My Milf System-Chapter 245 - 253. A thousand gods

"A C-rank?!"

Derrick’s voice thundered through the classroom as the assessing crystal dimmed back to neutral. "How the hell haven’t I leveled up?! After all that nonstop training?!"

"Nonstop?" Adrian shot him a look, one eyebrow raised. "You mean the one push-up you do before bed?" He deadpanned, squinting like he was trying to see the logic in Derrick’s words. "Yeah... you’re a warrior, bro."

The classroom exploded with laughter. Derrick’s shoulders slumped. His bravado? Gone. And the loudest laugh came from the one girl who could absolutely crush his pride.

Natalie.

He could still hear her venomous whisper from the other night, the one that played on a loop in his head ever since he’d tried to end things with her.

"You’re basically my fuck toy, Derrick. If I get horny, I’ll come to you. So stop being a little bitch, and fuck me like a real man."

He remembered how red-hot his anger had been that night. He’d thrown every ounce of frustration into her, fucking her with hard thrusts, sweat flying, trying to prove himself as man enough. But after her second orgasm, he was the one gasping for air, twitching in bed. Then she rode him like a queen over a broken horse until he passed out. Now here she was, laughing at him in front of everyone. Again. His jaw clenched.

He stepped aside, burning, making room for others to get assessed.

Then came Brian. He sauntered up with crumbs on his shirt and a cookie still in hand. He didn’t care about the eyes on him—his mouth was full, and he was humming some offbeat tune, looking laid back as hell. Like he didn’t have a care in the world.

He strolled up to the assessment crystal, still chewing, and gave a small wave to Madam Sarah before he casually slapped his sugar-coated palm on the crystal.

The orb shimmered... and then glowed bright green.

The room went silent. And then—

"Wait—he ranked up?"

"No freakin’ way. Brian’s a C-rank now?!"

"He’s the second male C-rank in class!"

Madam Sarah gave a rare smile. "Good job, Brian," she said, genuinely impressed.

Brian turned, wiping his hands on his pants, his round face plastered with a smug grin, looming at the class, particularly his loser friends. "Well... looks like I leveled up. Unlike some of you."

That smirk on his face sent Adrian twitching in rage. "This—this is ridiculous! You never even train!!"

"Exactly!!" Derrick chimed in like a sore sidekick. "This isn’t fair! He eats more than he moves!"

Even Asher, arms crossed, furrowed his brows in curiosity.

Madam Sarah sighed dramatically and walked over to the assessment table. She sat on its edge with the elegance of someone tired of explaining the obvious. Legs crossed, chin lifted, she looked over the class like a queen addressing fools.

"Let’s clear this up," she said. "Brian earned the favor of a minor god called the God of Gluttony."

The classroom erupted into whispers.

"The what now?" "There’s a God of Gluttony? I thought there was just Veyra..."

Asher raised a brow. "Wait. I thought Veyra was the only deity that mattered in this world?"

Madam Sarah smiled, brushing her dark hair over one shoulder. "Veyra is the supreme goddess of grace here. But there are countless gods across the realms. Thousands, in fact. Some powerful, some petty. There’s the god of Lust. Death. Poverty. Underworld. And yes... Gluttony.

Even Cursed Toenails, I think—don’t quote me on that. You guys should know about this, but because you never bother to read books at the library, you’ll never learn."

Asher blinked. There were thousand gods?

In his past life, religions were limited to a handful. This? This was something else.

Brian wiped his hands on his pants. "So, the god of food likes me? Hah. Figures."

"Exactly," Sarah said. "That obsession of yours? Your strength with bone weapons instead of swords? That’s no coincidence."

"Because bones are part of food?" Adrian snapped. "You gotta be kidding me!"

Sarah laughed. "That’s precisely it. There are infinite ways to grow strong. Brian’s just happens to be through gluttony. And Brian, I suggest you visit the school’s library. Learn how to form a proper bond with your patron. Who knows? You may become unstoppable."

Brian sighed. "Books? Ehh..."

He hated reading. Still, he couldn’t help but think of that bacon-lettuce dish Asher once made. If the god of gluttony liked rare meals, maybe there was something worth reading after all. Secret recipes to some delicious desserts maybe? With that, he went to sit down, his mouth watering, wondering what recipes he might find.

"Next!" Madam Sarah clapped, and students kept filing forward.

A few no-names got assessed. D-rank, E-rank, even an F. The air sagged with disappointment.

Then came the final name on the list.

Asher stepped forward.

He raised a hand as he stepped toward the crystal. "I’ll be honest," he said casually. "I’m already S-rank. There’s really no need to touch the crystal."

The room hissed in response.

"He thinks he’s S-rank now?"

"Just ’cause he luckily beat Lorraine? Come on!"

Madam Sarah tilted her head, still perched on the desk in front of the crystal, and subtly shifted her position—uncrossing her legs just enough to part them slightly, revealing the smooth line beneath her skirt. She watched Asher’s gaze flicker downward, right where she wanted it. Her thighs tingled with a ticklish thrill. Exhibitionism wasn’t new to her, but the idea of him seeing her this way? In front of the other students? It made her wet.

She licked her lips. One of these days, she’d work up the nerve to ask him to watch each other while they masturbate like what they did the other day. She hadn’t quite gathered the courage yet. But she would. Soon.

"Asher," she said smoothly, "everyone touches the crystal. That’s the whole point of this assessment."

Asher rolled his eyes and, without warning, he stepped forward, placed his hands under her armpits, and lifted her clean off the desk like she weighed nothing. Muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he gently set her aside.

The class gawked.

Adrian muttered, "Show-off..."

"You shouldn’t be near the crystal when it reacts," Asher said smoothly, "you might get hurt."

Madam Sarah blinked, heat rising to her cheeks. "W-what are you—"

But before she could finish, Asher placed his hand on the crystal.

BOOM.

Red light blasted through the classroom. The crystal didn’t just glow—it shattered, shards spraying across the room like exploding glass.

Chaos.

Madam Sarah stumbled, catching herself on a student’s desk. "By the goddess..."

Lorraine trembled. He surpassed me? No... with that explosion, he surpassed even her mother—Liloth, a known S-rank. He had just... destroyed the measuring crystal, something her mother had never done.

Asher exhaled, unbothered. "Told you it’d be messy."

Adrian clenched his fists, jealousy on his face. Kira gave up altogether. There was no way of catching up to Asher or Lorraine now.

Anna, however, stared at Asher like he was the second coming of the sun god. She clutched her chest. "I have to aclothese to him soon."

A sharp cry broke the silence.

"Aaaahhh!! My shoulder!!"

It was one of the nobodies. An average boy with a forgettable face. "My shoulder... it’s killing me!"

Madam Sarah rushed over. "Shit! A shard hit him. Deep puncture. Someone call the school healers!"

"There’s no need," Asher said calmly. "I caused it. I’ll fix it."

He reached into his inventory. A scalpel flicked into his hand from thin air.

"A... knife?!" Sarah stammered. "Why are you carrying that at school?!"

"Bros—hold him down," Asher ordered.

Without hesitation, his squad moved. Brian literally sat on the guy’s legs. Derrick and Adrian grabbed his arms. Kira held his head firm.

"What are you doing to me?! Are you insane?!"

Asher stuffed his clean handkerchief into the boy’s mouth before he tore his blood-stained uniform apart to see the wound on his shoulder. Without hesitation, he sliced the meat on the boy’s wound, shoving it deep to take off the shard of the crystal that had driven deep into him. The boy struggled and tried to scream but all that came out were his muffled sounds from the gag. All he could do now was let tears fall from his eyes freely. Once he removed the shard of glass from the boy, Asher retrieved a healing potion from his item box, other students wondering what that was, the others commenting on how weird the bottle looked, speculating it might be some sort of harmful poison.

Removing the gag from the boy, he put the potion on his mouth and made him drink it. It worked almost instantly, and healing such wounds was a small task for it. The boy’s skin closed like he hadn’t had a wound at all and the pain dulled.

Asher stood up. "Let him go. "

The boy stood shakily. But his uniform was ruined.

Asher reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of gold coins—six or maybe ten, no one could tell. "Buy yourself a new one."

The boy’s eyes widened. "T-this is a teacher’s monthly salary! I can’t—"

"Then leave it there. I’m sure they’ll take it." He nodded at the students eyeing the coins.

They lunged. The boy scooped them quickly, but a few coins were grabbed by others.

The entire class stared at Asher with stunned admiration.

"Oh... he’s so cool."

"I know, right!.."

"I’d marry him right now..."

Even Madam Sarah crossed her legs again, subtly squeezing them together. This boy... he made her feel hot all over.

She cleared her throat. "Ahem... Lesson resumes. Open your scrolls to Chapter four."

But no one was really focused. All anyone could think about...

Was Asher.

TBC

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