High in the sky, Ethan suddenly came to a stop, hovering silently. His sharp eyes scanned the vast stretch below.Beneath him lay an expansive grassland—wild and untamed. The grass here wasn’t ordinary. It rose as high as small trees, swaying gently in the breeze like green waves.And hiding within that sea of grass… were wolves.They were pitch black from head to tail, with gleaming emerald eyes that cut through the shadows. Their teeth were jagged, their claws like blades. From above, Ethan counted at least fifteen of them sprawled lazily, completely unaware of his presence.But one stood out.In the center of the pack rested a massive beast, easily twice the size of the others. Its muscles bulged, its fur darker than night, and a faint aura of dominance radiated from it.> That must be the Alpha.Suddenly, a glowing red rectangle appeared above each of their heads—translucent panels flickering like holograms.> “Huh? What’s this? Another function of the system?” Ethan muttered.He

Ethan stood calmly in the middle of the grassy plains, his cloak fluttering gently behind him. Before him, ten hulking Pig Demons snorted and snarled, their thick, bloated bodies covered in cracked gray skin. Red eyes burned with hatred as they locked onto Ethan. With a guttural roar, the entire group charged. Ethan didn’t flinch. He raised a single hand, voice steady and clear. “Sky Domain.” A powerful pressure exploded outward from his body like a tidal wave. The force slammed into the charging Pig Demons with brutal efficiency, flattening them to the ground before they could even raise a claw. Dirt cracked beneath their bodies, and several groaned in pain, struggling to rise. Their roars now carried something new—fear. Ethan’s expression didn’t change. “Holy Light Sword… fall.” The sky above shimmered. Dozens of radiant swords forged from pure light appeared high overhead. With a sharp whistle, they fell like divine spears. Shunk! Shunk! Shunk! The blades pierc

Sophia, now having regained a bit of strength, pushed herself up from the ground. Her legs still trembled slightly, but she managed to steady herself. She walked forward, just in time to catch Ethan as his knees gave way. Ethan blinked, surprised to find himself leaning against something soft and warm. > “Huh?” he muttered, turning his head. It was Sophia—supporting him gently, her face pale but filled with concern. “Thank you,” she said softly, carefully keeping him steady. Without another word, she raised her hand, and two small glass vials appeared in a flash of light from her storage ring. The green liquid inside glowed faintly with a gentle radiance. Sophia uncorked the first bottle and downed it. Almost instantly, her wounds began to close, and her color returned. Then, she uncorked the second vial and held it out to Ethan. He looked at the glowing potion suspiciously. “What is that?” “It’s a Rank 5 healing potion,” she said without hesitation. Ethan's eyes wi

Moments after the receptionist vanished behind the wooden door, the Adventurer’s Guild hall buzzed with chatter. Shock, disbelief, and curiosity rippled through the air like wildfire. > “He completed two A-Rank missions? Alone?” > “That kid… he doesn’t even look winded.” > “Think he’s some noble brat? Or maybe a hidden genius?” Ethan stood quietly beside the front desk, arms crossed behind his back. His expression was unreadable, but his posture spoke volumes—calm, composed, and entirely unaffected by the crowd’s growing curiosity. From the corner of his eye, he noticed several adventurers sizing him up. Some whispered, some stared outright. None dared approach. The door behind the desk creaked open. The receptionist emerged, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with urgency. She held a sleek black card outlined with silver trim and cleared her throat before speaking. “Ethan Gale,” she began, her tone more respectful this time. “As per Guild protocol, successfully completing two

Moonlight Magic Academy’s training ground echoed with the rhythmic clash of wood against wood. The late morning sun cast golden rays across the training ground Two figures moved like blurs, their wooden swords colliding with sharp cracks that reverberated through the air. One was a young man, around sixteen or seventeen, sweat glistening on his forehead, his breathing heavy yet steady. The other was a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man whose strikes were precise, economical, and devastating. Ethan Gale and Professor Dain were training. Though it was technically a spar, there was nothing casual about the way they fought. Dain’s strikes came fast and hard, but always with subtle restraint. He had several chances to knock Ethan flat, yet each time he held back just enough to allow the boy to recover. But it wasn’t kindness—no. It was challenge. A test. As the exchange continued, Dain suddenly pivoted and struck a heavy blow into Ethan’s stomach with the butt of his wooden swo