The night the clan cast him out, the sky refused to shine. Cold rain hammered against the stone steps as Lior stood before the sealed gates of the Azurefang Clan, his clothes soaked, his breath trembling in the wind. Behind those gates were the people who had raised him, trained him, and without hesitation, discarded him like a broken tool. “By decree of the Elders,” the guard had said, voice flat, “you are stripped of your title and expelled. Leave before dawn.” No explanation. No trial. No chance to defend himself. Just exile. Lior tightened his grip on the only thing he had left: a smooth jade pendant, warm against his skin despite the freezing rain. His mother’s final gift before she passed away from the shadow disease, which was slowly taking over the world. The last piece of her he still carried."Take this Lior, and never lose it. It will help you write your destiny." Lior could still hear his mother's weak voice on her dying bed."Don't speak like that, mother

Lior had spent the whole night at the mines, using his Divine Eye skill to gather and combine many rare items to form unique weapons, and other gadgets. It was the era of the industrial revolution; Planes and steam engine trains were used for long distances. Hatchback vehicles and other models which had just been invented at the time, drove around in the cities, only for the rich. Short guns were bought only by the rich. Circuses, fight arenas, and movie theaters filled the towns. The military used advanced weapons, which the society couldn't afford, but there was still so much technology left to discover. Fixed phones were used for communication, but only the rich could afford mobile phones. However, the poor preferred sending letters through the post office. Lior knew this was the best time to bring out something new that could generate vast wealth for him, but he needed materials, especially those sold at auctions, which were very expensive. Good thing he had the Eye

The next day, Lior stood at the massive city gates, a place that always seemed to hum with life and movement. He carried only a small, worn bag slung over his shoulder, the bag that held the few belongings he still possessed.Despite its light weight, it felt strangely heavy to him, as if it carried not just items but the beginning of a long, uncertain journey, a journey he hoped would lead him toward greatness.The guards stationed at the entrance were busy with their usual routines. Some were checking the bags of merchants who came in with carts full of goods, while others inspected documents or questioned travelers. Their eyes were sharp, trained to catch anything suspicious before it slipped into the city. Yet even with all this activity, something about the atmosphere felt different to Lior.The air seemed unusually bright, almost festive, as though the entire city was preparing for a celebration.He noticed noble families arriving in elegant vehicles and horse‑drawn carriage

Lior was given a small, dimly lit room in the servants’ headquarters; a narrow stone chamber tucked deep within the eastern wing of the palace. The walls were cold, the single window barely large enough to let in a sliver of moonlight. A thin mattress lay on a wooden frame, and a rusted basin sat in the corner. This was where he would live for the next year, serving the palace day and night. Normally, palace servants were paid handsomely for their loyalty and labor, but Lior’s situation was different. Every dollar he earned would be seized immediately, stripped from his salary each month to pay off the fine of two hundred thousand dollars he still owed the court. It meant he would work tirelessly for a year without seeing a single cent. A tracking collar was put around his neck. It was a cold, metal band that made a soft humming noise. There were special symbols, called runes, inside it. The guards locked it in place with a sharp click that echoed in the room. “This colla

As Lior stepped forward, the crowd's gaze shifted from admiration to anger, their faces twisted in shock and disbelief. The king's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. "Repeat what you said, Lior Raz," he commanded, his voice firm but with a hint of curiosity.Lior stood tall, his voice clear. "I said, I was the one who healed the governor's daughter. That gift belongs to me now."The crowd erupted into gasps and whispers. Delilah, Frederick's mother, was livid. "How dare he!" she hissed. "A common servant, under punishment, has the audacity to claim such a feat?"The king raised his hand, silencing the crowd. "Lior, are you sure of what you're saying?" he asked, his tone measured.Lior nodded, unwavering. "I'm positive, Your Majesty."The governor leaned forward, his eyes locked on Lior. "If you're lying, boy, you'll regret it. Describe my daughter's condition."Lior's gaze didn't falter. "She was stung by a wild forest bee, known as the scorpion bee. The venom's been spreadin