The scent of simmering pots and freshly chopped vegetables filled the air, Ren sat at his desk, pretending to listen to the teacher's droning lecture on "The Art of Perfectly Folding Laundry." But his eyes were glued to the holographic status screen hovering in front of him, invisible to everyone else.

Name: Ren Arakawa

Level: [1]

Blessing: Yandere Believer

Sex: Male

[Attributes]

STR (Strength): 2

AGI (Agility): 2

VIT (Vitality): 3

INT (Intelligence): 4

CHAR (charm): 10

[Skills]

Heartsteal - [Level 1]

Ren sighed inwardly. The class was unusually quiet today—no giggles, no whispers from the girls. In fact, there were no girls at all. Every female student had been herded off to the gym for their "real" training, leaving the boys to learn domestic skills that felt more like an afterthought.

After all, most of them would either work as bag carriers or other minor jobs, while females would do all the important jobs. In a way, they were their to provide semen and provide entertainment to women.

"Alright, boys," the teacher, a skinny man named Mr. Harlan, boomed as he demonstrated how to whisk eggs without spilling a drop. "Remember, a good husband supports his empowered wife by keeping the home spotless. Now, who can tell me the best way to iron a blouse?"

The other guys mumbled responses, scribbling notes like obedient puppies. But Ren wasn't paying attention. In his mind, he was chatting with Luxy, the ethereal voice that had become his constant companion since awakening his bizarre blessing.

"Luxy," Ren whispered under his breath, careful not to let anyone hear. "About the other day... you know, with that premature... issue. Was it because of my low Strength, Agility, or Vitality? I mean, my stats are pretty crappy in those areas."

Luxy's voice echoed in his head, soft and teasing like a mischievous fairy. "Oh, boy, always so direct. Honestly, I have no idea. It could be all of them messing with your... performance. Low STR might mean you lack endurance, AGI could affect your control, and VIT? Well, that's your overall stamina. Who knows? The only way to find out is by increasing them and testing it out yourself."

Ren's looked disappointed about it. "How am I supposed to increase my attributes anyway?"

Luxy chuckled lightly. "Simple, darling. You'll get skill points when you level up. And to level up? You need to absorb Heavenly Waste—the stuff that creates dungeons and empowers these girls. It's like cosmic trash from the heavens, but packed with power. Hunt it down, absorb it, and boom—stronger you."

Ren muttered to himself, glancing around the classroom. "I can't do any of that sitting here learning how to bake cookies. This is pointless."

Without hesitation, he raised his hand. "Mr. Harlan, I'm feeling sick. Can I go to the infirmary?"

The teacher paused, his whisk mid-air. He gave Ren a knowing look—the assault incident from the other day was still fresh in everyone's minds. "Of course, dear. Take it easy. We all know you've been through a lot."

Ren grabbed his bag and slipped out, the door clicking shut behind him. As he walked down the empty hallway, whispers from passing staff reached his ears. "Did you hear? Mila... she committed suicide last night. Poor girl."

Ren froze, his heart skipping a beat. Mila—the one who had attacked him in a fit of rage. "She didn't have to do that," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Was she mentally unstable even before all this? Damn, this world is messed up."

Shaking off the shock, he wandered aimlessly, pondering his next move. How was he supposed to find Heavenly Waste? Luxy hadn't given him any specific goals or anything. Then, a distant roar of cheers and explosions caught his ear—coming from the gym area. That's where the girls were having their lessons.

Curiosity piqued, Ren crept toward the massive double doors. He cracked one open just a sliver and peeked inside. His jaw dropped.

Hundreds of girls filled the enormous gym, some topless as they channeled raw energy through their bodies, sweat glistening under the bright lights. They were training their powers—blasts of fire, gusts of wind, telekinetic lifts—while incorporating them into sports and drills.

One girl hurled a basketball that exploded into flames mid-air while her boobs bounced up and down, another dodged tennis balls with superhuman speed while her clothes were ripping apart.

*Holy crap,*

Ren thought, monologuing in his head as he always did.

'The gym at Aether High is one of the biggest rooms I've ever seen. It takes up half the main building! But yeah, they need it this big. From the outside, this place looks like a normal high school, but it's all about honing the powers girls awaken. Boys? We're just an afterthought. 'Hey, why not teach them cooking and housework while we're at it?'

No one noticed him yet—everyone was too focused on their training. Ren slipped inside, sneaking to a shadowed corner behind some bleachers. He sat down, eyes scanning the chaos. His gaze naturally drifted to his classmates; they seemed like the easiest targets to approach with his Heartsteal skill.

"Luxy," he whispered mentally. "What do you think? Any good powers here?"

Her voice responded eagerly. "Oh, plenty. But don't waste your time on just good ones, Ren. Go for the overpowered abilities—the ones that scream 'game-changer.' Once you collect a bunch, you can mix them, fuse them into something extraordinary. Something that could even harm the Goddess herself. That's your ultimate goal, remember? Overthrow my divine mother so I can go back to heaven. It stinks here with all the divine waste."

Ren nodded, a determined glint in his eye. "Got it. No small fry."

His attention locked onto a heated 3 vs. 3 volleyball match on the far court. It looked like seniors playing, but one face stood out—a girl with her dark hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing tight gym shorts that hugged her athletic figure and a shirt clinging to her sweat-soaked body, accentuating every curve.

It was Lan Meiling, his classmate. *What's she doing with the seniors?* Ren wondered.

The game answered that quickly. One girl served the ball—it vanished in a blur of electric speed, crackling with lightning as it rocketed across the net. The blocker on the other side barely raised her arms in time; the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, strong enough to kill an ordinary person. But she blocked it, redirecting the energy into a spike that exploded like thunder.

The ball bounced around, powers clashing in a symphony of destruction. Fire trails, ice shards, force fields—each hit was a display of raw might. Finally, the ball arced toward Meiling. She leaped high, her form graceful yet deadly, and spiked it down. It looked... normal? No fancy effects, no explosions.

But then Ren saw it: none of the opponents moved. They were frozen in place, eyes wide with paralysis. A golden aura radiated from Meiling, subtle but overwhelming, like an invisible knives pointing at them. The ball slammed into the ground unchallenged, scoring the point.

Luxy let out a low whistle in his mind. "Well, well. That's her power—some kind of aura that immobilizes foes. Subtle, but insanely strong. She could lock down an entire battlefield without much effort."

Ren grinned, his heart racing. "She's the one. That power... mixed with others? It could be unstoppable."

Luxy smirked audibly. "It always is the most powerful ones that are hardest to catch. Good luck, Ren. You'll need every bit of that Charm stat to win her over. But remember, with your Yandere Believer blessing, once you steal her heart... it's yours forever and normally strongest are the craziest."

Ren watched as Meiling walked back to her position without showing much emotion, her golden aura fading. The seniors respected her, treating her like an equal—no, like a superior. *How do I even approach her?* he thought. *Heartsteal only works if I get close, build that obsession and love but she has no intreset in me.*

As the match ended, Meiling wiped sweat from her brow, her eyes scanning the gym. For a split second, they locked onto Ren's hiding spot. Did she see him? His pulse quickened.

"Luxy, any tips?" he asked urgently.

"Start small," she replied. "Compliment her spike, act impressed. But be careful—girls like her sense weakness. Use your Charm; make her feel like you're the only one who truly understands her power."

Ren swallowed hard. Sneaking out from the corner, he approached the court edge, trying to look casual. "Hey, Meiling! That was incredible. I've never seen a spike like that."

She turned, her ponytail swishing. Up close, she was even more striking—sharp eyes, confident stance. "What are you doing here? This is girls' training."

He scratched his head, flashing a charming smile. "I, uh, got excused from class. Feeling sick. But I heard the noise and... wow. Your power— that golden thing? It froze everyone. How do you do it?"

Meiling raised an eyebrow, but just as Ren expected she showed no emotion or evne bothered to answer him.

She walked away without even looking back and Ren sighed, as he realized this looks harder than he expected.