Absolute Cheater
Chapter 388 388: Limit II

Blood Reversal Field—a hidden ability in the scythe—had finally awakened now that Asher had reached Peak World Rank.

Every drop of blood the dragon had spilled began turning against it. The glowing nebula liquid inside its body resisted, pulled the wrong way, and fought against the dragon's own movements. The beast roared in confusion, unsure why its own strength had turned on itself.

Asher moved calmly through the battlefield.

He didn't yell.

He didn't show off.

He simply kept walking and striking.

Step. Slash. Step. Slash.

Each cut was clean and precise. He attacked the dragon's joints, the marks of power on its body, its wings, its cores—taking it apart bit by bit.

The dragon tried to fight back. It slammed its massive tail down with enough force to break the world beneath them. The ground cracked for miles.

But Asher moved under it easily.

He flipped his scythe behind his back and whispered one word:

"Reap."

The Blood Rose Scythe lit up—not with fire, but with power drawn from every wound it had already made.

Each cut began to glow.

Then they all exploded at once.

The dragon screamed as its own body tore apart from the inside. Dozens of internal wounds detonated at the same time, leaving it broken and bleeding.

It tried to lift its head for one final breath.

But Asher was already above it—falling with the scythe in both hands.

He brought it down in one smooth, vertical slash.

The dragon's head split in half.

It didn't die from force.

It died because Asher had judged it.

Asher landed.

The battlefield grew quiet.

The storm faded.

The scythe in his hand gave off a soft glow, now marked with the faint shimmer of starlight. It had taken in part of the dragon's power.

Asher looked up at the sky for a moment.

Then turned toward the next gate as it opened.

He said nothing.

He just walked forward, coat swaying gently behind him.

Behind Asher, the body of the massive dragon broke apart into dust and glowing stardust. That energy was immediately drawn into the dormant cores of his fallen Reapers, helping speed up their recovery.

Once the last trace of monster remains on the floor was absorbed, the cores returned to Asher's body.

He glanced at them.

"Hmm, just another hour and they'll be ready to summon again," he muttered. He stood by the glowing gate to the next floor and rolled his neck with a soft crack.

"Well, even if I could summon them now, they'd die again with how things are going."

He sighed, stretching his shoulders.

"Alright… Let's see, what's my Limit?"

He stepped into the next gate.

The new floor materialized in front of him.

And immediately, he frowned.

"...Wow," Asher muttered, eyes narrowing.

The monster waiting for him looked like something out of a horror game. It was huge—bloated, like a giant, rotting orc. But instead of muscle, it was covered in bulging flesh and swollen veins. Its skin was cracked and dark, and on its side… was a massive eye.

A single, grotesque eyeball, blinking and oozing.

Asher read the floating name.

[ Tainted Orc – Mid Star Forger Realm Rank ]

"Tainted?" he said aloud, raising a brow. "Why do I feel like these things are going to be a real pain later?"

Around the bloated monster, dozens of smaller orcs began to appear. But they weren't alive. Their skin was blackened, their eyes empty. They moved like the undead—slow, twisted, and twitching. Some were missing limbs. Others dragged broken weapons.

The Tainted Orc raised its club and let out a guttural, choking roar. The sound shook the floor and made the zombie-like orcs begin marching forward.

Asher didn't wait.

He stepped forward, calmly.

"Let's get this over with."

He dashed straight at the Tainted Orc, ready to handle the next battle alone.

The Tainted Orc roared again, the flesh on its chest rippling unnaturally. Its single, grotesque eyeball blinked once—and all the undead orcs around it jerked violently and rushed forward.

Asher didn't flinch.

He walked calmly, one hand resting lazily on the shaft of his Blood Rose Scythe, dragging the weapon behind him across the ground. Sparks flew from where the blade scraped stone.

Then he moved.

Fast.

In one second, he was gone from view—only to reappear in the center of the charging horde. His scythe spun in a wide arc.

The result was immediate.

Seven of the zombie orcs were cut clean in half. Black blood sprayed into the air, then sizzled into ash before it even hit the ground.

Another one lunged at him from behind, but Asher stepped aside smoothly and jabbed the scythe backward with one hand. The curved edge pierced through the undead's skull. It dropped instantly, twitching.

He didn't stop.

He began moving forward, cutting through wave after wave. His movements were efficient. Measured. There was no wasted energy—no flare, no dramatics. Just clean, brutal slaughter.

The Tainted Orc raised its huge club and slammed it down.

A shockwave burst across the floor, sending rubble and undead flying—but Asher wasn't there.

He was already in the air, directly above the beast's head.

The Tainted Orc looked up, its single eye widening.

Asher descended.

Not with a jump—but with a scythe-first dive.

The blade connected with the eye.

A wet, shrieking pop echoed across the floor as the massive eyeball was split clean in half.

The Tainted Orc roared in agony, staggering backward. Black fluid gushed from the ruined socket. It flailed its club, trying to strike him.

But Asher had already landed behind it.

He spun the scythe once, then whispered, "Blood Vein Carve."

The edge of the weapon glowed crimson.

With one clean horizontal slash, he cut deep across the creature's bloated back. Blood vessels within the beast burst. Black ichor sprayed everywhere, and the Orc stumbled forward, now barely able to stand.

Its undead minions kept coming—but it didn't matter.

Asher spun the scythe around in a slow circle and slammed its butt into the ground.