"Special Admission, Rank 1."

That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago.
Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school?

I was arrogant. I was foolish.

And I paid the price.

It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god.

Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1."

It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons.

But I can steal their lives.

My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt.

My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality.

They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out.

I’m going to make them mine.

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The point of light in Valerica's palm was not a flame. It was a wound in the sensory fabric of the Star-Forge core. It hummed with a frequency that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly into the marrow of Vane's bones. Around the tiny sphere of incandescent gold, the air warped and folded. The mercury vapor in the room was pulled into the singularity in spiraling, elegant trails, forming a miniature accretion disk of silver and fire. This was Stellar Collapse, a Grade S skill that did not simply burn the world but sought to condense it into a single, impossible point.


Chapter 150 - The Sun's Reckoning