2025-12-18 00:08:35"Let's analyze the system," Lucien muttered, leaning back against the velvet headboard. His emerald eyes flickered as threads of blue light formed before him, pulsing with a quiet rhythm .
[Status Window Opened.] [HOST: LUCIEN VALECREST] Race: Human (Architect-Blooded Variant) Rank: Adept (Low-tier) Age: 18 Strength: 20 Agility: 15 Intelligence: 100 Mana: 30 Aura: 15 Overall Evaluation: D — Weak but has potential for growth. Talent Grade: SS (white) Bloodline: Architect Lineage — Fragmented Core Detected Architect ranking: Tier 1 Architect Skills: Time genuis (unlocked) Description: Allows host to analyze subtle mana , aura and fighting techniques in a given period of time . Sub skills : Copy : Any techniques the host sees can be analyzed and copy Merge: if host combines different techniques into one , host makes an ultimate technique. [ Note the other architect Skills would be added if hosts grows stronger] System Points: 100 Quest: No quest given for now. Lucien stared at the glowing text, the golden chandelier's light brushing against his white hair a faint halo that mocked his hollow gaze. A D-rank evaluation. He almost laughed. "So much for being reborn with potential." Dragging a finger across the translucent display, he scrolled lazily. "Strength, pitiful. Mana, limited. Aura ... barely there. At least the brain made it across." The system emitted a low hum, impersonal yet faintly reactive, as though it resented his tone. [Host is advised to utilize System Points to unlock auxiliary functions.] [Recommendation: Spend 50 Points to purchase "World Knowledge Module."] Lucien tilted his head, unimpressed. "Fifty points for information? Why do I feel scammed “ But he knew better than to wander blind in an alien world. With a quiet sigh, he gave in. "Fine. Execute purchase." [Confirmed. Deducting 50 System Points.] [Uploading planetary data…] The world tilted. A rush of light invaded his mind endless streams of memory, maps, faces, languages, bloodlines, and war. He grit his teeth through the pain until, at last, the torrent slowed. When the light faded, clarity took its place. ..... This was Elandris a realm balanced precariously on five great dominions, each ruled by a race that embodied a fragment of creation's will. All races use mana but have a specific power they are known for. The Suncoast Domain, home of humankind, wielded Aura, the energy of will and purpose. Their kingdoms rose with ambition and burned with pride. The Aelthra Dominion, where the Elves dwelled, bathed in Aether the purest form of mana, drawn from the Tree of Memory that recorded the ages. Elegant, cold, and prideful, they guarded knowledge even the gods once feared. The Valdrak Imperium, domain of the Dragonkin, thrived on Will a force of domination and instinct. Their strength forged empires, their honor crushed nations. To the west lay the Eireriveil Isles, the sanctuary of Spirits. They were beings born of Essence, tethered to nature and emotion. Their serenity hid terrifying depth rage, sorrow, and devotion shaped their power. And far beyond the light, crawling through the ashes of what the world forgot, were the Shadowborn beings cursed to wield Dark mana remnants of divine guardians twisted by betrayal. They could warp reality itself, and the four races had long united to destroy them. The leader of the Shadows declared war , claiming they owned the land and wanted to have it all to themselves. Due to their unique powers The races have been having a hard time against them .The war had never truly ended; it only changed masks although this is what the books know. Lucien drew in a slow breath as the final layer unfolded the map of the Suncoast Domain. At its heart stood the Royal House of Ardenthal, rulers by divine decree, said to have been blessed with the Sun's Aura radiant, commanding, and pure. Their crest bore a blazing crown. Beneath them stood three noble houses pillars of human power. House Valecrest, guardians of intellect and secrecy, they wield the aura of darkness. Different from the other houses and what makes them feared . They hold conduct above all. They are perfectionists and do not tolerate nonsense. House Dorneveil, knights of the golden horizon, wielders of unshakable loyalty and unmatched Aura combat techniques. They wield aura of fire. And House Maelora, scholars of medicine and law, healers who whispered in politics more than prayer. They posses a healing aura . The Valecrests were known for producing geniuses and monsters. Every heir trained under suffocating expectation, sculpted to embody perfection. And this new body, this Lucien Valecrest, had been neither. Weak. Timid. Forgotten. Lucien's lips curved faintly. "Perfect camouflage." [World Knowledge Module Installed.] A new interface unfurled, glowing softly like a heartbeat. He exhaled, low and even, mana flickering faintly beneath his skin like smoke seeking air. "So this is the new stage…" The room was opulent polished gold, carved pillars, mana-infused lamps that glowed like captive suns. But to him, it was nothing but a gilded cage. "Elandris," he whispered, the name tasting strange on his tongue. "Let's see what kind of nightmare you've built." Lucien smiled calm, deliberate, dangerous. "Time to start rewriting the world."
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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."
My very first quest
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
Exception in the Valecrest house
I woke to voices muffled, low, the kind that argues without wanting the patient to hear everything. Pain still lived in me, but it had retreated from screaming to a steady, angry thrum. The world was a soft edged painting; light bled at the corners."....he needs a healer," Darius said, voice tight. Not the teasing baritone from the training yard. This had teeth."No potions for weakness and certainly no healers." Father answered. The words were flat, measured. Even half-conscious, I knew the timbre: Aureon Valencrest, always the damper of pleas. The air behind his voice was colder than the room.Darius didn't back down. "He's D-ranked. You can't forget that. You forget that we were Master-A, that his body isn't built like ours. A broken rib doesn't close with pride. Why are you even going this hard on him ? You've been treating him like this since we left for the military, it's not his fault Mother....."A silence. Something metallic clicked in the background a guard shifting, boo
Brain Overload
Dawn came too soon.And by "too soon," I mean my body still felt like someone used it as target practice for a brick-throwing competition.Every muscle screamed in protest as I pulled myself out of bed. My ribs ached, my shoulders burned, and I swear my legs had a personal vendetta against gravity.But hey , pain means you're alive, right?Father was already in the courtyard, moving through his forms with that same ruthless precision. The morning mist coiled around him like he was part of it grace wrapped in danger."Begin," he said when he saw me. No greeting, no pity. Just that single word.I took my stance, even though my knees shook a little. The first strike came fast. I barely dodged. The second hit landed clean across my shoulder, and stars burst in my vision.This training hurts like hell, I thought grimly. I was never beaten on Earth even when I was broke… but this? This is a different level of torture . My old gym teacher would cry if he saw this.Father didn't slow down, a
Surrounded by cheat codes
I swear I could hear my bones begging for mercy.Every step echoed through the Valencrest halls like a reminder that I still had bones left to break.This training hurts like hell.Back on Earth, I'd been poor, not suicidal.The worst I'd gotten was a slap from life ,not a right hook laced with aura.Now, every breath felt like someone had replaced my ribs with glass shards. I was holding the wall for support as I made my way to my room....god this hurt like hell.No one met my eyes as I passed maids, guards, even the old steward by the stairs.Of course they didn't.Around here, pity was just another form of insult.And I didn't need more of those tonight.The rule of House Valencrest was simple:If you can walk, you can train.And healing potions? Those were for victors, not disappointments.I pushed open my door and blinked.There they were — my loving siblings.Darius, lounging on my bed like it was his personal throne, tossing a dagger in lazy arcs.And Aria, sitting by the windo
Torture disguised as training
I had just stepped into the training ground, I was surprised I even knew my way there .I hadn't even taken a minute to assess my surroundings when I was welcomed with a fist right into my gut and of course the fist was wrapped in aura.The hit sent me skidding across the marble floor. My ribs screamed; my vision shook. I barely managed to stay on my knees."Late," he said flat, cold, like a statement of fact.Another blow came before I could answer. I folded in half, choking, blood on my tongue. The floor tilted, and I realized the pain was making me dizzy."You can't afford weakness," his voice cut through the ringing. "You will not shame this house at the Academy Trials. I don't know why you have proven to be the most pathetic member of this house ".Shame.Right. That's what they called it when their weapon didn't sharpen fast enough. [Architect Analysis InitiatedSkill activatied : Time genius.]Target: Aureon ValencrestEstimated Deconstruction: 6 minutes, 12 seconds.What t
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