'm Weld Mith. I am a Tamer, uuuh, and I hope to make your acquaintance."

"Take a seat anywhere."

He looked around and thought, 'I don't know anyone but I at least know Edmund is a lead for my job. I should get to know him. Maybe he's Dirt, he is big enough.'

Zeeth sat down in the seat next to Edmund right beside the door. Edmund didn't seem to notice or care about him, staring at the teacher who said, "Hi. My name's Dan. I'll be your practical magics teacher," he said in the most bored and monotone expression Zeeth had ever seen. His eyes dropped halfway and his eyes simply stared straight ahead, dead without moving an inch. The small girl that sat at the very front shivered at his creepy stare that seemed to look right past her.

"Our first order of business is another written test."

The classroom sighed a collective grunt of disagreement.

"Shut up," Dan muttered, "this is just a placement test. Weld, you won't be graded on this. I just need to know how much you know so I know what to teach. And the rest of you just need another one around this time. Y'all performed horribly last time. You have the lowest written exam scores in the entire school."

Saying that seemed to have angered him, his nostrils flared and his eyes flared at the kids. His students looked away and murmured things like, "not our fault these tests are so long."

Or, "Psh, who even cares about stupid writing? Money is in the monsters we kill."

"I can hear all of you. Good scores result in better funding. If we do well here, we will never have to sleep in other dorms, we can get the fastest and best construction team money can buy. Or the highest grade wands, don't you want that?"

"Huu, yeaaaah."