MY MENTOR CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS
Elias Vane is known as the weakest apprentice in Wintervale Sanctum—lazy, harmless, and barely talented enough to pass his mana assessment. His mentor, Archmage Nia Frostvale, has spent three years trying to turn him into a proper mage.
Then she hears his thoughts.
Elias is not weak. He is hiding a terrifying amount of power, an ancient past, and an Idle Ascension System that makes him stronger even when he does absolutely nothing. To avoid divine attention, he pretends to be ordinary. Unfortunately for him, Nia can now hear every secret he tries to bury.
As sacred beasts recognize him, demons fear him, and forgotten gods begin to move, Elias’s quiet life collapses one misunderstanding at a time. Nia wants answers. Elias wants naps. The world may need a savior neither of them wants him to become.
A comedic LitRPG fantasy about a hidden powerhouse, a suspicious mentor, level-ups, ancient secrets, and the most dangerous student pretending to be useless.
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Chapter: Chapter163:First Demon, Respectably TerribleRiding a Pillar-class Disorder dragon across the Nethersea should have been the most terrifying experience of Elias's life.It ranked somewhere below hearing Nia say, "I made breakfast," but above being asked to attend an Archon budget meeting.The sea beneath them did not have waves. It had arguments. Vast black currents folded over one another, each carrying fragments of dead laws, abandoned prophecies, unborn colors, and once, alarmingly, what appeared to be a screaming cathedral.Elias watched it pass beneath the dragon's wing."We are not adopting that," he said.The small blue girl looked at him."No."A pause."Not even if it follows us."The cathedral sank with a disappointed chime.Far behind them, the lesser Disorder beings crept along the safe edge, refusing to come closer and refusing to admit curiosity was stronger than fear. Elias could feel them watching.He ignored them.What drew his attention was the boat.A narrow wooden skiff drifted below, trapped inside a ring of
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Chapter: Chapter162:He Married the AbyssThe color stopped.That was the problem.If it had attacked, the semi-Disorder beings would have understood. If it had devoured the coast, melted the sky, or rewritten everyone present into philosophical pudding, that would have been alarming but expected.Instead, the Pillar-class Disorder paused like a woman on a crowded street hearing a familiar voice.Itaros forgot to flee.Veyr's wings folded into themselves so many times he became a nervous knot.Elias stood inside the mound of entities trying to rescue him and looked faintly inconvenienced."You are crushing my sleeve."No one released him.Across the Nethersea, the colors gathered, condensed, and shaped themselves into a figure small enough to fit in a mortal room. Blue motes formed hair. Pale light formed a face. Her eyes were calm, almost empty, but when she looked at Elias, the vastness behind her became careful.Nia's other soul-fragment raised one hand.Not a wave. Not quite.A recognition."See?" Elias said. "She is list
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Chapter: Chapter161:A Pillar of DisorderThe Disorder Abyss did not welcome visitors.That was one of the few sensible things about it.Elias stepped across the border of the Nethersea in a black cloak that swallowed even divine light, and his body immediately objected to the decision. Every bone remembered that bones were an agreement. Every breath reminded him that breathing required the world to believe in lungs. His soul tightened like a hand around a blade.Beyond the shore lay a place where law came apart politely at first, then with enthusiasm.Elias looked across the dark tide and sighed."Still unpleasant," he said.[Idle Ascension System]You entered a hostile metaphysical environment.Existence Stability +1.You complained without turning back.Dignity +1."Do not encourage me," Elias muttered.He had come for the Origin King. Not Yara, who had become a separate and entirely inconvenient person in Wintervale, but the other half of that ancient soul - the loud, proud, foolish version who had vanished into the lower rea
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Chapter: Chapter160:My Luckiest WaitThe candle shop held more silence than dust.Elias crossed the room slowly. He did not want to frighten the part of Nia that was remembering. He did not want to push the soul that had just stitched itself back together. He did not want to lose another version of the woman before him by trying to claim which one was real.Nia watched him approach."I remember waiting," she said. "Not here. Not only here. At the border. On the road. In storms. In dreams that were not dreams.""I am sorry.""For what?"He laughed once, softly and without humor."That list is long enough to require binding."She tilted her head."You blame yourself for the road being lonely.""I was not there.""Part of me was not there either.""That is not comforting.""It is true."Yara remained by the door, silent now. Even she understood this was not a place for cleverness.Nia reached toward a shelf and picked up a small candle shaped like a crooked star. It was ugly, uneven, and clearly made by someone with more si
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Chapter: Chapter159:The Thing on Her HeadElias returned to Wintervale at noon with Yara, one torn piece of Origin King's cloak, three impossible measurements, and the distinct feeling that his life had developed new ways to punish initiative.The tower was intact.That worried him.The practice yard was not.That reassured him in a depressing way.Several elemental spirits huddled in the fountain. Cinder Vale sat on the ground surrounded by cookie-shaped snowflakes, looking like a woman who had dueled philosophy and lost.Elias looked around."Where is Nia?"All spirits pointed west.Yara crouched beside Cinder. "What happened?"Cinder lifted a trembling hand. In her palm lay one blue hair.Elias stared.The entire courtyard became cold."Whose hair is that?"The elemental spirits hugged each other.One whispered, "It was the thing on Mistress Nia's head."Elias closed his eyes."You pulled the cowlick."Cinder tried to stand. "In my defense-""There is no defense. There is only paperwork and survival."Yara took the hair wi
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Chapter: Chapter158:The Price of Taming a DragonThe price of taming a dragon, Elias discovered, was paperwork. "You are not taming me," Nia said. "I did not say that aloud." "Your face did." "My face is being persecuted." The paperwork in question covered Nia's new condition: partial integration with a Disorder-born soul, active Forbidden Dragon bloodline, unstable spatial reactions during sneezes, and the possibility that strong emotions might briefly convince reality to be decorative. Andrew wanted reports. The council wanted safety rules. The kitchens wanted compensation for the three crates of strawberries that had become tiny philosophical crabs. Nia wanted breakfast. Elias wanted to go back to bed for approximately seventy years. [Idle Ascension System]You considered responsible rest.Common Sense +1.You rejected it.Common Sense -1.Net gain: embarrassing. "Even the system has become judgmental," Elias muttered. "Good," Nia said. "Someone has to help me." Over the next several days, Wintervale adjusted to the new N
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I Awakened the World's Worst Class, Then Became Unstoppable
Ethan Su awakened what everyone called the worst Class in history: Farmer.
E-rank talent. No combat power. No future.
At least, that was what everyone believed.
What they didn’t know was that Ethan’s Farmer Class was Unique—and Evolvable. His crops had a perfect survival rate. His harvests multiplied tenfold. His abilities could evolve. And inside his territory, even powerful enemies could not touch him.
In a post-apocalyptic world where monsters roam beyond the walls and real food has nearly vanished, Ethan’s “useless” Class becomes something priceless. His first cabbage sells for a fortune, and suddenly corporations, powerful families, and Awakened elites begin paying attention.
But money is only the beginning.
As Ethan gathers Evolution Energy, unlocks stronger abilities, expands his territory, and rises through the ranks, the Farmer everyone mocked begins turning barren land into his domain—and weakness into absolute power.
They laughed when he awakened the world’s worst Class.
Soon, they will learn that this Farmer is unstoppable.
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Chapter: Chapter 155: A Forest of CagesEthan didn't step out the way he'd gone in. He peered.Two old men walked out of the command center and stopped on the scorched ground where he'd been standing a heartbeat before. Both had hair gone completely white. The taller one carried himself like a man who'd stopped having to prove anything a century ago. The other was raw around the edges, trembling with something that wasn't cold.Ethan went still, then placed them.After he'd killed Zhenhai Gu, Chairman Tang had spelled it out for him. The Gu family still had two of their own on this battlefield. One was the old ancestor, who'd outlived every rule of age. The other was Zhenhai's own father — Tian Gu. Tian Gu was the deputy commander here, the one who held the center. The old man beside him was Fang Gu, the ancestor, who rarely sat in the command post at all; he roamed the lines by himself, killing Aberrations for sport.So they'd recognized him. Of course they had. They wanted him dead.Ethan smiled, thin and cold, and didn't
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Chapter: Chapter 154: The Shield That Should Have FallenEthan Su had outfitted his two lieutenants for trouble. Not just voice-transmission talismans, either. He'd pressed teleport talismans, thousand-mile teleport talismans, anything that might buy them a breath, into Heng Zhang's and Qingwu Feng's hands before the three groups split.He couldn't draw a single talisman himself. Every one of them was loot from the battlefield pocket, and every use burned one for good. But a talisman was cheap if it kept somebody alive, and right now that was the only math that mattered.They split for the same reason Heng Zhang couldn't move three hundred thousand soldiers in one lump. A force that big moved like a rumor through dry grass — the Aberrations smelled it before it got within a hundred li. So the leaders took the fast, quiet jobs. Heng Zhang picked five hundred elites for the northwest. Ethan took five hundred Dark Guards for the southeast. Qingwu Feng took five hundred of her own guards for the northeast.The rest — the hundreds of thousands —
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Chapter: Chapter 153: The Second Rift. Space CrystalThey walked for two days.The flowers gave way to grass. The grass gave way to trees. The trees gave way, on the morning of the second day, to something that none of them had expected.A mountain.It was not the black, splintered, burnt-out wreck that the rest of the pocket had become. It was green. It was alive. Peach blossoms covered its lower slopes in a solid sheet of pink. Higher up, the colors shifted to white and gold and purple, layer on layer, a garden that had grown without a war for a hundred years. The grass at their feet was soft. It bent under their boots and sprang back. It had not done that anywhere else on the battlefield.Heng Zhang stopped.He took off his helmet. He looked around."Since the rifts opened," he said. "I have not seen anything that grew this normal. Not one thing."Ethan did not answer. He was looking at the mountain with a different kind of attention.It was good soil.It was the best soil he had felt in this pocket. It was the kind of soil a farmer
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Chapter: Chapter 152: What a Place. Fortune EverywhereThe soldiers kept coming.Ethan stood at the line and watched another wave of them drift out of the flowers, and he did some very fast arithmetic. He had fifty thousand Elite Guard in the field now. That was his ceiling. That was as many as he could afford to keep alive and fed and housed and paid for. He could not buy more. He did not have money to burn on an army he would have to maintain for the rest of his life.He was going to have to solve this without buying bodies.A small hand touched his sleeve."Dad." Qingwu's voice was soft. She had flowers in her hair. She had blood on her knees from where she had been pulling stems out of the dirt. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Can I try?"Ethan looked down at her. "You have something?""I have Soothe." She said it the way a child says the name of a spell she knows by heart. "It calms people down when they're confused or angry. I have Purify too. It clears bad feelings. It wakes people up."Ethan stared at her.It was the exact a
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Chapter: Chapter 151: The Spirit-Potion IngredientEthan took the flower out of Qingwu's hand.He turned it over. He looked at the stem. He looked at the petals. He breathed.He knew this one.Resource class. Second year. The instructor had held up a dried specimen in a glass case and told the lecture hall that half the things on the battlefield were useful. Not just the Aberrations. The plants. The rocks. The water. Half of them were ingredients. Half of them were currencies. You picked the right thing off the dirt and you carried it to an official exchange and you came back with credits, and credits bought you equipment, credits bought you pills, credits bought you a future.This one was Black Soul Flower.Brewed correctly by an Alchemist, it became a spirit potion. Twenty points of spirit power per dose. No upper limit. You drank as many as you wanted.Ethan looked at the meadow.He looked at the meadow again.The meadow was enormous. It stretched from one end of his vision to the other. It was wall-to-wall Black Soul Flower.He di
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Chapter: Chapter 150: The Mysterious SpaceThe walk to the Southwest took five days on foot.Ethan was not in a hurry. The Southwest had fallen. The dead were already dead. Walking faster would not bring them back. Walking slower would give him time to see what the pocket had actually become.Without the snow, he could see it.There were no plants. The soil was not black. It was the color of rust and old iron, and it smelled like turned earth and blood, and when he knelt and rubbed it between his fingers he understood. It was blood-soaked. Not a film of it. Saturation. The top layer of the ground was the color of human life. He let the dirt fall. It ran through his fingers and settled back into the field, and he did not brush his hand clean until he was sure he had gotten all of it off.Corpses lay everywhere. Soldiers. Aberrations. Somewhere in a dip off to his left, a pile of monster dead rose like a low hill, and flies were already moving on it. He recognized a uniform sleeve half-buried at the base of the hill. He did not
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