Absolute Cheater

The S-Class dormitories were unlike anything the students had expected. Each individual suite was spacious and elegant, designed for both comfort and practicality. Polished marble floors gleamed under soft ambient lighting, and large windows offered panoramic views of the Academy grounds. Each room came equipped with advanced training equipment tailored to the occupant's abilities, a personal library, and a meditation area to refine focus and strategy.

Asher entered his assigned room, his footsteps echoing slightly against the marble. He glanced around, noting the personalized setup. A faint hum emanated from the training device in the corner—a high-tech simulator designed to replicate real-world combat scenarios. A desk held neatly stacked books on magical theory, strategy, and combat arts.

Asher ran his fingers along the edge of the desk, his thoughts drifting to the challenges ahead. "Top five, huh?" he muttered under his breath, crimson eyes narrowing. "Well, I will always remain on top."

He glanced at his watch, bringing up the schedule for the week. His gaze lingered on the open days ahead, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Classes don't start for another week," Asher mumbled. "Seems like I can do whatever I want till then." His curiosity piqued, he opened another tab on his watch—a comprehensive list of the Academy's dungeons.

His eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through the seemingly endless list. "Ten thousand dungeons?" Asher murmured in awe. "Damn... Even the Magnus family, with all their influence and resources, only owns a little over a thousand dungeons. And we're supposed to be one of the most powerful families."

The sheer scale of the Academy's resources was staggering. Each dungeon was categorized by difficulty, unique features, and the rewards they offered.

"Where did they even get all of this?" Asher muttered to himself as he scrolled deeper into the list. The thought of exploring one of these dungeons sent a thrill through him. If he could conquer a few before classes began, it might give him an edge—not to mention some valuable loot and experience.

He tapped on a particular dungeon labeled Aetherial Abyss (S-Rank). The description read:

"A volatile dungeon where gravity shifts, and enemies are attuned to spatial distortions. Rewards include rare mana crystals and spatial artifacts. Recommended for advanced adventurers or teams of elite students."

"Interesting," Asher said, his crimson eyes gleaming. "But maybe not the best choice for now. Can't exactly risk dying before classes even start." He chuckled to himself before scrolling to another entry labeled Crimson Chasm (A-Rank).

"A dungeon teeming with blood element creatures. Perfect for those proficient in blood manipulation techniques. High-level blood affinity items can be found within."

"Now, this sounds perfect," Asher muttered, already imagining how he could use his Blood Ruler ability to dominate the dungeon. He clicked the Enter Request button, noting that approval would take a few hours.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. "Time to see just how strong I really am."

A soft chime from his watch signaled that his request to enter the Crimson Chasm had been received and was pending approval. Asher glanced at the screen, a flicker of impatience crossing his features.

"Let's hope they don't take too long," he muttered. He leaned back in his chair, but soon his eye lids grow heavier as eh closed them.

Asher closed his eyes as he thought of taking a nap for sometime.

***

After Six hours Asher wakes up to chimes of his watch.

A notification flashed: "Request Approved. Crimson Chasm reserved for Asher Magnus. Entry available in 3 hours."

A smirk played on Asher's lips. "Perfect."

The time passed quickly as Asher prepared himself, going over his weapons, gear, and strategy. He didn't plan on relying solely on his Blood Ruler ability, though the nature of the dungeon meant it would undoubtedly give him an advantage.

As the three-hour mark approached, Asher made his way to the dungeon gates located within the S-Class training grounds. The entrance to the Crimson Chasm was unlike anything he'd seen before. A swirling vortex of dark red energy hovered between two massive stone pillars, faint whispers echoing as if the dungeon itself were alive.

Two other S-Class students lingered nearby, watching with curiosity. One of them, a tall boy with silver hair and golden eyes, smirked.

"Heading into the Crimson Chasm alone?" he asked. "That's bold, even for you, Magnus."

"But I guess, this type of Dungeons are nothing but Playgrounds for you Magnus People"

Asher didn't bother with much of a reply. "It's not bold. It's necessary."

The boy laughed lightly. "Fair enough. Good luck in there. You'll need it."

Without another word, Asher stepped toward the portal. The whispers grew louder as he reached out and touched the energy. A moment later, the world around him twisted, and he was pulled into the depths of the Crimson Chasm.

This is an Gold rank A category dungeon which means, inside the maximum realm of monster will be Gold rank while the number will be in 1000 , so A category.

Similarly for S rank it's 5,000 monsters counts, and then for B rank it's 500, and then number kept getting lower for lower category Dungeons.

As Asher stepped inside he found himself in a new World.

The air inside was dense and heavy, saturated with the scent of iron. The environment glowed faintly red, the walls of the chasm pulsating like living flesh. Pools of viscous, blood-like liquid dotted the uneven ground, and faint growls echoed in the distance.

Asher's crimson eyes gleamed as he activated his Blood Ruler ability, feeling the blood within the liquid around him resonate. He extended his hand, causing a tendril of the crimson liquid to rise and coil around his arm like a serpent.

"Let's see how this dungeon tests me."

The first wave of enemies emerged—a pack of crimson hounds with glowing eyes and jagged fangs. They charged with feral speed, their movements almost too fast to track.

Asher's blade appeared in his hand, formed from his own blood. With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out, cutting through the first hound with ease. Another leaped toward him, only to be impaled by a blood spike that shot up from the ground beneath it.

The fight intensified as more hounds poured out from the shadows. Asher moved with precision, his blood techniques weaving a deadly dance of offense and defense. He manipulated the pools of liquid around him, creating barriers, projectiles, and traps that shredded the creatures before they could get close.

Each kill seemed to strengthen him, the ambient blood within the dungeon feeding into his ability. His blade grew darker, more potent, and his control over the environment sharpened.

Asher eyes grow in eery red as he chuckled "Ahhh~~~, Finally!"