Infinite Mana Exorcist

Finally, after a few years of being born into this world, Asher and his twin sister, Nimora, were now ten years old.

In this world, turning ten granted more privileges than it did on Earth.

Simply put, at age three, a child was expected to act like a child—not a whining baby. And by ten, they were given privileges similar to a teenager's.

This led to early, sophisticated knowledge being poured into children despite their young age.

Apart from that, from what Asher had seen and the knowledge he had, the Exorcist side of this world had no advancements in technology. It was stuck in medieval times—which, while not ideal, was still manageable for living.

Guards stood upright with swords in their scabbards, and maids moved about in their shadow-dark uniforms.

The castle was mostly peaceful, especially under the iron rule of their mother, Queen Melissa.

So far, Asher had successfully made himself unimportant in his mother's eyes, though the consequences had been worse than expected. He always got the short end of the stick—whether it was gifts, training, or any opportunity their mother could give.

The reasoning behind Exorcist society was built on a foundation of useless tapestry.

They had no room for those without potential. One could even say they were no different from the demons they exorcised.

But being an Exorcist was the best perk anyone could ask for. Even Asher, while playing the game, had done his best to gain some Exorcist skills—though he had mostly failed.

However, being born here had given him the chance to learn and expand his knowledge of Exorcists far beyond what he could have imagined. He studied their martial arts, their history, and their rather senseless descriptions of the world.

Asher was more interested in their training and combat techniques than anything else. He had managed to sneak into the training grounds many times, witnessing firsthand the supernatural abilities called Soul Art that Exorcists wielded.

Literally, he experienced it firsthand.

And for that, he had been banned, scolded, slapped by his mother... and also received a scar on his lower abdomen from a particularly nasty punch.

But that wasn't the concern of the moment.

Nimora, his sister, had become a prodigy—mastering intermediate Soul Art and Exorcist weaponry in just three years, an impossible feat.

A normal person would take six years or more.

No wonder she was such a formidable opponent in the game.

Seeing her rapid progress, Queen Melissa had put the same pressure on Asher, hoping he would achieve the same.

Because who wouldn't want two amazing kids?

And that was the perfect time for Asher to start his plan—to make himself appear utterly defective. He failed multiple times on purpose, and in return, he was punished severely.

Lashed with whips, forced through heinous training, but still showing no results.

This led to him being banned from all training grounds. He was a disgrace, plain and simple.

Today, Asher and Nimora were seated in their private study, where they had their educational lectures twice a week.

The two sat far apart, keeping a silence so thick it almost seemed like they didn't know each other.

With their pieces of paper and ink beside them, they waited for their tutor, who stood before them, ready to begin.

Their tutor, Henry Chadwick, was a man with an old beard, a well-wrinkled face that showcased his years of wisdom, and a white goatee on his chin that completed his scholar's look.

"Good morning, your highnesses," the old man bowed his head respectfully before sitting back upright.

"I am Henry Chadwick, and I will be teaching you what you may call the history of this world."

His voice was ancient, making the atmosphere feel tense and overwhelming.

"Please continue," Asher urged.

"I'll make this very brief since it is a long history that one should read on their own."

He paused to see if they had any questions, but neither twin spoke, so he continued.

"At the dawn of time, there were only two beings—humans and spirits. The two lived in harmony, as humans died to become spirits, and spirits remained eternal.

"As time passed, animals arose, and peace reigned. But where there is peace, there must always be war.

"Devils and unimaginable monsters emerged, corrupting everything—from the air to the crops, even to the deepest depths of the soil. They tore everything apart and threatened to destroy the world.

"If not for our ancestors, the first Exorcists, this world would have crumbled to its knees—or worse, ceased to exist."

Henry waited for their response, first glancing at Nimora. Her gaze was lifeless, devoid of emotion or interest. Then he looked at Asher, who had an excited grin on his face.

'Truly, they are opposites—one doesn't care, and the other cares too much.'

"If you have no questions, I'd like you to copy the notes and complete the exercises in the scroll," Henry said, pulling a dark scroll from his old crossbag and dropping it in front of them.

"I expect your homework to be ready by next week."

With that, Henry rose to his feet and walked out of the room.

Asher gritted his teeth as he stared at the scroll in total disdain.

'A history I've already read in the library? They're paying this guy to teach me something I already know? What crap—'

A loud screeching noise pulled Asher's attention to Nimora.

She was already on her feet, at the open door, ready to leave—without saying a word.

"Hey, Nimora, where are you headed?" Asher stood up and walked toward her as she lingered by the door.

"Let's write toge—"

Asher wasn't allowed to finish as Nimora turned and shot him a ferocious glare that screamed back off.

Then, without a word, she turned to leave.

But—grab!

Asher wasn't giving up that easily.

"Hey, you failed the last homework. Let me help with this one. Stop being—"

Before he could finish, Nimora sharply jerked to the left and delivered a punch straight into his gut—with full force.

The impact made him drop to one knee, gasping for air.

It was excruciating.

Like the punch had torn straight through his insides.

'I knew she had a better physique than me, but this is ridiculous!'

Asher clutched his stomach tightly, feeling the pain reverberate through his body.

Then, just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, Nimora stepped forward, towering over him.

With narrowed eyes, her face partially shadowed, she gave the most intimidating glare she could muster and muttered:

"Know your place, weakling!"

And with that, she stormed out, leaving Asher alone, writhing in pain.

It was normal for siblings to play rough, but as far as Asher was concerned, Nimora had changed ever since he was declared defective.

However...

She was still too weak.

**Author's note;**

Please gift me power stones, and become a fan on this work, it's for WSA 2025 please give your best supports