Spirit Immortal - Chapter 42 Not as simple as it seems... 4

Akari Nakamura isn't what anyone expects from an S-Class mage.With her stylish fashion and an attitude bigger than her platform heels, she's used to being underestimated. It comes with the territory. But after scoring the highest marks ever recorded on the Arcane Assessment Test, even Crescent Moon University's stuffiest professors can't deny her raw power.Too bad they're going to try anyway.As Akari navigates a world of old money and older magic, she discovers that the university's prestigious facade hides an ugly truth: they're systematically undermining students who don't fit their “traditional” image of what a mage should be.To win here, she'll have to make some powerful enemies and prove herself every step of the way.Oh well. Just another day in the life of the S-Class Gyaru!---A light-hearted yuri/futanari GL novel!

Travel to the game world.

Matthew found that there seemed to be a little problem with his system.

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“Occupation: Necromancer

Task: plant trees

Target: 1000 trees

Reward: Summoned item ‘Bone Dragon’ & a lot of EXP”

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In this way, a necromancer who respected the way of balance more than the druid was born.

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Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.

Lived for the sword, died for the sword.