《The Crimson Blades》 Chapter:1 The Beginning After the End In the kingdom of Daxin, on the sole continent of Waldora, dawn marked the arrival of a new day, and with it, the arrival of a new life. A pair of eyes opened in the world, and the silence of the early morning was soon broken by joyful cries. The atmosphere of celebration filled the grand palace as nobles and servants alike appraised the king for the birth of his third child. Among the joyous crowd stood a towering figure, a man whose very presence overshadowed everyone around him¡ªthe greatest swordsman ever seen in the glorious kingdom of Daxin. Ryan Crimson, the strongest blade on the continent, entered the room. The moment he stepped in, a heavy silence descended upon the crowd. His aura alone was enough to stifle the jubilant mood, a force of nature that commanded respect and awe. The head of the Crimson family approached the bedside where his wife lay, holding their newborn child. The atmosphere shifted once more, but this time it was filled with reverence and anticipation. As Ryan stood by his wife''s side, the head butler, a trusted servant who had served the family for decades, respectfully stepped forward. "My lord," the butler said, bowing deeply. "It is time. What name shall we bestow upon the young master?" Ryan gazed down at the small bundle in his wife''s arms, his stern face softened ever so slightly. His eyes held a mixture of pride and deep contemplation. The future of the Crimson family rested on this child, born into a lineage of legendary swordmasters. With a deep breath, Ryan spoke with a voice as sharp and commanding as the blade he wielded.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "His name shall be... Luke Crimson." Ryan''s voice echoed through the room, and the name "Luke Crimson" resonated with those present. The crowd of nobles and servants stood in awe, understanding the weight of the name. This child, though newborn, was already destined to carry the legacy of the Crimson Blades¡ªa lineage renowned for producing swordmasters of unparalleled skill. Ryan took Luke gently from his wife''s arms, holding his son in his massive hands. He gazed down at the infant, a rare softness flickering across his otherwise stoic face. His wife, Elara Crimson, smiled weakly, exhausted from the birth but content. Her delicate hand reached up to touch Ryan''s arm. "Ryan, our child... I can feel it. He will be great, just like his siblings." The mention of Luke''s older siblings, Rika and Gorge, brought a momentary silence. Rika, the Sword Saintess, had already made a name for herself as the kingdom''s finest warrior, surpassing even the most seasoned knights. Gorge, known as the Wild Sword, possessed a raw, untamed strength that struck fear into the hearts of Daxin''s enemies. Luke would have much to live up to. But unknown to all, the future would not unfold as they expected. The path ahead for Luke would be unlike any Crimson before him. As Ryan handed Luke back to Elara, the head butler spoke once more. "Shall I prepare the formal announcement of the young master''s birth to the kingdom, my lord?" Ryan nodded. "Yes. Let the kingdom know that another Crimson has been born." As the butler swiftly left the room to carry out his orders, the weight of expectation loomed over the newborn. Though his eyes were barely open, Luke was already being watched by forces far beyond the realm of the kingdom. His birth was just the beginning of a long and tumultuous journey¡ªone that would eventually lead to both glory and tragedy. Chapter 2: Faded Past From the balcony of the royal castle, the people of Daxin gathered below, their voices a mixture of cheers and jubilant cries. In the hands of Ryan Crimson, the strongest swordsman on the continent, a newborn was raised high¡ªan announcement to the entire kingdom of the birth of a new member of the Crimson family. The citizens celebrated the arrival of their new young lord, wishing him a prosperous and happy life. But inside that small body, the newborn wasn¡¯t just any ordinary infant.
Luke¡¯s POV: He opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from the bright sunlight that washed over the vast land of Daxin. It was breathtaking¡ªa beautiful paradise of sprawling green fields, shimmering rivers, and towering mountains in the distance. A feeling of awe swept over him, but it quickly turned to fear as he realized his situation. He was high above the ground, being lifted from the balcony of what looked like a grand castle. The crowd below seemed so far away, and the sensation of height made his tiny heart race in panic. His breaths came faster, and he instinctively squirmed, trying to comprehend what was happening. Where am I? As his vision cleared, he saw the face of a tall, imposing man who held him up with strong hands. The man looked no less than a king¡ªa figure of power and authority that seemed to radiate from him like a force of nature. His gaze was stern but protective. The man¡¯s eyes seemed to hold the weight of a thousand battles, and yet there was a flicker of warmth in them as he looked down at the newborn child. Luke¡¯s thoughts raced. Who is this man? Where is this place? Then, like a floodgate bursting open, memories rushed back to him. This wasn¡¯t just any strange world he had been born into¡ªhe wasn¡¯t even supposed to be here at all. I... I¡¯m Arshit Mann. The name rang clear in his mind. He had gone to bed as usual, expecting to wake up the next morning in his familiar bedroom after a good night¡¯s sleep. But now... he was no longer in his world. His body felt different, smaller, weaker. And then the realization struck him with such force it almost took his breath away:The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. I¡¯ve been isekai''d into another world. The life he had lived before¡ªthe comforts of his past, his identity as Arshit Mann¡ªwas gone. And now, here he was, reincarnated as a newborn child in a family he knew nothing about, in a world that felt entirely foreign. The tall man who held him, the massive castle, the people cheering below¡ªnone of it made sense. A strange mix of confusion, fear, and curiosity filled his mind as he began to understand his new reality. He was no longer the person he used to be. He was now Luke Crimson, the youngest child of the mighty Crimson family, born into a world of swords, mana, and unimaginable power. But for all the strength and glory of this new life, Luke couldn¡¯t shake the feeling of being a stranger in his own body. The memories of his past life were still fresh in his mind, and the weight of this new existence pressed down on him. What does this world hold for me? He wondered. He had been given a second chance at life, but whether it was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.
The crowd continued to celebrate, unaware of the internal turmoil within the young lord. For the people of Daxin, the birth of Luke Crimson was a moment of joy and hope. But for Luke, it was the beginning of a journey unlike any he could have ever imagined. The sounds of celebration from the grand hall felt distant. His mind was overwhelmed with confusion and sadness. The joy of his new life in Daxin was overshadowed by memories of his past. Where are my parents? What about my friends? he wondered. The thought that they were missing him and worrying about him was both frightening and heartbreaking. He had been taken from his old life without warning, and the idea that they might never know what happened to him made his chest ache. He glanced up at the tall figure of Ryan Crimson, who had held him earlier. Though the man¡¯s presence was strong and reassuring, it couldn¡¯t replace the comfort of his old life. The grandeur of the castle and the cheering crowd were stark reminders of how different everything was now. It was the beginning after the end for Luke, he thought, as the weight of his new reality settled in. The grandeur of his new surroundings felt distant and cold compared to the warmth he remembered from home. Soon the day ended and luke was put in a cradle to rest.
Ryan Crimson¡¯s Perspective: Ryan watched his son from a distance, his usual stern demeanor softened. He sensed the weight of expectations that came with being a Crimson. His wife, Elara, looked at their son with a mixture of love and concern. "Ryan," she said gently, "our son will face many challenges. We must guide him well." He nodded, understanding that while the future was uncertain, they needed to support their son.
For now, Luke¡¯s new life was filled with questions and a deep sense of loss. He was just beginning to understand his place in this new world, and it would take time for him to adjust and find his way. Chapter 3: My Purpose Luke¡¯s Perspective: A few months had passed since my birth, and the shock of my new reality was still settling in. It was surreal to discover that I had been reincarnated into one of the novels I used to read back in my world¡ªThe Lore of Crimson Knights. This book had a massive fanbase and was renowned for its world-building. Luckily, I had read it multiple times because of how fascinating it was. But the biggest problem was my role in this world. I was the third-born of the Crimson family, the so-called "bastard son" afflicted with a deadly disease called Advencia Nirvosa, which had no cure at present.
Scene Change to Present: I woke up to the feeling of being gently lifted. It was my mother, Erica Crimson. She picked me up and held me close, the warmth of her embrace was calming and secure¡ªfeelings reminiscent of the hugs I received from my own mother in my past life. It was a brief comfort in a world that felt both familiar and strange.
Narrator: Luck and unluck are two sides of the same coin, varying only in intensity. Near the palace, a dark cloud loomed in the bright sky. It was a demon that had escaped from the gates of hell and sought a host in the overworld. The demon found its chance when it entered the grand palace, seeking a suitable host. In a twist of fate, the demon approached the room where Luke and his mother were spending time. A loud bang erupted on the door, forcing it open. The dark shadow advanced toward the child. Erica, seeing the threat, shouted with all her might, "HOW DARE A DISGUSTING DEMON LIKE YOU ENTER THIS ROOM! I WILL SLAY YOU!" It might sound strange, but Erica was no joke with a sword. Known as the "Flower of the Daxin Kingdom" had another name "Death Queen," for her unmatched skills . As she placed Luke in his cradle and unsheathed her sword, she slashed at the demon. To her shock, it was an illusion¡ªthe demon had already moved beside the newborn. Soon, its foggy form began to enter the child through his mouth. Erica''s heart broke as she realized her powerlessness to protect her son. Suddenly a reddish black aura appeared behind luke. the dark aura surrounding Luke began to push the demon aside, and the creature was forced back.
Lucifer¡¯s Perspective: Amidst the chaos, a holographic panel appeared in the air, bathed in a blood-red light. It displayed an attribute called the Fallen Angel¡¯s Blessing. Luke began to levitate, and a dark silhouette formed behind him. The words that followed sent shockwaves through everyone present. "I am LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, the fallen angel of heavens and king of hell."Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.
Narrator: The appearance of one of the five primordial demons sent chills down everyone¡¯s spines. Even Ryan Crimson, normally unflappable, appeared stunned. The scene was breathtaking as Lucifer manifested a scythe and destroyed the demon with a single, powerful swing. With the threat neutralized, the dark silhouette vanished, and Luke fell unconscious in his cradle. The danger had passed, but the events left an indelible mark on everyone present.
Scene Change: The Crimson Estate Ryan and Erica Crimson, deeply distressed, sought the counsel of their most trusted friend and ally, Hiesenberg¡ªthe Mage of Calamity. Known for his mastery of divine magic and his ageless wisdom, Hiesenberg was a figure of immense respect and authority. The mage arrived and examined Luke with careful scrutiny. His gaze fell upon the blood-red attribute display that lingered in the air. After a long moment of intense concentration, Hiesenberg¡¯s face grew serious. "This child," Hiesenberg began, his voice heavy with the weight of his findings, "bears a magic attribute that is both rare and powerful. This dark magic, though formidable, is a sign of immense potential. It is an ancient and feared force, once erased by the gods due to its destructive capabilities, but it also possesses unique properties that could be highly advantageous." Ryan and Erica exchanged glances, their initial fears tempered by Hiesenberg¡¯s words. "The disease known as Advencia Nirvosa has blocked his mana pathways and is typically considered incurable by conventional methods," Hiesenberg continued, his voice tinged with hope. "However, this dark magic could be the key to a solution." Ryan and Erica were relieved to hear that, despite the severity of the disease, the dark magic within their son had potential benefits.
Two Years Later In the two years that followed, Luke had grown into a very obedient and hardworking child, his unwavering determination evident in everything he did. Unbeknownst to everyone around him, Luke was aware of the upcoming events and followed his parents'' plans with assurance. He understood that aligning himself with their strategies would be advantageous for his future aspirations to become a great and powerful man. Luke was also fully aware of his condition, Advencia Nirvosa. However, he left the management of the disease to his parents, trusting in the Mage of Calamity¡¯s abilities. In the novel he had once read, Hiesenberg was known for his remarkable skills and had famously found the cure for the same disease in his granddaughter. This knowledge provided Luke with confidence in the mage¡¯s expertise and the hope for his own eventual recovery.
Scene Change: The Crimson Estate Hiesenberg returned to the Crimson estate with renewed determination. He approached Ryan and Erica with important news. "I have made significant progress in my research," Hiesenberg announced. "While Advencia Nirvosa has been a significant challenge, the dark magic within Luke provides a unique opportunity. By forming a contract with the demon residing within him, we can leverage its healing properties to counteract the effects of the disease." Ryan and Erica, though still concerned, were heartened to hear that the dark magic might offer a solution. The contract would use the demon¡¯s powers to help restore Luke¡¯s mana pathways and treat his condition. The path ahead was uncertain, but the prospect of utilizing the dark magic for healing brought a new sense of hope for their son''s future. Chapter 4: The Re-birth Luke was quietly tending to his training when a messenger arrived, bowing deeply. "Young master, your father requests your presence in the royal hall immediately," The messenger informed him with a tone of urgency. Luke nodded and followed, his mind racing. He knew this day was coming¡ªthe day his father and Hiesenberg had spoken of. Today was significant. As Luke entered the royal hall, he was greeted by the imposing figure of his father, Ryan Crimson, standing tall and powerful. Beside him was the familiar sight of Hiesenberg, the Mage of Calamity, his eyes filled with wisdom and concern. But what caught Luke¡¯s attention most was the third figure in the room¡ªAnna Hartz, Hiesenberg''s daughter and one of the most powerful mages in the future he knew. Her presence only heightened the sense of importance surrounding this moment. Hiesenberg stepped forward, his expression serious. "Luke," he began, his voice steady but filled with gravity, "the time has come." Luke took a breath, ready for what was to come. "Today," Hiesenberg continued, "we will attempt to form a contract between you and the demon that resides within you. But remember this¡ª the risk is great. If even a single mistake is made, the demon will seize control of your body." The words hung heavy in the air. Luke clenched his fists, his heart pounding. "We do not know the demon¡¯s intentions," Hiesenberg warned. "You must remain vigilant, strong, and focused. This contract could unlock your future and cure your disease, but it could also destroy you if mishandled." Luke nodded, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. This was the beginning of a path that could either lead to his salvation or to unimaginable chaos.
Scene: The Ritual Begins Luke sat cross-legged, his eyes shut tightly as he concentrated all his mana on his forehead. His body trembled slightly from the intensity of the magic swirling around him. Hiesenberg''s voice echoed in the room, sharp and commanding, as he recited the ancient spell that reverberated with power. "Luke," Hiesenberg¡¯s voice came through, serious and firm, "remember, you¡¯re diving into your own abyss. Find the light in the darkness and follow it. But beware, one wrong move, and the demon will seize control. Stay sharp!" A surge of energy shot through Luke¡¯s body as the spell reached its peak. His consciousness began to fade, and in the blink of an eye, everything around him vanished into darkness.
Scene Switch: Dark Abyss Luke''s eyes shot open, his breath coming out in quick gasps. His surroundings were unfamiliar¡ªa dark void stretching endlessly around him. He was lying on a cold, damp surface, the wetness seeping into his clothes. He staggered to his feet, feeling a chill crawl up his spine. The silence was deafening, as if the world itself had forgotten the concept of sound. Suddenly, in the distance, something caught his eye¡ªa faint gleam. A single sword, thrust deep into the ground, bathed in an eerie, dim light. "What¡­is this place?" Luke whispered, his voice barely a breath in the void. With hesitant steps, Luke walked toward the sword, each footstep echoing loudly in the emptiness. His heartbeat quickened. As he reached out to grab the sword''s hilt, strange, glowing red markings began to etch themselves into the ground beneath him. The designs twisted and spiraled around him like a curse. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, a violent shockwave exploded from the sword. "BOOM!" Luke was hurled through the air, as if the ground itself had rejected him. His body slammed into something hard¡ªa towering wall that hadn¡¯t been there before. His breath caught in his throat, pain radiating through his body as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. For a moment, everything was still. Then, a sinister, oppressive aura filled the air. The darkness seemed to thicken, pressing down on him like a tidal wave of raw malevolence. It was suffocating. Luke''s eyes widened, his body frozen. He could feel it¡ªdeath¡ªlooming over him like an executioner ready to strike. Suddenly, a deep, chilling laugh pierced through the silence. It was a sound that echoed in the deepest parts of his soul, shaking him to his core. "So¡­you¡¯ve come, boy." The voice was dark and resonant, dripping with power and menace. It was as if the void itself was speaking to him, and every word made Luke''s heart pound faster. "You¡¯ve grown¡­" the voice continued, a wicked chuckle following, "¡­but you¡¯re still so fragile." Luke clenched his fists, forcing himself to turn around despite the overwhelming pressure crushing him. His eyes locked onto the figure emerging from the darkness¡ªa massive, towering figure wrapped in shadows, two glowing crimson eyes staring down at him with a predatory hunger.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. The darkness seemed to bow before him, an entity that exuded both chaos and control, an untouchable force. And then, Luke''s breath caught in his throat as he realized who¡ªwhat¡ªhe was facing. "Lucifer¡­Morningstar," Luke whispered, his voice trembling. The demon, Lucifer, grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming in the faint light as his massive wings unfurled behind him, stretching out as if to swallow the entire void. "You¡¯re in my domain now, boy," Lucifer¡¯s voice dripped with malice, each word feeling like a dagger to Luke¡¯s chest. "Tell me, why have you come? Surely you¡¯re not foolish enough to think you can control me." Luke¡¯s fists tightened, his body trembling. He forced his fear back, swallowing hard. He knew this was the moment¡ªeverything depended on this. His disease, his future, his strength. But facing a being like this¡­ could he do it? Lucifer¡¯s laugh echoed again, vibrating through the air, his eyes burning brighter. "Well then¡­ show me your resolve, boy!" Lucifer roared, the ground trembling beneath Luke¡¯s feet as the demon¡¯s power surged through the dark space. "Or perish trying!" Scene Shift: The Other World A quiet night under the stars, the wind rustling through the trees. A teenage boy strolled through the mountains, eyes glued to his phone, completely lost in his own world. His headphones blasted music, and he barely noticed as the familiar path beneath his feet faded into something more mysterious. The mountains around him loomed higher, more ominous than before, but he shrugged it off with a cocky grin. "Eh, no big deal." The moonlight reflected in the still water of a lake he¡¯d never seen before. His steps slowed, and he glanced up from his phone, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Wait... where am I?" He pulled out one earbud, but the eerie silence of the night only deepened. The lake in front of him shimmered under the moon, its surface perfectly still. He hesitated, then put away his phone, feeling the strange pull of the place. The wind felt different¡ªgentler, like it was whispering something he couldn¡¯t quite hear. With a sigh, he flopped down on the grass by the water¡¯s edge, leaning back with his hands behind his head. The soft rustling of the leaves, the subtle hum of the wind¡ªit all made him feel at peace. He stared at the water for a moment, the way it reflected the stars above, then smirked to himself. ¡°What a peaceful place,¡± he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and letting the soft wind carry his thoughts away. But then¡ªa chilling sensation. A single drop of water fell on his face. He blinked awake, and his heart stopped. The serene lakeside was gone. He found himself inside what looked like a dark, damp cave. His eyes darted around in horror. The jagged walls dripped with moisture, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench. ¡°What the¡­?¡± He scrambled backward, falling hard onto the ground. Panic surged through him as he screamed in despair, his voice echoing in the oppressive darkness. His breaths were shallow, frantic. His hands trembled as he tried to steady himself. He stumbled forward, trying to make sense of the situation, only to freeze in his tracks. Dead animals¡ªmutilated, torn apart¡ªlittered the cave floor. Blood pooled around their bodies, the sickening metallic scent now overpowering. His own hands, his clothes, everything was soaked in crimson. His stomach churned as he realized it was the blood of the dead. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was slammed to the ground by something¡ªsomething unseen, something dark. Shadowy figures circled him, their movements inhumanly fast. Then, the pain began. Teeth, claws¡ªhe couldn¡¯t tell what it was¡ªripped through his flesh, the agony indescribable. He screamed, but no sound seemed to come out, as though the cave itself swallowed his cries. He thrashed, trying to escape, but the biting, tearing only intensified. His vision blurred, and the world dimmed. As the final light drained from his eyes, everything faded to black. But then¡­ The sensation again. A water droplet on his face. He gasped, bolting upright. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked around. He was back by the lake. Was it a nightmare? His body trembled with confusion and terror. Before he could catch his breath, a shadow shot toward him, too fast for him to react. His eyes widened in shock, and in an instant, the pain returned¡ªworse, deeper. Something tore into his stomach, vicious and relentless, as if his insides were being ripped apart. He couldn¡¯t even scream this time. His mind went blank as everything turned to darkness once more. Again, his eyes snapped open from the cold sensation of a water droplet. This time, pure terror gripped him. He shot up, running as fast as his legs would carry him, desperate to escape whatever twisted nightmare he was trapped in. But it was futile. Once again, he was pinned down, and the excruciating pain surged through his body. As the shadows tore into him, his mind fragmented from the agony. And again, the drop fell. But this time, he kept his eyes shut, his entire being trembling with fear. He dared not open them, hoping that by refusing to look, he could break the cycle. The air around him felt heavy with tension, but nothing happened. Slowly, tentatively, he cracked his eyes open. A dark, purplish-blue figure loomed over him, its glowing yellow eyes piercing through his very soul. He glanced around, heart pounding, and saw countless other eyes¡ªendless, ravenous¡ªstaring back at him, waiting to devour him whole. The screams of his own suffering echoed in the darkness, and with each one, the cycle of death and rebirth continued. Hours turned into days, days into months, and still, his body was torn apart, devoured over and over again. Each death more agonizing than the last. His spirit shattered, his will broken. In the depths of his despair, as his body lay mutilated, he whispered a final plea: "I don''t care if it''s a god¡­ or the devil¡­ help me. Free me from this nightmare. I want to die. I can''t bear this pain anymore. What have I done to deserve this?" To his shock, the torment ceased. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the shadows did not attack. He lay there, stunned, when a voice, cold and mocking, whispered through the void. "So, you¡¯ve finally given up, resilient child. How admirable that you lasted 15 minutes in my kshetr," the voice sneered, dragging out the word like a curse. "But it¡¯s over now. Once hope is gone, there¡¯s no need for suffering anymore." And just as suddenly as it had appeared, the voice vanished, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. When he awoke again, he found himself back in the cave¡ªbut everything had changed. The blood, the carcasses, the shadows, the screams¡ªthey were all gone. The suffocating darkness had lifted, replaced by a blinding light at the mouth of the cave. He blinked, shielding his eyes from the brightness, something he hadn''t seen in what felt like an eternity. The light, soft and warm, beckoned him forward, a forgotten glimpse of freedom. For the first time in what felt like forever, he dared to hope. Chapter 5: The Torment As my hand stretched out toward the light, I felt the whole scene blur around me. The air grew heavy, and I dropped to the ground, writhing, feeling every muscle tense up as something intangible yet overwhelming tightened around me. Shadows twisted and writhed, wrapping me in darkness, until I couldn¡¯t tell where my own body ended and the darkness began. My vision flickered, and the light seemed to stretch further and further out of reach, like it was taunting me. My heartbeat echoed, each beat slower and fainter, as the sensation of losing control swallowed me whole. The only thing I could still sense was the oppressive weight of whatever had coiled around me, pulling me deeper into the dark. Just as I felt myself slipping away completely, a single thought echoed in my mind: Is this... the end? As my eyes flickered open, harsh light spilled in, a blinding contrast to the dark, relentless nightmare I¡¯d barely escaped. A rough voice barked, ¡°He¡¯s awake¡ªget him some water.¡± I blinked, feeling the weight of exhaustion cling to me like a shroud. My whole body ached, bruised, and scraped from horrors that seemed almost surreal. Yet, reality bit harder as I took in the scene: a cage crammed with children, all around my age, faces hollow and painted with despair. A tin cup of water was shoved into my hands, along with a few bitter berries. I forced myself to eat, my gaze wandering to the boy beside me, his expression bleak. ¡°Where¡­ are we?¡± I managed, barely a whisper. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a grim understanding. ¡°Captured by a tribe of orcs,¡± he muttered. His words settled like lead in my stomach. Orcs¡ªthe ruthless slavers of the weak, enslaving anyone they found for amusement, labor, or worse. The kids around me were all trapped here, victims of the same fate. The day faded, replaced by an ominous, brooding night. Heavy footsteps stomped closer, each thud tightening the knot of fear in my chest. Two hulking figures appeared, their tusks gleaming in the dim light. One of the orcs reached for the cage door, and every child shrank back, terror filling their eyes. The metal creaked as it swung open, and the orcs shoved in a weary group, all bound and bruised. Suddenly, a voice rang out¡ªa girl¡¯s voice, breaking the silence with a cry of recognition. ¡°Big brother!¡± One of the orcs turned, its grotesque face twisted in a sneer, and stepped into the cage. He reached out and gripped the young girl¡¯s arm. I felt the chill of dread settle over me, knowing exactly what they intended. But her brother sprang forward, fierce and unyielding. ¡°No! Leave her alone!¡± he yelled, desperately grabbing her hand. The orc¡¯s grin widened, and with a brutal swing, he flung the boy aside like he was nothing, his body smashing against the metal bars with a sickening crunch. The boy¡¯s head cracked against the cage, his eyes dulling as blood dripped down his face. But still, he tried to reach for his sister, gasping, ¡°Not her¡­ please¡­¡± I watched in horrified silence as the boy staggered back to his feet, drenched in desperation, clawing at the iron bars with raw, bloodied hands. His breaths came in shallow gasps as he pounded against the bars, a frenzied desperation radiating from him. His voice was hoarse, each shout ripping out of him as he called out for his sister¡ªpleading, begging for her to be brought back. But the silence beyond the cage was impenetrable, cold. Minutes passed. His strength gave way, and his fists dropped to his sides. His legs buckled, collapsing him to the ground. His hollow gaze remained fixed on the spot where his sister had disappeared, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood that dripped from fresh wounds on his forehead and hands. With a trembling hand, he pressed his fingers against his temples, and in a heart-stopping moment of desperation, he slammed his head against the ground. Once. Twice. A sickening crack echoed as his forehead split open, blood spraying against the dirt floor, splattering onto those around him. He let out a guttural scream, punctuating each collision of his head against the ground, a haunting symphony of pain and loss. In that moment, he was unrecognizable¡ªa figure lost to agony, the life he once knew shattered, as his cries faded into shallow sobs. The children around him cowered, horrified by the sight, some clutching each other as they averted their gazes. Blood pooled on the floor, and his battered, defeated body lay still, the final echoes of his despair hanging in the air. Watching him break so completely, the reality of our hopelessness sank deeper into me. In this place, in this nightmarish prison, escape felt like a distant, unreachable dream. Blood. The word screamed in my mind, echoing again and again, louder each time, an unrelenting, malevolent chant¡ªBLOOD... BLOOD... BLOOD!!! It felt like my entire being was submerged in it. The voice wasn¡¯t just in my head; it felt like it was tearing through my very soul, as if the desire for blood had become a monstrous entity of its own.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air as my vision blurred to a deep, sickening red. My hands flew to my ears, desperate to drown out the voice that clawed at my sanity. But even as I tried to fight it, my body betrayed me. Trembling, I found myself hunched over something warm and solid. As my vision returned, I recoiled in horror. I was kneeling next to the boy''s corpse, the lifeless eyes still fixed in eternal torment. With a shudder, I realized my mouth was full of something foul, metallic. Instinctively, I spat it out, pieces of raw, blood-soaked flesh falling from my lips. My hands¡ªa hand clawed deeply into his remains, gripping yet more of the torn flesh. The other hand clenched a bloodied chunk, as if it had claimed it. A tremor of fear swept through me, intensifying as I looked up to meet the horrified eyes of everyone else trapped in the cage. They looked at me with terror, recoiling as though I were some kind of monster. And then, before I could make sense of it, another surge of agony wracked my body. The voice was back, darker, more insidious. Blood... NEED... MORE BLOOD! My body moved on its own, my mind drowning in the primal hunger of whatever darkness had latched onto me. I was a passenger in my own flesh, powerless as the consuming bloodlust took hold. As I regained consciousness, the drop of water on my face pulled me back from the dark. But this time, there was no relief¡ªonly dread. The memories of that ceaseless cycle of torment, of death and resurrection, clung to me like a suffocating shadow. My whole body ached, drenched, as I struggled to make sense of what surrounded me. I blinked, expecting to see the walls of my cage, the familiar sight of others trapped, like me. But what I saw instead was a horror beyond words: a sea of blood pooled around me, thick and warm, staining my clothes and hands. Limbs lay scattered¡ªlifeless and twisted¡ªfingers frozen in terror, mouths open in final screams that would never be heard. These were not the faces of monsters. No, they were the faces of the people I¡¯d come to know, the ones who shared this hopeless cage with me, who dared to show kindness in this living nightmare. My heart pounded, and my hands trembled as I realized they were coated in crimson, my own fingers wrapped in the remains of someone else¡¯s life. I couldn¡¯t breathe. Panic clawed at my chest. My mouth felt dry, yet the metallic tang of blood clung to my lips, and I recoiled, gagging as pieces of flesh fell from my teeth. I stumbled backward, horrified, my mind racing to make sense of it, the bile rising as the taste of blood lingered. "No...no, no, no..." I muttered in disbelief, but even my voice betrayed me, a low, guttural tone foreign to my own ears. And then, just as I thought I couldn¡¯t bear it any longer, a dark voice, deep and ancient, reverberated within me, a sound that twisted around my thoughts like chains, binding and suffocating. "Blood...more blood...you need MORE BLOOD!" it demanded, with a hunger that felt boundless, overwhelming. It roared, clawing at my insides, driving a primal, animalistic urge to consume, to destroy. In that moment, I felt my control slipping, as if I were merely a passenger in my own body. Helplessly, I watched as my own limbs obeyed, guided by that voice, that insatiable hunger. A scream built within me, but it was swallowed by the darkness rising, filling me, drowning every shred of humanity I thought I still had. Scene shifts to kingdom of daxin:15 years have passed since lukes birth Luke¡¯s left eye glows with an intense red, bloodshot and fierce, while his right remains half-open, a cold, crystal blue that flickers in pain. His body trembles violently, spasms wracking through him like electric shocks, while his muscles tighten in agony. His chest rises and falls with shallow, desperate breaths, each one a struggle as though he¡¯s suffocating from the inside out. The pain is endless, like flames licking at his skin, searing him from the inside. His veins pulse, filled with molten fire, as though his very blood is turning to lava. His head pounds with a maddening intensity, as if every single nerve is screaming out for release, but there is none. His limbs twitch involuntarily, the sensation of being torn apart inch by inch with every movement. The world around him seems to blur and shift, his vision swaying as his body fights against the overwhelming force tearing him apart. His hand, trembling, claws at the sheets, each finger contorted with the pain of muscles that had long been still. He tries to scream, but his voice catches, trapped in his throat, as the unbearable agony renders him silent. His whole being feels fractured, like his own body is a cage, and he¡¯s the prisoner, battling to break free. The room around him feels suffocating, the machinery that¡¯s been keeping him alive now a distant hum compared to the roar of his own mind, struggling to catch up with the flood of sensations. His body is aching, raw, unhealed in ways he cannot yet comprehend. Suddenly, in a violent, instinctive motion, his leg bumps into a nearby table, sending its contents clattering to the floor. The noise echoes, sharp, cutting through the heavy air. A servant rushes in, her footsteps frantic. But in that split second of her entering the room, something changes in Luke¡ªa dark, unnatural liquid begins to seep from his arm, as though it''s alive, crawling and writhing like an extension of his very soul. Before she can react, Luke is upon her. With a speed and force that shatters the air, he slashes through her, splitting her body in half. The clean, horrifying cut slices through her with brutal precision, not stopping until it breaks the stone wall behind her, sending a shockwave so powerful that the entire castle trembles, its walls quaking in fear. The force of the attack causes part of the castle¡¯s structure to collapse, sending debris scattering. The noise and chaos alert everyone within the castle, setting off a chain of panic, but it¡¯s already too late. The quiet, once calm world of the castle has been shattered in a single, deadly strike, leaving behind a silence that echoes with the death of an innocent soul. The transformation in Luke is evident¡ªhe is no longer the boy who had slept for so long. He is something far darker, a force beyond control, born from the abyss. As the boy steps forward, his expression remains chillingly emotionless. His cold gaze locks onto the body now split in two, the brutal aftermath of his own actions. An intense aura fills the room, an overwhelming bloodlust that suffocates the air around him. His body moves with a deadly calm, and in an instant, The sudden, sharp sound of steel slicing through the air is the only warning before a blade presses against his throat. The boy doesn¡¯t flinch. In the blink of an eye, he¡¯s gone, leaving nothing but a wisp of disturbed air behind. He appears behind his assailant, his sword drawn in one fluid motion, an expression of cold fury written across his face. He doesn¡¯t hesitate; his sword crashes into his opponent¡¯s with a violent clang. The woman, with her white hair cascading like silk, meets his strength blow for blow, but it¡¯s evident¡ªshe¡¯s outmatched. The boy is a force of nature, his movements laced with a primal fury that echoes from some deep, buried place inside him, as though his very soul thirsts for blood. As the boy swings his sword to strike down the woman before him, the room itself seems to twist. The gravity shifts, and suddenly he¡¯s on the ground, struggling to rise. But in this moment of vulnerability, he opens his mouth, his voice an eerie, chilling whisper that sends shivers down everyone¡¯s spine. ¡°Fukkatsu¡­¡± His voice echoes through the stillness, barely a whisper at first, but the very syllable seems to twist reality around him, creating a palpable tremor in the air. The ground cracks beneath his feet as the energy rips the corpse apart once more, reforming it into a monstrous, writhing mass of horror¡ªan entity born of the darkest magic, resurrected to serve its creator¡¯s twisted will. The newly formed creature lunges forward, claws extending like death itself. It strikes with a speed that could break the very fabric of existence, its fury unleashed in a single violent motion and the woman, caught off-guard, is forced to defend herself from this new horror, this new twisted creature brought back from the abyss. The boy rises, his body moving with a grace that belies the chaos around him. His expression remains unchanged, almost inhuman in its stillness. His eyes narrow as he watches the white-haired woman struggle against the monstrosity he has created, his gaze flickering toward the red-haired woman now standing frozen in shock. his expression softening for a brief moment as memories flood back to him. His eyes narrow, recognition flashing through his mind. ¡°Anna Hartz,¡± he murmurs softly, Chapter 6: Shattered Silence The scene opens with an expansive view of the Crimson Estate, a fortress of power and prestige. Its towering spires pierce the heavens, wreathed in morning mist, while sunlight gleams off the crimson banners draped along its ramparts. The family emblem¡ªa flaming sword crossed with laurels¡ªis emblazoned on every gate, a constant reminder of the Crimson family''s unmatched legacy. Guards clad in iron armour stand vigilant, their eyes scanning every shadow, their movements precise and deliberate. As the camera sweeps closer, the opulent inner halls of the estate come into focus. Golden chandeliers hang from vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate carvings of legendary battles fought by the Crimson ancestors. The polished floors gleam like mirrors, reflecting the grandeur of the tapestries depicting tales of conquest and heroism. Luke walks through these halls, flanked by Anna Hartz, the young prodigy of magic, and his sister, Rika Crimson, revered as the Sword Saintess. Despite their presence, the tension in the air is palpable. Servants and soldiers bow low as the trio passes, their murmurs filling the air like whispers carried on a breeze. "Is it true? The young master has awakened..." "I heard the explosion was terrifying..." Luke¡¯s presence is both a source of awe and unease. His white hair glistens under the chandeliers, a stark contrast to the deep red of his attire, marked with the family crest. His left eye, a sharp blue, scans the crowd, while his right eye remains closed, hinting at the dormant power within. He walks with a determined stride, but his clenched fists reveal the storm of emotions brewing within him. As they approach a pair of massive crimson gates adorned with gleaming emblems, Anna steps aside, her expression neutral but her gaze betraying curiosity. With a low groan, the gates swing open, revealing the grand dining hall. The dining hall is a masterpiece of grandeur. A massive table stretches across the room, laden with fine silverware and bowls of fresh fruits and bread. The golden glow of candelabras casts flickering shadows on the marble walls. At the far end of the table sits a man whose mere presence commands the room: Ryan Crimson, the greatest swordsman of the kingdom and the head of the Crimson family. Ryan sits with unshakable calm, his scarred hands gripping a goblet. His gaze is distant, as if he¡¯s peering into another realm, yet the sheer force of his aura permeates the room. There is no bloodlust, no overt display of aggression¡ªjust the oppressive weight of a man who has mastered the art of war. His every move, from lifting his goblet to taking a bite of bread, speaks of precision honed over decades. Luke¡¯s heart pounds as he steps into the room. The atmosphere is suffocating, as though the very air resists his presence. This is the moment he has waited for, the chance to prove himself worthy of the Crimson name and earn the recognition he has yearned for. As he takes another step, a faint hum fills the air. A circle of red light flares to life beneath his feet. Instinct takes over, and Luke leaps back just as a blade slices through the air, its edge grazing his cheek. Blood beads on his pale skin, and he touches it in disbelief. From across the room, Ryan rises, his sword gleaming in his hand. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "You¡¯ve awakened, but power without control is a double-edged sword. Show me you¡¯re more than chaos." Before Luke can respond, Ryan vanishes, reappearing in an instant with a strike aimed directly at his son. Luke raises his sword just in time to block, the impact sending a shockwave through the room. His arms tremble as he struggles to withstand the force. "How is he so fast?" Luke thinks, panic clawing at his resolve. Ryan¡¯s strikes are relentless, each one faster and more precise than the last. The sound of clashing steel fills the hall, the vibrations reverberating through the walls. With a swift kick, Ryan sends Luke crashing into a wall, the impact cracking the marble. Luke slumps to the floor, gasping for air. His father¡¯s footsteps echo as he approaches, each one heavier than the last. "Stand, or stay down forever. A Crimson who cannot fight has no place in this family," Ryan declares, his voice cold and final. Luke¡¯s vision blurs, but the fire within him refuses to be extinguished. Dark energy begins to seep from his body, swirling around him like a living shadow. With trembling hands, he grips his blade, placing one hand on the hilt and the other on its edge. His mismatched eyes narrow, and his closed eye snaps open, glowing a fierce red. A surge of mana floods the room, and the temperature plummets. Frost spreads across the floor, and the servants watching from the shadows shiver as their breath becomes visible. A black wing bursts from Luke¡¯s back, lifting him slightly off the ground. His strikes, once clumsy and desperate, now flow with precision and speed. Luke shouts, his voice carrying a power that shakes the very foundation of the estate: "NIRAPEKSH SHUNYA!" If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Ryan¡¯s eyes flash with surprise as he blocks a sudden crescent slash of black energy, the force rattling the hall. The room becomes a battlefield of ice and shadow. Luke¡¯s attacks are unrelenting, each one faster and stronger than the last. His blade hums with energy as he moves with blinding speed, aiming a decisive strike at his father¡¯s chest. But Ryan is unyielding. With a single, calculated motion, he deflects the attack and catches Luke by the throat, slamming him into the ground. Ryan disperses the dark energy with a wave of his aura. The oppressive cold lifts, and the hall falls silent once more. Ryan looks down at his son, his expression unreadable. "You¡¯ve grown, but raw power is meaningless without mastery. Learn control, or you will fall to your own strength." As Ryan turns his back, his footsteps echoing ominously in the tense silence of the room, Luke staggers. Blood spurts from his mouth, his body shuddering as the immense pain of his actions and the weight of his destiny consume him. His heart races, the pressure building in his chest like a suffocating force. For a brief, fleeting moment, Luke seems to lose himself, his vision blurring, and the room around him warping into darkness. Then, without warning, the air around him crackles with dark energy. The floor trembles, and the temperature drops to an unbearable chill. Luke¡¯s body convulses, and as if something horrible inside him awakens, his form lifts from the ground, hovering as if drawn by an invisible force. His eyes¡ªonce a mismatched pair of blue and red¡ªnow burn with an infernal glow, the pupils slit like a serpent''s. The wings that sprout from his back are not those of a majestic angel, but blackened and demon-like, flapping with an eerie sound that seems to echo from another dimension. The gust of wind they create is not the calming breeze of nature, but a violent, howling storm of darkness, sending furniture crashing and the candles snuffing out one by one. The air becomes heavy with the oppressive force of the entity that has taken root inside him. His voice, no longer Luke¡¯s own, but that of a foreign, ancient being, rings out. The entity reveals itself to be Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel, now in control of Luke¡¯s body. Ryan, sensing the shift, doesn''t flinch. He doesn¡¯t even turn. His voice, cold and unbothered, cuts through the encroaching darkness: "Are you not satisfied, boy? Is this the extent of your awakening?" The moment those words leave his lips, the entire hall is engulfed by violent, uncontrolled power. Lucifer manifests fully, his form towering above Ryan, his wings stretching wider, casting the room into a shadow so complete it feels as though the sun itself has vanished. The oppressive force presses against the walls, the sound of blood pounding in Luke''s ears becoming a demonic drumbeat in his head. A clash of godly power erupts, and Ryan engages the demon with lethal precision, every movement measured and calculated. Lucifer¡¯s strikes, wild and brutal, explode through the air with the force of an inferno, but Ryan¡¯s blade parries them effortlessly, each block resounding like the clash of two worlds colliding. The battle escalates quickly. Lucifer vanishes in an instant, only to reappear behind Ryan. His sword, now an extension of his fury, strikes with the intent to end. But before the blow lands, Ryan¡¯s fist connects, crashing into Lucifer¡¯s gut with the sound of shattered stone, sending the demon spiraling through the air, smashing through the marble walls with a sickening crack. The sheer violence of the impact shakes the room, and for a moment, all that can be heard is the crackling of dark magic. But Lucifer is relentless. Rising again, the very ground shudders beneath him, as a single horn begins to grow from Luke''s head, a grotesque mark of the demon¡¯s influence. The demon¡¯s power surges outward, warping the air around him into an unholy storm. Golden chains¡ªglimmering like the last vestiges of hope¡ªshoot up from the ground, wrapping around Lucifer¡¯s thrashing form, pinning him down in a brutal display of restraint. Hiesenberg, the Mage of Calamity, steps into the room, his expression grim. With a single, precise incantation, a binding spell locks Lucifer into a dormant state, and the room falls silent. Luke¡¯s unconscious form crumples to the floor like a ragdoll, the aura of malevolent power lifting as the demon retreats, leaving the room to echo with the fading remnants of chaos. With a dark chuckle, Hiesenberg addresses Ryan, his voice tinged with dark amusement: ¡°The blood that flows through your Crimson lineage¡­ so wild, always tearing at each other¡¯s throats. Even after the awakening, this madness persists. Truly, the slumber of young Luke has been long, but his awakening has been far from peaceful.¡± As the final echoes of the battle rang out, the destroyed room fell into an eerie silence. The dust slowly settled, and the shards of shattered furniture lay scattered like memories of a time long gone. The heavy weight of the battle still lingered in the air when, suddenly, Luke''s eyes fluttered open. The world spun around him, his vision hazy, but as his senses sharpened, he felt something different¡ªsomething¡­ changed. He could feel the weight of his body, the slight thrum of power coursing through his veins. Slowly, he lifted his head and pushed himself up from the cold, hard floor. His once unruly hair, wild and untamed, had been cut¡ªtrimmed neatly, just as a noble¡¯s hair should be. Luke¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief as his fingers grazed the sharp edges of his now-sleek white hair. ¡°How¡­ How did this happen?¡± he muttered, still trying to comprehend the sudden transformation. The most baffling part was that it was his father, Ryan, who had done this during their battle. His heart raced as he tried to piece together the impossible. Had his father¡­ actually cut his hair while fighting him? Before he could think any further, the voice of his father, still echoing in the ruins, broke his thoughts. ¡°Luke¡­ The time has come,¡± Ryan¡¯s voice boomed, heavy with meaning. ¡°You are no longer the child who faltered under the weight of expectations. You must rise beyond this place.¡± Luke¡¯s gaze shifted upward, his icy-blue eyes catching the light in a way they never had before. A strange intensity radiated from him, and it didn''t go unnoticed. The room held its breath as the young man stood tall, his impeccable looks now undeniable, the elegance of his noble blood shining through. Even Anna Hartz, who had stood at the edge of the battlefield, couldn''t help but stare, her heart fluttering as she looked at him. She had already fallen for this young man, but now, there was an air of mystery, of power about him that was irresistible. Ryan''s eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the room as he regarded his son, who had now regained his bearings. ¡°The Zhen Wu Academy awaits you, Luke. It stands atop Wu Tangshen Mountain, a place where the remnants of the Martial God linger, and only those with true potential can rise to greatness. The academy is the largest and most prestigious in the continent, and it accepts only those with unmatched skill and determination.¡± Luke¡¯s heart skipped a beat. The Zhen Wu Academy? He had heard of it¡ªthe fabled institution where the greatest warriors and mages honed their craft, drawing from the power of the Martial God itself. It was a place where legends were forged, a place that only the elite could enter. But even as his father spoke of the academy, Luke felt something stir deep within him. His past, his memories of another life, the whispers of a greater destiny, seemed to reach out to him, tugging at his soul. The future would not be kind, but it was a future he could shape. Ryan¡¯s voice cut through the silence once more. ¡°You will leave for the academy soon. You have much to learn, and the world is a dangerous place. But remember, this is your legacy, your destiny.¡± Luke¡¯s gaze hardened as he faced his father, but the unease in his heart was clear. ¡°But I¡¯m not ready¡­ Can I even handle this?¡± Your Name? 2 months before the awakening of luke crimson The grand gates of the academy loomed ahead, their intricate carvings glowing faintly in the morning light. Students in pristine robes bustled past, their chatter filling the air with an electric excitement. Among them walked a figure draped in a weathered brown cloak, his sharp black eyes cutting through the crowd''s cheerful noise. Whispers followed him like an unwelcome shadow. "Who''s that?" whispered one boy, nudging his friend. "Look at his clothes. Is he even supposed to be here?" ¡°Did he crawl out of a dungeon or something?¡± Arthur ignored the murmurs, his footsteps steady as he approached the registration desk. A kind-looking woman greeted him with a smile, but it faltered as their gazes met. His eyes felt like an unrelenting void, pulling her into a cold, endless abyss. With trembling hands, she handed him the registration form, her voice faint. "F-fill this and submit it over there," she stammered. Arthur took it without a word, his ragged sleeve brushing her hand like a ghostly touch. He turned away and leaned against a wall, staring at the form in his hands. Around him, the whispers grew louder. ¡°Why¡¯s he just standing there?¡± ¡°Does he even know what to do?¡± Amid the growing crowd, a girl with short silver hair stepped forward. Her teal eyes sparkled with curiosity and defiance as she pushed past the others. ¡°Hey,¡± she called out, her voice cutting through the noise. ¡°Do you need help?¡± Arthur raised his head slowly, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, there was silence. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded and extended the form toward her. ¡°Oh, you don¡¯t know how to fill it?¡± she said, her tone soft but lively. ¡°It¡¯s simple. Just prick your finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the paper. It¡¯ll do the rest.¡± Arthur moved his cloak aside, revealing a hand covered in scars, a testament to untold suffering. The girl¡¯s breath hitched at the sight, but she quickly masked her reaction. Arthur pressed his finger against his teeth, puncturing it. As his blood touched the paper, it began to glow faintly, floating in the air. ¡°Now,¡± she explained, ¡°just think about your answers¡ªyour name, age, and whatever else the form asks.¡± Arthur froze. His eyes darkened, and a wave of despair washed over him. The boy''s eyes widened with sadness. His voice, In his mind, said, "My name¡­?" Memories flooded his mind¡ªa warm smile from a woman on a bed. Arthur¡­ ¡°My name is Arthur Virelith¡±. A tear rolled down his cheek. "Are you okay?" the girl asked gently, breaking his reverie. Arthur wiped his face hurriedly and nodded. The girl smiled, a warmth that seemed to chase away the cold of his past. ¡°Good luck,¡± she said, turning away as a voice called out: ¡°All students, gather in line for the interviews at the third hall!¡± Arthur watched her leave before clutching the glowing form tightly and heading toward the designated hall. The tests began shortly after, and Arthur found himself in a grand hall filled with hundreds of students. At its center stood a crystalline orb, its surface pulsating with faint energy. ¡°Place your hand on the crystal and let your mana flow,¡± an instructor ordered. "One by one, students stepped forward; the orb lit up with varying intensity. Gasps and applause followed each demonstration." When Arthur''s turn came, the room fell silent. The crowd parted, their whispers laced with doubt and ridicule. ¡°What¡¯s that ragged boy going to do? Probably nothing.¡± Arthur ignored them, placing his scarred hand on the crystal. A moment of silence passed. Then, instead of light, the crystal began to cloud. Dark veins spread across its surface like cracks in ice, The room fell silent. A sinister black aura engulfed the space, its chilling presence snuffing out the ambient light. Gasps and screams filled the air as the students recoiled, and even the instructors stepped back, their faces pale. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ Aether magic,¡± one instructor stammered, his voice tinged with disbelief. Another stepped forward, an elderly mage whose ornate robes marked him as a senior. His golden staff trembled in his grasp as he scrutinized Arthur. ¡°Aether¡­ The forbidden magic of gods and calamities. You¡ªboy¡ªwho are you?¡±Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Arthur¡¯s eyes narrowed, his cold gaze gave chills to everyone present. The whispers followed him out of the hall as he moved toward the next challenge, leaving behind a room of shaken spectators. The combat arena was alive with the sounds of magic and battle. Students faced enchanted dummies, their spells creating dazzling displays of power. The crowd cheered as a particularly skilled student incinerated their target with a roaring fireball. When his turn came, he stepped into the arena, the crowd falling silent once more. The dummy in front of him stood motionless, its runes glowing faintly. Without hesitation, he raised his arm, revealing a fresh wound along his forearm. Blood pooled, then twisted unnaturally, solidifying into the shape of a gleaming red scythe. Gasps rippled through the audience. ¡°A blood weapon?¡± someone whispered in disbelief. He moved with impossible speed, his scythe slicing cleanly through the dummy. The force of the attack sent a shockwave through the arena that obliterated several others in its wake. Black flames erupted around him, consuming the broken remains and leaving behind a scorched wasteland. The crowd was silent, too stunned to react, But Arthur wasn¡¯t done. Raising his free hand, he summoned orbs of black energy. They hovered briefly before launching in rapid succession, bombarding the field. Dust and debris flew, shrouding the area in chaos. When the dust settled, a massive crater remained where the dummies once stood. Scene switch As the tests ended ,The announcement board buzzed with excitement as students crowded around, eager to see their test results. Arthur weaved his way through the throng, his brown cloak brushing past the curious onlookers. When he finally reached the board, his eyes scanned the names listed, stopping at the sixth position: Arthur, emblazoned in bold letters. Sixth place¡ªan achievement most would celebrate, yet his expression remained stoic. As he turned to leave, a pair of jade-green eyes caught his attention. Time seemed to slow as their gazes locked, the noise around them fading into nothingness. The girl¡¯s stare was steady, almost inquisitive, yet laced with something unreadable. Their silent exchange was broken by a sudden cry of joy from the crowd. A boy had collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. ¡°I passed!¡± he shouted, pointing at the board¡¯s last slot, which read: Escanor Ashworth ¨C 60/100. The minimum score for entry. Whispers filled the air. ¡°Barely scraped by¡­¡± ¡°Odd, isn¡¯t it? Someone like him?¡± The crowd eventually dispersed, leaving the square emptier but still brimming with tension. Arthur turned again, catching a glimpse of those jade eyes moving away. Without a second thought, he followed. The girl¡¯s pace quickened, her boots clicking against the stone pathways of the campus. When she noticed Arthur trailing her, she stopped abruptly, spinning around to confront him. Her expression was a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. ¡°Why are you following me?¡± she demanded. Arthur, unprepared for the question, simply stared. His silence only irritated her further. ¡°Do you even have anything to say?¡± His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Frustrated, she groaned and walked away. Yet, as if compelled, Arthur continued following her. After wandering through the sprawling campus, they found themselves near the dormitories. The girl entered the gates of the women¡¯s building, while Arthur absentmindedly stepped through the threshold after her. A loud voice snapped him out of his stupor. ¡°You there! Stop!¡± The dormitory guard pointed at Arthur with a look of stern disapproval. ¡°This is the women¡¯s dormitory! Men aren¡¯t allowed!¡± Before Arthur could react, the jade-eyed girl grabbed his arm and yanked him back outside. She sighed, exasperated. ¡°What are you doing? Do you want to get expelled before the semester even begins?¡± Arthur said nothing, his empty gaze fixed on her. She threw her hands up in frustration, muttering to herself before heading back inside. From behind the heavy iron doors, she glanced back at him one last time. He was still standing there, silent and unmoving. Night fell, and the campus was swallowed in darkness. Heavy rain poured, turning the pathways into streams and obscuring the world beyond the windows. From her dormitory, the girl peeked through the curtains, only to see Arthur¡¯s still figure standing by the gate, soaked to the bone. ¡°Is he serious?¡± she whispered to herself, closing the window as a clap of thunder shook the room. Morning came, and sunlight pierced through the storm¡¯s remnants. Students filed out of their dorms, their chatter filling the air. The murmurs grew louder as they passed by the gate. ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Must be crazy¡­¡± ¡°Why¡¯s he still here?¡± Through the crowd, the girl stormed forward, her expression dark with frustration. ¡°Arthur!¡± she shouted, drawing every eye to her. Standing in front of him, drenched and exhausted, she clenched her fists. ¡°What are you doing here? And why didn¡¯t you go back to your dorm?¡± Arthur looked at her, his blank stare unchanged. ¡°Your name?¡± he asked, his voice quiet and monotone. Her anger faltered, replaced by shock. ¡°You can talk?¡± He nodded. ¡°And you waited here all night just to ask that?¡± Another nod. The girl¡¯s frustration melted into exasperation. ¡°Sylvi Valios,¡± she said finally, rubbing her temples. ¡°That¡¯s my name. Now, let¡¯s get you cleaned up before the ceremony starts. You smell like a wet dog!¡± She cast a quick spell, wind swirling around Arthur as tiny orbs of light brushed away the rain and dirt. In moments, he was dry and clean, looking at himself with quiet surprise. Sylvi grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the main campus. ¡°Come on! We¡¯ll be late!¡± A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at Arthur¡¯s lips, hidden beneath his high-collared cloak. As Sylvi talked animatedly, her frustration melting into casual conversation, Arthur quietly listened, their steps taking them toward the next chapter of their shared journey.