David was moving toward the spaceship wreckage when a sudden chill ran down his spine. He spun toward the sound that had whispered through the silence, but saw no one. Just as he thought it might have been an illusion, his eyes caught a tiny model house sitting exactly in the center of the dried blood pond.It was so small he could hold it in his palm. Curious, he reached down to pick it up, but the moment his fingers touched it, an irresistible force yanked him inside.When his figure reappeared, he was standing before an old man whose very presence seemed to command the space around them.“So, you’re the successor who has found favor with the lord,” the old man said, studying David with eyes that had watched countless millennia pass.“Who are you? Where am I?” David asked, his voice tense with wariness.“You are inside that small house you saw outside. I am the spirit of this house.”David’s brow furrowed. “Then… the blood outside, the monster I saw when I arrived was all of that ke

David opened his eyes and found himself standing near Albert once again.“You used a sword and spear together, hoping for a long-range and surprise attack,” Albert said. “That works when your enemy is weaker, or when you have overwhelming experience. But if your opponent is stronger, you may never get the chance to use that hidden strike. So first, master a single weapon. Trying to swallow everything at once often yields nothing. Choose a spear or sword. Perfect it until the weapon feels like a part of your own body.”David looked down at his hands, still trembling from the virtual death. He thought of the weight of the spear, the way it felt like an extension of his will. “I will choose the spear.”“Good,” Albert nodded. “Put the sword away for now. We will start with a spear martial art called Spear of Destruction. It is designed to turn the spear into total annihilation. As your fighting style evolves, you can create your own martial art, even with multiple weapons. But for now, le

David stood at the viewport, gazing out at the capital of the Galactic Empire. Thousands of spaceships streamed in and out of the colossal port, their lights weaving a dazzling tapestry against the dark canvas of space. The entire planet glowed beneath him, a jewel of civilization, and for a moment, he simply watched, his breath caught somewhere between awe and quiet anxiety.As his ship descended toward the port, an announcement rang through the cabin: "S-class vessel, proceed to Section A."Trippy adjusted course smoothly, guiding the dark ship toward its designated landing zone. Behind David, Liam and Emma exchanged stunned glances."Wait," Liam said, his voice rising. "S-class? I thought this was an A-class ship. You always travel so slowly, I assumed…"David glanced back, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I told Trippy to keep the speed low. I wanted to see the scenery, to get comfortable with traveling. This is my first time outside my home planet, after all."Emma's eyes wide

On the day of the auction, David received a call from Liam."I'm coming to pick you up, brother. You better be ready and please, wear something that isn't armor for once!"David ended the call with a faint smile. He stood before his wardrobe, considering. For years, he had worn only battle armor or simple training clothes. But today was different. Today, he would walk among the powerful, and appearances mattered.An hour later, when Liam's car pulled up, David stepped out of his villa.He wore a dark suit the color of dried blood, perfectly tailored, with subtle crimson threading that caught the light. His black hair was neatly swept back, and his eyes — those unsettling, quiet eyes seemed sharper against the formal attire. He looked like a young master from an ancient clan, the kind people whispered about.Liam's jaw dropped."What a surprise! I honestly thought you'd show up in armor." Liam circled him dramatically, grinning. "But look at you almost as handsome as me. Almost."Davi

Robert stood at the window long after David's car had disappeared into the night. The boy's face lingered in his mind, the sharp jawline, the shape of the eyes, the way his brow furrowed when he thought no one was watching. It was uncanny. Almost identical.But resemblance proved nothing. The universe was vast, and bloodlines crossed in strange ways. Without bloodline familiarity, there was no certainty. Only suspicion.Yet it wasn't the face that troubled Robert most. It was the flash he had caught briefly as lightning, gone in an instant when he suggested David find protection within the army structure at the battlefield's start.For a bare second, something dark had surfaced in the boy's eyes. Not fear. Not hesitation but hatred. A deep, buried, visceral hatred of being bound, of being watched, of being trapped under authority. It was the look of someone who had been betrayed not by enemies, but by those who should have protected him.If Robert hadn't been at the peak of immortalit