Infinite Mana Exorcist
Chapter 32: Mission Completed

Chapter 32: Mission Completed

The purple-haired boy stared at his screen, his eyes locked onto the glowing text that had just appeared before him.

It was a choice.

"The only way to save this character is to give him a job class?"

He exhaled sharply, placing a thoughtful hand beneath his chin as he scrolled through the long list of available classes. From the most common to the exceptionally rare, the options were vast. But if he was going to make a choice, it had to be something powerful—something that would stand out.

His fingers moved swiftly across the screen, bypassing the mundane selections, until he reached the rare section. His gaze darted from one skill to another, each boasting its own unique properties, but none quite caught his attention. That was until—

Soul Binder.

A deep frown settled on his face. He had played countless games before, but he had never seen a class called Soul Binder. It wasn’t one of those well-known or widely used job classes. In fact, it was completely foreign to him.

Yet, it was rare.

And rarity meant power.

Without hesitation, he clicked on the skill. The moment his fingertip pressed against the screen, another notification popped up.

[Thank you for your choice. You have successfully revived your character... This will come with a cost.]

His brows furrowed. A cost?

Before he could ponder further, the screen flickered, and the game continued.

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Asher’s consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion, the sensation of his life slipping away growing fainter with each passing second. Darkness had nearly consumed him entirely when, out of nowhere, warmth surged through his chest.

It started as a faint ember, barely noticeable. But then, it expanded. The heat grew, swirling within him like liquid fire, filling every nerve, every muscle, every vein.

’What’s happening? Am I... being revived?’

Ding!

[Soul Binder job class accepted.]

His eyes shot open.

At first, he felt weightless—then, in the blink of an eye, he was standing. His body, once broken and lifeless, was now mending itself before his very eyes. Bones realigned with sickening cracks, torn flesh stitched together by unseen forces, and his entire form underwent a grotesque yet miraculous reconstruction.

It was horrifying to witness, even for him.

But what truly sent a shiver down his spine was the ominous red mana spilling from his body. It wasn’t normal mana—no, it pulsed and writhed as though it were alive. The energy exuded a presence of its own, whispering in an unspoken language only he could feel.

’What the hell is this job class? Why does it feel so... unnatural?’

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp shriek.

His gaze snapped to the side. Fey and Nimora were still locked in battle with the beast, their movements sluggish, their exhaustion evident. Despite their relentless efforts, the monstrous Night Terror was still standing—albeit with only one of its grotesque heads remaining.

A new notification flashed before his eyes.

{Kill the Night Terror and claim its rewards.}

The words struck him like an instinctual command.

Before he even realized what he was doing, his arm extended. The Night Terror had begun its charge toward Fey and Nimora, its grotesque form surging forward like a force of nature.

Asher’s fingers clenched.

A flood of mana erupted from him—red, chaotic, and untamed. In an instant, a jagged bolt of crimson lightning shot forth from his palm, searing through the beast’s remaining head with terrifying precision.

The monstrous creature didn’t even have time to cry out.

Its massive form tumbled forward, slamming into the ground with a deafening thud.

Asher stood frozen.

’What?! How was my attack that fast?!’

His mind raced, his heart pounding in disbelief.

More notifications poured in.

{Congratulations, you have found a skill to support your infinite mana.}

{You have successfully slain the Level One Boss.}

{You have received rewards.}

{Soul Binder}

Bound Souls:

<One: Name Unknown>

[Level One Completed.]

The messages flooded his vision, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The sheer power he had just unleashed—it was overwhelming. Terrifying, even.

But there was no time to revel in it.

He turned his gaze toward the battlefield, taking in the destruction left in the wake of the battle. Debris scattered across the ruins, a grim testament to how relentless the Night Terror had been.

’This... this isn’t how the first level should be.’

The difficulty was far beyond what he remembered. Had the game changed? Or was it because they were in a different clan?

His red aura flickered and dissipated, and suddenly, his strength abandoned him. His knees buckled slightly, a wave of exhaustion threatening to pull him under.

"Asher!"

Fey’s voice pierced through his haze.

He looked up just in time to see her and Nimora rushing toward him. Nimora’s expression was unreadable, but from the way she gripped her weapon tightly, he had a feeling she wasn’t entirely pleased.

For a moment, it looked as though she might strike him. And she did—just not in the way he expected.

She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"You idiot!"

Her grip turned vice-like before her knee shot up, slamming hard into his gut.

Asher gasped, doubling over. "I—I deserve that."

Nimora scoffed, stepping back as Fey moved to help him up. "Take care of him. I’m going to check on the others."

Before she could move, however—

A distant rumbling echoed through the ruins.

The sound of hooves striking against unsteady debris grew louder, the rhythmic pounding resembling an approaching storm.

An entire escort team emerged from the dust. Armored figures on horseback, their presence commanding. Leading them was a woman atop a colossal, tiger-like beast with pristine white fur.

The Queen.

Melissa.

Despite the battle that had taken place, she bore no injuries. Her crimson dress was tainted with blood, but her expression remained composed—dangerously so.

The leader of the Iron Battalion, Raze, surveyed the scene, his gaze lingering on the Night Terror’s massive corpse. His eyes narrowed.

"You took a detour," he remarked, his voice laced with mild irritation. "No wonder we couldn’t find you. Fortunately, you’re still in one piece."

His stare darkened as it settled on the slain beast.

’This thing... would’ve required an entire squad to bring down. Yet, these children—’

Raze clenched his jaw.

’This is revolutionary.’

An awkward silence settled between the three Royal Bloods—Asher, Nimora, and Queen Melissa. None of them spoke, though the air between them felt thick with unspoken words.

Then, without a hint of warmth, Melissa’s sharp eyes locked onto Asher.

Her voice was devoid of emotion. "You will see me privately. Both of you."

No explanation. No elaboration. Just an order.

With that, she turned her white tiger beast and rode off.

Asher let out a slow, measured breath.

There was no use hiding now.

This could go either way.

And knowing his luck...

It wouldn’t be favorable.