Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 92: Radical Scientist

Asher could be seen lying on his soft white bed, the gentle rhythm of his breathing echoing faintly within the room. The morning sun cast golden rays through the windowpane as the curtains struggled valiantly to keep them at bay.

Although Asher had slept off in the early morning of the day the True Awakening ended, he hadn’t awoken that same day. Instead, he opened his eyes the following morning, having nearly slept a staggering twenty four hours.

He was both mentally and physically drained. After all, it had been his first time experiencing something as intense and overwhelming as the True Awakening.

Asher’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifting toward the window. Rising from his position, he moved closer and pushed the curtain aside to behold the rising sun, painting the sky in hues of amber and gold.

”How long did I sleep? Why is it still early in the morning? I thought I’d wake up in the evening at least,” Asher mumbled to himself.

His eyes shifted toward the clock hanging on the wall, the ticking of its hands steady and unbothered. It was 7:12 a.m.

”Did I sleep an entire day?” Asher wondered internally.

’System, how long was I asleep?’ he asked mentally.

[The Host was asleep for twenty two hours] the system, his ever-reliable personal timekeeper, chimed in, emotionless yet prompt.

”Sigh...” Asher exhaled in resignation. ”It seems I was just that exhausted and didn’t even realize it,” he thought.

His eyes dropped to his previously bloated stomach, still remembering the aftermath of yesterday’s heavy feast. But now, it was flat, his powerful metabolism having already digested everything he had consumed.

”I wonder what today has in store for me.” Asher mused, although he had no particular plans. His thoughts gradually drifted toward his system. Having broken past his former limits, he was eager to see what his current stats looked like.

’Status,’ he commanded mentally.

[Name: Asher Wargrave

Age: Seventeen

Bloodline: The Wargrave Lineage

Physique: Absolute Physique

Titles: [Youngest Heir] [Tenth Sun] [Disgrace of the Wargrave] [Unique Body Holder]

Life Rank: Kindlestar

Sub-Life Rank: Radiant

Affinity: Lightning

Strength: 58 → 108

Agility: 59 → 105

Vitality: 58 → 100

Perception: 60 → 101]

Asher smiled softly. Every stat had improved since the last time he checked, more than five months ago. He vividly recalled the moment he first awakened the system. Back then, his base stats were in the tens, still broken by all standards. But his unique physique had doubled those figures almost instantly.

Now, he had ascended to the peak of the second Life Rank, Kindlestar. It wasn’t a minor accomplishment. Achieving this while training tirelessly from morning till night, with barely enough time to cultivate, bordered on the impossible.

But Asher had made it happen.

Kale, who had reached the Dust Kindlestar rank, took two full years to attain it. Asher had not only reached but surpassed that milestone in less than half the time.

A sense of pride bloomed in his chest. His Omni Perception now extended to a ten meter radius.

Previously, the ability had granted him a flawless 360 degree view within its limited range. But now, with his Perception stat breaking the hundred point barrier, something had shifted.

His senses within Omni Perception had sharpened.

Before, he couldn’t detect invisible entities directly and had to rely on minute changes in wind flow to anticipate their attacks. Now, he could perceive every suspended particle of Astra, motes of golden like energy dancing through the air.

He could see them. He could feel them.

A whole new dimension of reality had opened up around him.

The Astra motes danced joyously around him like spirited children, twinkling and spiraling in elegant patterns. When he moved his hand, they shifted and swirled accordingly, responding to his presence and intent.

Asher’s smile deepened. Through the Astra’s interaction with the world, he could now track movements and threats more effectively, no longer dependent solely on changes in air pressure or direction.

”Aren’t I at least supposed to receive a new title?” Asher wondered, noting the absence of any recent additions.

However, after reviewing the current list of titles, he arrived at a likely conclusion: either the system or the world itself needed to recognize such achievements before new titles were granted.

Since no one outside the Wargrave household had witnessed his True Awakening, he hadn’t earned public acknowledgment, and thus, no new title.

”It seems I won’t be going to the First Training Ground this morning,” Asher murmured to himself.

Turning on his heel, he made his way to the bathroom. After a quick but refreshing bath, he changed into a fresh set of clothes and returned to his room, where he casually sprawled onto the bed with a contented grin.

With no pressing tasks or obligations, he decided to enjoy the rare luxury of doing absolutely nothing. A perfect day off.

But mere minutes passed, and the creeping sensation of boredom began to settle in.

’What a boring world,’ Asher complained internally.

He had a full day off. He could remain in bed, simply basking in laziness. Yet something about the idleness gnawed at him.

Back in his previous world, humans had phones and various gadgets to keep their minds occupied during leisure.

’No wonder those old men and women are always scheming. They’re simply too bored to sit still, so they wander around causing trouble just to feel alive,’ Asher thought with a weak sigh, shifting slightly on the bed to adjust his position.

’What do kids my age even do for fun in this stone aged world, aside from training, fighting, and killing?’

He paused.

’Maybe I should help this world advance its technology. With my intelligence and talent, I could definitely juggle being both a scientist and a cultivator.’

The idea lingered for a moment... and then dissipated.

He was simply too lazy to embark on such a thankless endeavor. There was little for him to gain.

Money? He’d spent over two thousand gold coins in a single day just from one visit to the capital.

As the son of a Duke, wealth was the least of his concerns.

Besides, if his family ever discovered he was pursuing the path of a radical scientist, they’d likely knock some sense into him.

And Asher had no interest in discovering firsthand just how hard the Primarch’s fists were.

’Maybe I should make some friends,’ he mused as his thoughts drifted to Vaelra Lux Vanthelmor, the Princess of the Empire.

’I just hope these nobles aren’t the type who go around bullying commoners for amusement. I’m not wasting my time with that nonsense just to gain shallow friendships.’

Satisfied with that internal decree, Asher closed his eyes once again. Since there was nothing pressing to do, he decided he might as well drift back into sleep.

After all, another few hours of peaceful rest couldn’t hurt.