Novels by Drik Silver

Lorana | Eastern Camp – Dr. Hays's TentDr. Naral Hays sat quietly behind his desk, studying the scattered scrolls before him under the dim glow of a crystal light that cast long shadows across the tent's fabric walls. One document in particular had caught his attention.Marcus AbomarianAge: 14Status: Bloodline UnawakenedClan: AbomarianAffiliation: Recon Division – Team 19No records in medical unit: Former trainee at Kata Provincial Hospital. Direct recommendation from Mayor Shi'on Abomarian."Hmm..."Hays exhaled quietly, leaning back in his chair."A recon scout with this level of medical proficiency... and energy control? That's exceedingly rare."He flipped the page, scanning through the training record."Shi'on Abomarian, the mayor, huh. I don't know their relationship, but since they're from the same clan, she arranged a medical course for him two years ago."He paused for a moment."Perhaps she wanted to give him another path after failing to awaken his bloodline... or ma

Marcus glanced at both Tina and Hays, then approached the medical bed without hesitation.“Let them see what they want… gifted, talented, whatever. As long as they let me stay here.”He had no intention of backing down. He would show them a level of skill and precision that made it impossible for them to turn him away. If not for this goal, he would’ve hidden somewhere, quietly training to raise his Physical Fitness and expand his limited Eternal Energy pool.After all, Eternal Energy was the key to growth. The more he had, the faster he could evolve. And for that, he needed a safe environment,an environment like the medical unit.He didn’t need tools or herbs. He had one of the most powerful and dangerous techniques in the world. A technique only he knew,because he invented it.But he had no intention of revealing that… not yet.“I don’t need glory. I just want room to breathe, far from swords and explosions.”Marcus put those thoughts aside and focused. He adjusted the soldier’s

Lorana, Eastern Camp on the Ironland Border | Medical TentBecause of the night’s darkness, the flickering oil lamps cast swaying shadows across the drooping canvas, illuminating the pale faces of soldiers suffering from various degrees of injury.In front of one of the beds stood a boy no older than fifteen. His black hair was messy, laced with a fine layer of dust.He wasn’t tall or broad, but his alert eyes scanned the soldier with a missing arm with intense focus.He wore a brown leather armor, worn at the edges and pulled tight across his chest.At its center was a distinctive emblem: twelve dots encircling a bronze star.Marcus removed the armor, identical to his own, from the injured young soldier’s chest. His brows furrowed as he noticed the spread of thick, purple bruises across the ribcage.He placed his right hand on the soldier’s chest. The young man let out a soft, unconscious groan of pain, but Marcus ignored it. Instead, he channeled Eternal Energy through his body and

The ground trembled beneath their feet with every step. Branches snapped, and dust rose with their ragged breaths. The darkness of night was absolute, yet somehow, it didn’t hinder either Liana or Ryo from seeing clearly.They dashed through the forest at full speed. Liana's face was pale, her expression tense and frightened. Even Ryo, usually composed, looked visibly strained, his head turning back every few seconds with wary eyes.“Damn it! I didn’t expect things to go like this... Everything was set, perfectly... What the hell happened back there?”Ryo frowned, his thoughts racing as he ran, trying to sense the enemies tailing them.Behind them, the sounds of their pursuers gradually faded. But neither of them relaxed. They knew it was only a temporary reprieve.“Faster!” Ryo shouted, pointing toward a familiar rocky slope.“The cave is just ahead!”They ran toward it. Liana stumbled for a moment, and in that instant, the image of a young man with blood-soaked black hair flashed t

Around 11 p.m., Marcus woke from his sleep. The first thing he did was open the panel. With a single thought, the holographic interface appeared before his eyes. [Name: Marcus Abomarian Age: 14 Physical Fitness: 5 Spirit: 9 Eternal Energy: 78 / 100 Blood Factor: Seal Body – Unawakened (100) Unlock Points: 0 Skills: – Energy Eater: Level 1 (100) – Eternal Energy Triangle: Level 1 (100) – Instantaneous Movement: Level 2 (500) – Mirage Clone: Level 3 (1000) – Lightning Style: Serpents of Lightning – Level 4 (5000) – Earth Style: Earth Wall – Level 3 (1000) – All for One: Level 9 (1,000,000) – Healing Technique: Level 4 (5000) – Disguise Technique: Level 0 (50) ] Once he confirmed everything was real, Marcus let out a breath of relief. "Thank God… it wasn’t a dream," he thought with a smile. His gaze returned to the Eternal Energy section. Even without using the Triangle Refinement Technique, his body had passively recovered over thirty units just from rest. Still, h

> [Name: Marcus Abomarian Age: 14 Physical Fitness: 5 Spirit: 9 Eternal Energy: 93 / 100 Blood Factor: Seal Body – Unawakened (100) Unlock Points: 0 Skills: – Energy Eater: Level 1 (100) – Eternal Energy Triangle: Level 1 (100) – Instantaneous Movement: Level 2 (500) – Mirage Clone: Level 3 (1000) – Lightning Style: Serpents of Lightning – Level 4 (5000) – Earth Style: Earth Wall – Level 3 (1000) – All for One: Level 9 (1,000,000) – Healing Technique: Level 4 (5000) – Disguise Technique: Level 0 (50) ] Marcus took a deep breath, then activated a hidden function of the panel—something he’d discovered the first time it awakened. A thin, violet flame-like layer shimmered across his body before it converged and condensed into his open palm. In a flicker of arcane light, a small purple orb—no larger than a baby’s fist—formed in his hand. He tossed it gently in the air, watching it rise and fall, lost in thought. That orb… it held a condensed form of Eternal Energy. He