My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!-Chapter 31: The Outcast Special Member

Asher rose to his full height and adjusted his coat, his expression sincere.

He was anxious about the bold claim he had just made, offering something he didn't even know was possible… raising dragons.

But his subclass wasn't anything close to that.

He was just an Advanced Necromancer and Lord of Draconic Souls, it didn't state if he coul raise dead dragons, but he wasn't sure if he could also control them.

It had to mean something. At the very least, something tied to dragons and their souls. Perhaps he could do more than what an ordinary Necromancer could.

The horned lady's grip on her staff tightened, her gaze turning sharp, like a needle searching for lies. When she found none, she frowned.

"Follow me."

Asher nodded. He waited for her to turn before calling out to his soldiers in his mind.

"Handle the raid until it's over. Hold your positions, and don't let any of them step into the dungeon."

They chorused their affirmations silently and returned to battle, which was a relief.

He shifted his attention back to the horned lady, who had already started walking deeper into the dungeon.

Just as he took his first step forward, his communicator buzzed in his ear.

He could hear the background noise of shrieking, blades clashing against hardened skin, and heavy panting before Sinnett's voice came through, irritated.

"Where the hell are you, Asher?"

"Busy," Asher answered flatly.

"We're literally in the middle of a fight."

"Handle it."

Sinnett cursed under his breath. Then, before he could say more, Naomi's voice cut in from her communicator.

"I'll go after him."

Asher frowned. Naomi? Volunteering?

It annoyed him that he couldn't refuse without raising suspicions. And he knew, Naomi never involved herself unless there was something to gain.

The horned woman, who had been walking ahead, glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. "Another one?"

Asher rolled his shoulders. "Ignore her. She's just a nuisance."

The woman studied him for a moment. She wondered why he was irritated by a girl who simply offered to follow him, it seemed like a kind gesture.

But the way his demeanor changed at Naomi's name told her something else.

If Asher didn't hate Naomi, then he certainly disliked her enough to watch her cry in agony without a second thought.

Naomi's amused chuckle interrupted her thoughts as she stepped into the dungeon's entrance, probably laughing at something someone had said.

Her golden eyes glowed faintly, as she waved at the horned lady before walking over to Asher, smiling.

For some reason, she was acting unusually… pleasant. Too pleasant.

The horned woman eyed Naomi warily but didn't comment. Instead, she continued leading them forward.

Asher observed his surroundings as they walked.

The deeper they moved, the stranger the space became.

The walls weren't just stone, they pulsed with energy. Occasionally, flickering runes glowed before fading away, something he had read about before.

Asher broke the silence when he spoke up. "Tell me something. What exactly are these dungeons? And how did they appear?"

The horned woman didn't look back. "Dungeons are not truly of this world," she said.

"Simply put, they are gates between worlds that have distorted, turning into worlds between worlds." She gestured at a rune that resembled a key before it vanished.

"Some dungeons are created from the remnants of ancient battles..."

"With the corpses of forgotten beings and relics combined, when they are planted, the ground rejects them. This rejection turns them into weeds, which then merge with any hard substance around, like a rock, eventually creating a dungeon."

Asher frowned. He found the explanation stupid. It didn't even make sense. So he decided to break it down.

"So you're saying people could create dungeons by mixing a fossil, a shard of a dead great soldier, and mana, turning them into seeds and planting them? That's it?"

She shrugged. "If you wanted to break it down for an infant, then yes, that's a good way to put it."

She paused, glancing at Asher to see his reaction, but he was too lost in thought to even register her words.

Instead, she shifted her gaze to Naomi, who was simply staring at Asher, with her arms coiled around his.

"Anyway, they come in three types," she continued.

"Matured Dungeons–old, but still growing. Supreme Dungeons—powerful, capable of bending reality itself. And then there are the Seats."

Asher tilted his head. "Seats?"

She nodded. "Seats are… different. They are the core of something greater. Some say they are pieces of a lost empire, remnants of a war so great that even the gods turned away from it."

Asher hummed. "And this dungeon?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"This one," she said, "is on the brink of becoming a Seat."

The horned woman didn't stop walking, but her tone suddenly became colder. "They weren't always here. They were brought here."

Naomi finally raised an eyebrow. "Brought? By who?"

"Not who," she corrected. "What."

She gestured ahead, and the tunnel finally opened into a massive field, one unlike anything Asher had ever seen.

The ground was covered in blue sand that glowed faintly beneath their feet. At the center of the field stood a massive tree, similar to an oak.

Its bark was as dark as the night sky, without stars, without the moon. Its branches stretched far, close to the height of the tree itself.

Asher's eyes widened.

In his nineteen years and ten months of life, he had never seen anything so beautiful.

The sand was like crushed sapphire. The tree itself resembled a black rose with violet leaves. And above it, in the sky, hung a ring-shaped blue moon.

"This is the heart of the dungeon," the horned woman said. "This is what brought it, and the other dragons, here after we fled."

Before Asher could respond, movement at the base of the massive tree caught his attention. A figure stepped out of the tree's shadow and into the light.

Instantly, Asher recognized it.

It was the other shadow. The taller one.

Up close, she was taller than the woman leading them but not quite as tall as Asher. She carried a bow in her hand, and icy dark horns surrounded by black flames, or rather, shadows, rose from her head.

However, what struck Asher the most wasn't her aura.

It was the pin that held her cloak together.

It was the Outcast Guild's symbol. And as the wind pushed the fabric aside, he caught a glimpse of the same symbol on the back of her cloak.

He froze. "No way. She's the special kid Veylan spoke of."

Naomi frowned. She took a step forward and realization hit her almost immediately.

"Wait… you mean that filt...i mean that tiny kid is....."

Before she could finish, Asher immediately

lost focus.

A red system screen appeared before him.

[Error: Unknown entity detected, Assumed Dragon.]

[Analyzing...]

[Data retrieved.]