Hasya fell silent. The smile on his face vanished instantly. He stared straight ahead with a hollow gaze. His voice grew heavy as he spoke.

"Because he truly possesses three classes."

"Three classes?" Zaefal replied with a tone of disbelief. He leaned his body forward. "How is that even possible? Was he born with three classes at once?"

Hasya shook his head slowly. "No. It wasn't like that."

"When I first met him, Fathir only had one class. He was an Assassin."

Hasya took a long breath. He raised his right hand and held up one finger. "First, he has the full power of an Assassin at the maximum level."

Hasya raised a second finger. "Second, he has the power of a Void type Hunter at level two hundred."

Hasya then showed a third finger. His face showed a momentary expression of horror. "And third, he has the power of a Mage at level one hundred and thirty."

Zaefal, Fyar, Rasie, Illya, and Cyhas's eyes widened. The air on the owl's back suddenly felt colder and pressurized. The sound of swallowing hard in their throats was clearly audible in the silence.

"How can someone possess that kind of power?" Rasie asked softly. Her hand gripping the owl's feathers trembled slightly.

A truly terrifying combination. Assassin, Void Hunter, and high level Mage. I cannot imagine how to kill a person like that.

Fyar thought to himself. He leaned his back against the hard leather saddle. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the night sky.

I must ensure I never look for trouble with him. As long as our interests do not clash, he is not a threat.

Zaefal clenched his fists on his thighs. He bit his lower lip until it turned pale. His eyes stared sharply at the white sand below.

He surpasses every standard. But if he is that strong, why could humanity still be wiped out? Did something happen to him? Damn.

Is it possible someone could defeat him? Could he die? Nope, that is impossible, or what? Why? Did the entire kingdom attack him? Or did he betray them? Tch, damn, what happened!

Zaefal felt his heart beating faster.

No, calm down Zaefal, calm down. Panic will not change anything. Calm. Calm. What waits ahead might be much worse. I have to reach level fifty as fast as possible and tell them.

"Someone with power like that," Illya murmured. She gripped Fyar's sleeve tightly. "Truly terrifying."

Cyhas remained silent in her seat. She intertwined her fingers until her knuckles turned white. "Thank goodness he is on humanity's side," Cyhas whispered almost inaudibly.

"Yeah, he really is that frightening," Hasya said. "He is so strong that other races, criminals, and even the human kingdom itself agreed not to bother him."

Hasya then let out a small chuckle. His shoulders moved up and down as he laughed. "What do you think is the reason dragons do not dare to attack human territory?"

"But as for the reason why he could get three classes, I cannot tell you. Sorry."

Hasya exhaled a long breath. He tilted his head up looking at the purple aurora above them. "But I am grateful he remained the Fathir I know."

He then smiled thinly. "Perhaps Lairas is the reason."

"Damm," Rasie said softly. "Shit, I once insulted him for being short."

Hasya turned to Rasie quickly. "Ah? Seriously?"

"Yeah i did."

Hasya then burst into loud laughter until his head threw back. "Hahaha you fool raise!!"

The sound of his laughter echoed loudly in the night air. "And then, how did he react?"

"He said, 'Watch your mouth, bitch!'" Rasie answered. She lowered her voice and put on a flat face to imitate Fathir's tone.

she then looked away. Her face turned red again from embarrassment.

"That was probably your closest moment to death, Rasie really," Fyar said. He looked at Rasie with an expressionless face. "Next time, do not just insult short people."

"I did not know that was Fathir!" Rasie snapped. She stomped her foot on the saddle floor. "There was no physical description of him at all!"

"He's the one at fault!" Rasie shouted again to cover her fear. "not mine!"

"Hahaha, you are lucky he was in a good mood, Rasie," Hasya said while wiping a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing too much. "Damm that was funny.."

Fyar glanced at Zaefal. The man looked pale and continued to daydream, staring blankly ahead.

"What is wrong, Zaefal? You look depperesed"

Zaefal flinched. He blinked his eyes and immediately shook his head. He forced a thin smile. "Nothing. I am just shocked someone can have power like that."

Clap!

Hasya clapped both hands loudly. The sound cut through their conversation. "Yosh, yosh, yosh! Stop discussing that!"

"We are almost at the second area."

"The second area? I thought we were only practicing once tonight," Fyar asked. He straightened his sitting position. "Not continuing tomorrow?"

"No. Considered your unique situation, you must get out of here as soon as possible," Hasya said.

"I do not mind," Zaefal replied. He began checking the handle of his greatsword.

"Yeah, me too," Illya murmured softly.

"What Master Hasya said makes sense," Cyhas added.

Rasie smiled widely. She leaned her body forward. Her previous envy and irritation had vanished, replaced by fighting spirit. "What is it this time? Is it harder? Are there many monsters again like before or what?"

Hasya raised one finger into the air.

"The four of you will fight one monster."

"Ah? Only one monster?" Rasie asked with a disappointed tone.

Hasya nodded slowly. His eyes stared sharply at the ruins of a building beginning to appear below.

"Yes. One monster."

"But. but buuuut"

"That monster has a power is much stronger than what you fought before. It is more intelligent and more deadly. I might have to stand by if you are unable to fight it."

"Be ready"

Hasya smiled thinly again. "its level.."

"Sixty five."

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