Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus smirked slightly as he glanced at the fiery figure of the Dean blazing across the skies, the sheer intensity of his presence shaking the academy grounds. He knew well enough not to engage with someone of that level unnecessarily. The Dean was undoubtedly a Star Dominator, a rank Below Nebula Dominator.

"Let's go back, Zyth. The Dean looks furious," Elita said worriedly as she clutched his sleeve tightly.

"Sure, let's go," Aengus replied calmly, masking his thoughts behind a composed demeanor.

The two walked back toward their residence, the tension in the air still lingering from the Dean's rage. Within an hour, they were safely inside, but Aengus's mind was far from at ease.

He knew the Dean's search wouldn't end with him, and higher powerhouses might get involved soon. It was only a matter of time before someone capable of perceiving Void traces was brought in. Staying in Tiamat Academy any longer was a risk he couldn't afford.

His decision was made; he needed to leave. But not without knowing Exalted Hexagon's location.

Aengus went to the alleyway after summoning all his "subordinates" with a single command.

He waited patiently, and soon, the sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet night.

Olivia, Elena, and eight others who were nearby arrived and stood before him obediently.

They were hesitant, their eyes full of fear and apprehension, but none dared defy his will.

"You have come... Very good," Aengus said in his original form, exuding an aura of power and authority.

"Your Excellency, do you need something from us?" Elena asked, standing beside Olivia, her voice trembling slightly.

The others shared the same curiosity, though none spoke.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to know if you have any news about Exalted Hexagon—the Great Seeker of Space," Aengus inquired, his gaze sweeping across the group.

The ten individuals exchanged glances before a young man dressed in expensive garments stepped forward hesitantly.

"Your Excellency, I believe he is in Black Horse Constellation," the young man said cautiously.

Aengus raised an eyebrow. The location was suspiciously close to the Degaro family territory in the Xenia Domain (Galaxy)

"And where did you hear this from?" Aengus asked, wanting to confirm the source.

"My father mentioned it once, Your Excellency. He is a prominent businessman in the Xenia Domain," the young man replied truthfully, keeping his eyes low on the ground.

Aengus scrutinized the young man's words, using his Sovereign Eyes to verify their truth.

Satisfied, he nodded.

"Master, danger! Leave quickly!"

Suddenly, Manas warned him with an urgent red alert, her premonition ability kicking in.

"Plop!"

Aengus reacted instantly. The moment Manas sounded her warning, he vanished into the Void, leaving behind only a faint ripple in the air.

"Scatter!" he commanded telepathically to his subordinates before his form dissolved entirely.

The group barely had time to process his words before a blinding explosion of energy tore through the alleyway. Flames and shadows danced wildly as a few figures descended, their presence suffocating.

The Dean of Tiamat Academy stood firm, his expression calm but his presence commanding. Beside him stood a bald man with serene features—the Exalted Diviner—and an old man with sharp, piercing eyes radiating an overwhelming aura.

"We missed that evil creature again," the Dean muttered. Turning to the bald man, he asked, "Exalted Diviner, can you trace him back?"

The bald man seemed unconcerned, almost as if it were a trivial matter. "No one escapes Fate, Respectable Dean. Give me a moment," the Diviner replied with confidence, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closing as he began to concentrate.

Meanwhile, the old man strode toward the group of frightened students—Olivia, Elena, and the others—his steps echoing with power.

"Speak!" he thundered, his voice like the roar of a collapsing star. "What did he say to you? What is your connection to that vile creature?"

The air itself trembled under the vast weight of his aura, his presence pressing down on the group like a tidal wave. The very world of Tiamat seemed to shudder in fear, as though acknowledging the might of someone who could destroy stars as easily as plucking flowers.

Olivia and the others gasped for air, their faces pale and their eyes bloodshot under the suffocating pressure. Yet, none of them could utter a word. To speak the truth would mean certain death.

The old man's gaze narrowed. His fury swelled as no one answered, and with a mere flicker of his aura, one of the boys collapsed lifelessly, his body unable to withstand the pressure.

Frowning, the old man's eyes began to glow faintly, scanning the trembling students—not just their bodies but their very essence and souls.

His expression softened ever so slightly as he muttered, "Oh, poor souls... you're all soul-bound. I should have known."

He sighed, a faint trace of regret flickering in his sharp eyes. Yet, the dead boy lying before him elicited no sympathy.

Retracting his oppressive aura, the old man went near the remaining students, his tone shifting to a disturbingly gentle one.

"Do not fear," he said softly to another boy. "I will free you from this curse."

His words, though kind, carried an ominous finality.

The old man focused his gaze on the boy's soul, his hands glowing with energy as he attempted to pry away the soul-binding curse. However, the process failed catastrophically.

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The boy's lifeless body slumped to the ground at the old man's feet, his eyes wide open in disbelief. He had died not at the hands of the enemy but by the actions of his own people.

"What a fascinating Soul Binding Technique," the old man muttered with a mix of irritation and intrigue, as though dissecting a new puzzle.

Olivia, Elena, and the others stared at him with sheer terror, their faces pale, their bodies trembling.

The Dean, sensing the growing fear and chaos, stepped forward quickly.

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"Senior, perhaps it would be best to stop," he suggested, his voice steady but firm. "We should call someone specializing in the Law of Curses or Hexes. Only they might have the expertise to remove such an intricate soul binding."

The old man nodded reluctantly. "Yes, that would be for the best. I'm not particularly skilled in dealing with souls. Also, summon Escanor and see if he can revive these poor souls. Perhaps they can still be of use." His tone was detached, almost indifferent, as though death meant little to him.

Suddenly, a wet, choking sound shattered the moment.

"Pfft... Blurgh!"

All eyes turned to the Diviner, who was now bleeding profusely from his seven orifices. He swayed, coughing violently, his face pale as ash.

The Dean rushed to his side, his concern evident. "Exalted Diviner, what's happening?"

The bald man wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes wide with fear. "Cough! I... I have failed miserably, Dean. That man's fate is beyond my comprehension. It's as if his existence itself defies the very threads of destiny. I dare not probe further. Please, find someone else!"

Without waiting for a response, the Diviner stumbled away, leaving hastily, as though merely remaining in the presence of the entity they sought would bring him harm.

The Dean and the old man exchanged troubled glances.

"Even the Diviner failed to see through him," the Dean muttered. "What sort of anomaly have we encountered today?"

The old man's expression turned grim. "This isn't just an anomaly. This is a threat. If this creature can defy even the laws of Fate, we might be dealing with something far beyond our expectations."

Turning to the Dean, he said in a grave tone, "Belrox, it's time to gather everyone. The council needs to convene immediately. This case must be addressed with utmost seriousness."

"Yes, Senior," the Dean replied, his voice equally heavy.