All Chapters of Solo levelling: My architect system: Chapter 11
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The one who saves the world
The morning sun spilled across the ruined rooftops of Suncoast Village, glinting off the sea beyond the cliffs.Behind the orphanage a weathered stone house barely holding itself together a lone boy trained beneath the whispering trees.His fists struck the air in rhythmic bursts. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each hit sharper than the last.Sweat ran down his bare back, tracing the faint shimmer of mana beneath his skin. Blond hair clung to his face, glowing faintly in the light. His eyes ocean-blue and steady reflected a kind of calm fire that didn't belong to someone his age.And though his ears tapered ever so slightly, betraying his half-elf blood, it was barely noticeable… unless you were looking for a reason to hate him.Which most people did.A group of teenagers stood at the forest's edge, their laughter cutting through the sound of his training."Look at him," one sneered. "Still pretending he's one of us.""Halfbreed trash," another spat. "You'll never pass the academy trials, freak."
House Valecrest
The next day, we trained like nothing happened. No one spoke about the fainting, the healer, or the way my father's voice had nearly split the walls the night before. In House Valecrest, pain was yesterday's news. By dawn, I was on the training ground again. My body still protested every move, but I kept my stance steady. My father's blows were the same precise, heavy, and carrying that brutal elegance only someone who'd been at war with the world could own. Each strike rattled through my bones like thunder, but this time, I didn't crumble. I blocked. I shifted. I adapted. By dusk, I trained with Darius and Aria. They didn't go easy either not because they didn't care, but because pity was forbidden here. Darius drilled aura manipulation into my head, each correction a bark, each success a grunt of approval. His aura was dense and suffocating, a heavy Dark Pressure type designed to crush enemy senses and disrupt balance. Aria, on the other hand, moved like mist sharpened into gla
The Shadowborn
The Shadowborn Dominion is located in the void . A place so isolated that the other races call it the void because it leaks of cursed energy. Both the Shadowborn civilization and monsters roam there.Black monoliths jutted from a molten sea of shadow, veins of silver and violet coursing through them like the pulse of a living heart. The air was heavy, ancient, humming with the faint rhythm of something slumbering far below.At its center stood the Throne of Veins, a colossal citadel made from the fossilized remains of a god. It breathed faintly, walls throbbing with slow, dark light — as if the whole fortress was alive, dreaming.Within, a vast council had gathered — masters, nobles, assassins, and warlords of every race. Their cloaks were made of mana, their masks of bone and blackened gold. Even among monsters, none dared speak aloud.Because tonight, the Transcendents were awake.Reality bent and three thrones descended from the void.Vaelth, the Eater of Imaginations, appeared fi
Knowing the competition
By the time I got back from training, I felt like a half-dismantled mannequin.Nothing broken. Just pain vibrating in places I didn't know could hurt.I dragged myself into my room—only to find it occupied.Darius was sitting on my desk, cleaning his knuckles like he'd just finished a fight.Aria had stolen my bed again, legs crossed, humming some noble melody like she owned the place.For a moment, I just stood there, staring.Do these two even have rooms of their own, or am I the family's emotional support punching bag?"Ever heard of personal space?" I muttered.Aria grinned. " Little brother you are alive ". She said this squirming, Aria has the kind of cute childish vibes even though she is 25 ."Barely," I agreed, limping past her.Darius raised a brow. "You look less like roadkill today. Progress." Darius said it this looking as uninterested as ever. Sometimes I really don't get my siblings."Guess my bones are starting to get the memo," I said, dropping into the chair opposite
Being rich is awesome
The hovercar glided through the clouds, leaving streaks of gold light behind it. No wheels. No noise. Just power contained in perfection.I leaned against the window, watching the world stretch out below — endless rivers gleaming like molten silver, spires of obsidian rising from floating cities, airships drifting lazily between hovering islands.You know... this world gives "medieval royalty" but with "sci-fi billionaire" flair.Magic lamps, enchanted roads, flying cities... It's like someone took the Middle Ages and slapped advanced tech on it until it gleamed.And me?I was rich.Obscenely, beautifully, unapologetically rich.Whoever said money doesn't buy happiness is a stupid and an irrational liar . Yes , there was emotional trauma but being rich is still awesome.I didn't need to worry about food, about rent, or about survival. My home wasn't a "mansion" it was an estate built into a mountain, guarded by runes and storms. Our name alone bent the knee of half the continent.Be
Gathering of future heroes
The waiting hall of the trials thrummed with mana.So thick, you could almost taste it in the air metallic, heavy, alive. Power gathered here like a storm behind closed doors.Hundreds of candidates stood in clusters nobles in their crested cloaks, mercenaries wrapped in rough leather, and the rare commoner trembling in borrowed robes.But Lucien Valecrest?He leaned lazily against a marble pillar, eyes half-lidded, scanning the hall with a faint smirk.So these are the so-called prodigies of the new generation... huh.His gaze moved like a blade dissecting, classifying, filing away every aura and posture.The first pair that caught his eye stood bathed in light near the front golden hair like sunlight itself, red eyes burning with confidence.The royal twins. Aurean and Aurora Ardenthal.He'd heard rumors that their family claimed descent from the Solar Thrones.Aurean laughed too loudly, swinging his arm around a nervous candidate. "Relax! We're all friends here unless you trip
Reality check
The hall was loud.Two hundred students. Two hundred future soldiers pretending they weren't terrified. Like here was a social event or something.I sat at the back, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded pretending not to care.Aurora's voice from earlier still echoed in my head."My condolences… about your mother."Condolences.For a woman I never knew.For a past that wasn't mine.Ever since I woke up in this world, everyone looked at me with that same pitiful expression, like they knew some tragedy I didn't. I couldn't help but wonder who was she? A warrior? Someone powerful enough for people to still remember her name?Before I could think further, the sound of boots striking marble silenced the entire hall.He walked in without fanfare, but the air shifted instantly. Mana tightened. Conversation died. Even the lights dimmed a little, as if the room itself bent under his presence.Ian Stormbringer.The man who needed no crest, no title, no royal favor. A Transcendent. One of the few l
Before the disaster
We had thirty minutes to prepare before the assessment began.Thirty minutes to pretend ten strangers could think like one army.The tent was alive with flickering lights from the mana crystals, the holographic map hovering in the air.And at its center stood Her Royal Sunlight herself Aurora Ardenthal, princess of Suncoast."Alright," she said crisply, her voice carrying that royal precision that made everyone straighten instinctively. "We'll form a perimeter here. Ryn, Cael, Auren...frontline engagement. Serlene and Seris...defensive watch. Noah—support. Kael....long range. I'll anchor the core."She looked proud, confident, every gesture measured and graceful.And for a moment, it almost felt like she had it under control..Until Yelena spoke."Oh, how adorable," the elf princess drawled from where she leaned against a pole, her silver hair practically glowing under the light. "A little human princess pretending to be a general."Aurora's tone didn't waver. "You have a better pl
Let’s have fun
The stadium was alive.Mana screens hovered across the air, each one displaying a different battlefield view squads sprinting through mist, mana blades clashing, crystals glinting like captured stars. Cheers erupted every few seconds as names rose and fell on the shimmering leaderboard.And right there at the top, glowing in gold light, was one team that had everyone talking.Group 11 – 5 crystals acquired "Unbelievable!" the commentator's voice boomed through the speakers, brimming with excitement. "Group 11 takes another crystal that's their third raid in under ten minutes! Look at that coordination! The Valecrest prodigy really wasn't bluffing!"The camera shifted, zooming in on a forest glade bathed in early sun. Ten figures moved like clockwork silent, fluid, precise.Lucien Valecrest was at the center, cloak fluttering as he signaled his team with two short pulses of mana.A blur of motion followed.Ryn dove from a ridge, his glaive slicing through the mist as he cleared the
Pure rage
The crowd was roaring.A sea of nobles and civilians filled the Suncoast Grand Stadium, faces painted with colors of their favored houses, eyes locked on the shimmering panels that floated midair—each one showing the live feeds of the ongoing military exam."Group Eleven has captured their seventh crystal!" cried Ajsi, the commentator, his voice booming through the arena. "Incredible coordination! That's Valecrest efficiency for you, ladies and gentlemen!"Cheers erupted again.In the main screen, Lucien Valecrest, only eighteen, was moving like water and lightning combined sharp, deliberate, never wasting a single motion. His team moved as if they shared one mind. Where others panicked, Group Eleven adapted. Their strategies weren't flashy, but devastatingly effective. Each formation they faced fell in under a minute.He didn't see the crowd.Didn't hear the cheers.He was simply doing what he always did working.No wasted effort. No arrogance. Just relentless precision.Somewhere in