My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!

Nova breathed out, throwing her arms in the air out of frustration and walked away from the group.

"Why do you both know each other?" Asher asked, not letting his gaze leave Nova as she fumed and paced in silence away from them.

Zain solidified his form, leaving a good idea of how he looked despite his smoke-like appearance. No one was sure if he had a face or not because he had a helmet on, like a knight's, but more personally designed.

"She was an immature dragon then, and I might have killed her family in the annihilation... hehe."

Asher pressed his lips together, his hands clasped against them, trying to stop himself from crashing out, then sighed.

"Why did you do it?"

Zain shrugged. "Free will," he shrugged again. "Testing what my abilities could do to a huge number of people."

"So why are you here?"

"I need a master," Zain said plainly. No hesitation, he didn't even stop to think before speaking.

Like beasts needed Tamers, babies needed their mothers, dragons and a few other races needed someone superior to them.

To ensure their existence continues, as well as their races expand, and their abilities grow stronger.

Dragons needed masters to be able to use their abilities and step out into the world without being hunted, especially after they had been marked as enemies worldwide.

Asher understood that, even with how Nova behaved with him. He pinched the bridge of his nose then sighed. "Alright, where is your grave?"

"Caer District, right under the city's tower."

"You're joking, right?"

"I would never."

"Rgggggghh," Asher growled lowly. He turned away to breathe in and out for a while, then turned back with a smile. "So why did you direct me into the forest?"

"My comrades lay there, waiting for someone granted your ability to give them a second chance... as undead," Zain replied, then bowed again. "It would be an honor to serve a master like you."

"You don't even know me..."

"I've observed enough to know you have potential, and if the last surviving Varrow trusts you, dragons wouldn't have a problem."

"You also know Sinnett too?"

"Every living being knows him. Although his image has been tainted, he is always remembered."

Asher glanced at Sinnett, who simply flaunted his hair. "I'm so popular. I'm a celebrity... I'm iconic."

Asher rolled his eyes and turned away, already exhausted despite the fact they hadn't even reached their destination.

And it was still hours away.

"Can you show me where the graves are?" he asked Zain, tucking his hands into his pockets. Zain nodded and drifted away while Asher told the others to wait. Only Zero and Nova followed him.

He followed Zain into the forest, with Sinnett trailing behind after what Asher had said. They walked in silence, the tension increasing by the second.

As they approached the graves near an oak tree, with the same white ivy on the bark, he could feel a strange energy emanating from them.

Zain stopped in front of a row of graves, each one marked with a symbol of a dragon. "My comrades," he said, his voice low, and then stepped aside to let Asher do what he needed to.

He gave Nova the go-ahead. She sighed and stepped forward. After a few breaths, she placed her palms against the tree, causing it to glow lowly, and began counting aloud.

"Five souls," she uttered, as she returned to her position behind him.

Asher began the ritual. His dagger appeared in his hand. He dragged the sharp end along his palm, giving himself a deep cut, and held it above the graves.

Just as the crimson liquid touched the ground, it sank into the soil slowly, and a black smoke rose from the ground.

Five figures formed, all wearing helmets similar to Zain's, only they had crests engraved on them. Their horns were similar, all curled back like a bull's.

They fully materialized before Asher, translucent figures but very much visible like Zero.

They introduced themselves and began stating their crimes.

Tharros, Destruction of a sacred site, deemed a threat to the balance of nature.

Lyra, Unauthorized use of elemental magic, causing floods and storms for fifty days.

Xander, Rebellion against the dragon council, seeking to overthrow the order, and murdered the monarch's sister after getting her pregnant.

Asher held up his hand. "I didn't quite get you there," he pointed at the dragon with the longest horn, "You did what?"

Xander tilted his head. "I started a rebellion and killed the monarch's sister?"

"And?"

"I got her pregnant," Xander said so casually that it got both Zero and Nova enraged. "Is there a problem, Master?"

Asher pinched the bridge of his nose again. He cast a glance at Zain, who floated beside Sinnett without a care in the world, while Sinnett just shrugged.

"You creatures are messed up," he uttered before ordering the others to continue.

Vorgath, Assaulted a group of tourists, dragon hunters, and a village, resulting in a war between the city they lived in and the mages in that village.

Phoenix,.set an entire city on fire with a fire tornado.

"What?"

Phoenix laughed nervously, putting her hand behind her head. "I didn't mean to, Master, just intrusive thoughts."

Asher didn't reply. He glanced at Zero, who might know her, and as he thought, Zero nodded.

"Let me get this straight," he paused and asked them to stand before him in a single file.

Zero stood tall, head raised, and her eyes remained on him. Nova, on the other hand, glared hard at Zain, who simply grinned.

The others remained unfazed. Even though Asher couldn't see their faces, aside from their mouths, he knew they weren't remorseful, and that was a big problem.

"So Zero and Nova, what part of dragons are you? Seats or..."

"I belong to the Abnormals," Nova replied. "As a hybrid, I'm supposed to be under Forbidden or Cursed like Cinder, but Abnormals... dragons who have multiple traits similar to that of a human."

Asher nodded. "That's why I could tame you. Zero."

I 'belong to the Cursed Dragons. I actually broke rules,' she said through thoughts, and Asher gave a confused look.

"What rules did you break?"

'I left my home, joined Velcrest Academy and the guilds after being told not to, so our mages cursed me.'

He nodded, then glanced at Zain. "So basically there are Abnormals, Banished, Cursed, Seats, Immature, Mature, Infants and... Monarchs."

Asher's face twisted in anger and frustration. "Why did I get stuck with this?" he growled loudly, smashing his head against a nearby tree.

The sound of his head hitting the bark echoed through the forest, and the dragons watched in silence as Asher struggled to cope with the situation.

Sinnett finally broke the silence, placing a hand on Asher's shoulder with a rare seriousness in his voice.

"You didn't get stuck with anything. You were chosen. And whether you like it or not, you're the only one who can handle this."

Asher didn't reply right away. His forehead rested against the bark, breath shallow, mind racing. "I seriously got a trash class. How did my trash class get tied to dragons?"

"Powerful dragons," Zain added, his tone softer now. "And they're loyal. Not because they have to be... but because they've been waiting, for someone like you."

Asher exhaled heavily and turned around, leaning his back against the tree now, staring at the newly risen dragons.

Each of them looked different: elemental hues, flickering scales, ethereal glows from where their souls had once faded. Despite their past crimes, none of them looked evil... only tired and maybe excited.

Their helmets suddenly vanished, revealing their faces, similar to his, except in deeper or brighter amber shades.

Xander stepped forward first, bowing slightly. "We did terrible things, yes. But we are not the same dragons now. Death changes you. And so does rejection."

"We only seek redemption… if such a thing is possible."

Asher rubbed his temples, overwhelmed. "Redemption," he echoed. "And if you screw up again?"

"We won't," Phoenix said firmly, fire crackling in her voice. "Not with you leading us. Give us purpose, and you'll see what banished dragons can do."

Sinnett smirked. "Your army of exiled monsters. Sounds like a fair start to building your own legendary army of the dead."

Asher finally chuckled bitterly, arms crossed. "Just my luck. I came looking for peace and found a cult."

Nova moved to his side. "They're not wrong, you know. If you don't take them, someone else might. And next time, it won't be someone with restraint."

He didn't reply.

"Master," she called lowly, leaning in, "Other necromancers out there do not care as much as you do for their family or friends. They are usually heartless, which is why they're either feared or called trash if they can't use their abilities to where they can be feared."

"You got an extra subclass as a blessing and we trust you. Why not take this opportunity?"

Asher stood tall, looking each dragon in the eye. "Fine," he sighed, choosing to listen to the most reasonable one of them.

"But there are rules. My rules. You screw up, I seal you until I'm ready to let you out. No second chances after this."

Each dragon nodded in solemn agreement.

They all went on their knees except Zain and Nova. "We are grateful, Master."