"Hmm? You mean their effects.... well, appraisal, super growth, and Exp multiplier are pretty straightforward, don't you think? The rest..."
Licht runs his hand through his hair, "I guess Magic creation is also pretty straightforward...ish. It helps me create magic only as long as I know the purpose of that magic I want to create. Magic talent is also simple, but its effects decrease mana cost and increase magic damage on an opponent."
Viscar frowns in revulsion, "Your uniques are so overpowered, it's disgusting."
"Next," Licht disregards Viscar. "Learning Scholar lets me understand the books that I read regardless of how difficult it is to understand. It also lets me memorize magic circles at just a glance, that way I can recall it and use the magic at another time."
Viscar throws his pen on the table in frustration, "With all your skills, how am I supposed to figure out a class for you? It's impossible!! Might as well just write God down there." He picks it back up and scribbles wildly on his piece of paper.
"I wasn't the one who was so persistent to give someone a class."
"How was I supposed to know you had such repulsive skills?! Copying someone's magic and skills from a single glance?! Is that even possible?!"
"Well..." Licht trails off. He holds his hand to his lips and glares at Viscar; he walks closer to him. Leaning over the table, grabbing Viscar's pen from his hands.
'Someone is listening so keep quiet.' He wrote down. Viscar looks up at Licht and then the door behind him.
"What about your class?" Viscar murmurs back at Licht.
The pen scrapes at the paper with an obnoxious sound; finishing quickly, Licht drops his pen. He taps rapidly on where he has written, drawing Viscar's attention to it.
"I don't care what you say, but this will be my class from now on. Remember it." He whispers. Viscar narrows his eye at the word; Licht's new class.
[Imitator]
Licht grabs the paper and burns it in his hands. His palm burns along with it, but it doesn't faze him; his regeneration had already started healing him. He throws the ashes at the corner of the room and stops at the door.
*Knock Knock-*
Licht swings the door open and Jasper stares up at him in surprise with his hand still in the air. But soon his face pales. This was the kid that almost choked my classmate to death. He shivered as his head snapped downwards, he dare not look Licht in the eye.
Licht glared at him; he was going to keep an eye out for him. He wasn't sure if he had heard anything; he intensifies his glare. A strange pressure kept him, Jasper, from moving, he could barely breathe. Was he going to die here?
Licht walked right past him. He could breathe normally again, but he couldn't dare to look at his retreating figure.
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*Rustle Rustle Rustle*
Licht stirred from his sleep; he didn't move a lot in his sleep but somehow there was a lot of noise. He groaned slightly, but still drifted off soon after.
*Rustle Rustle*
The noise still persisted. Licht tried his best to ignore it, when he was woken up there was no way he could go back to sleep. A palm brushed his exposed abdomen and Licht jolts awake.
His eye snaps open; he sits up in a hurry but is pushed back down. Still disoriented, he sees a blurred figure. His vision clears up after a few moments, "Max?"
"Huh? Who's Max?" Matt narrows his eyes in confusion. He straddled Licht and in his hand is a scroll of parchment; an Appraisal scroll. Matt's face move's closer to his; Licht, who had already regained his senses, frowns.
"What are you doing? Get off me." Licht orders. Matt dismisses Licht's words, "Your eye..." Is all he says.
Licht gasps and slaps his hand over his left eye, though it was too late. Matt's breath is cut off; like an invisible hand was strangling him. He looked at Licht, his hand had the exact same motion.
"You...what....doing?" He didn't claw at his neck or struggle; he just knelt there and took it. Licht's eyes widened and he instinctively retracted his magic. Matt slumped over and massaged his neck.
He looked up at Licht; he stared at his hand in bewilderment. "Nngh..." Matt groans and Licht's eyes snap up to glare at him. Matt stares back, enchanted by Licht's left eye, like a snake, his pupils were slit yet still beautiful.
Matt tries to move closer but Licht pushes him away, "Come any closer and you're dead."
"Kill me and you'll be the one in trouble." He retorts. Licht flinches back, he didn't seem concerned when threatened with death. The same had happened earlier; what was with him? Wasn't he that weakling with water magic?
"I saw you before...you used water magic against fire magic. And you won." Licht growled under his breath. "I won't tell a soul," He continued. "But you'll have to listen to my one request."
Licht's lips curl into a snarl, this kid actually thought he could make a deal with him? "What is it?"
"I want you to help me become stronger."