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 window, moonlight tangled in her silver hair, arms crossed, eyes full of unspoken annoyance. Great. An audience for my dramatic collapse. Darius grinned when he saw me. "Well, look who survived. I almost bet five silvers you wouldn't.The fact you are still standing and you could walk, I'm impressed normally you'd just lie there ." "Should've gone all in," I said, dragging my feet inside. "You'd have lost big." I didn't even make it to the chair before my knees gave out. Aria was at my side instantly, catching my arm. Her touch was gentle too gentle for a Valencrest. "He went too far this time," she muttered, voice low. "Your training wasn't supposed to start until dawn." Her brows knitted, but she said nothing. Darius tossed a cloth at her, and the two of them started cleaning me up , cold water, no potions, because, of course, rules. They didn't talk much. Neither did I. The silence said enough. When Darius finally stepped back, he exhaled. "Lucien… just keep your head low this week, alright? He's pushing harder than usual." "I wish , unfortunately I have to do this for the rest of the week with no health potions because I'm weak." Aria shot Darius a glare " Little brother I know it's tough just know you always have us." "I know," I muttered, eyes half-shut. " They really love their brother , I can see genuine concern. They exchanged a look — concern and frustration all wrapped in that Valencrest pride that wouldn't let them show too much. When they finally left, Aria glanced back once. Just once. Her expression softened then hardened again as she closed the door. And then it was just me. And pain. I slid down until I was lying flat on the floor. It was cold, hard, and for some reason, better than the bed. "This body's built like wet paper," I groaned. "One hit and everything's screaming." Still… that training session—if you could call it that—did show me something. My father's movements weren't just fast. They were patterned. Precise. Almost measurable. That's data. That's progress. I stared at the ceiling, half-laughing through a grimace. I wondered how strong this family really is and then I realized I don't even know how this world ranks like those webnovels. "Architect," I whispered, "show me this world's ranking system." The familiar flicker hit my mind. [Information Request Detected: "Ranking System"] [Cost: 20 Points] [Confirm?] "You have got to be kidding me !!! You just want to rob me blind . Fine just take it ." My head throbbed as data poured in—cold, clinical, exact. --- [WORLD CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM] TRAITS — the core of growth, this can be changed depending on how strong the individual grows . F (Gray): Barely awakened. E (Blue): Beginner cultivator. D (Green): Standard human potential. C (Yellow): Capable of reaching Master rank. B (Red): Noble-tier — powerful bloodlines. A (Purple): Heroic-tier prodigies. S (Gold): Legendary-tier bloodlines. SS: Divine-tier — anomalies. (User bloodline confirmed.) TALENTS — growth potential, same rank scale. SKILLS — Common → Rare → Epic → Legendary → Mythic. RANKS (Cultivation Stages) 1. Initiate 2. Adept 3. Expert 4. Master 5. Ascendant 6. Transcendent Aurean Valecrest :trait rank S Cultivation rank : Ascendant Darius valecrest: trait rank : A Cultivation rank: Master Aria valecrest: trait rank : A Cultivation rank: Master ... I stared blankly for a few seconds, trying to process through the fog of pain. My father — Aureon Valencrest — was an Ascendant, trait rank S My siblings — Aria and Darius — were Masters, both rank A. And me? A glorified punching bag with a D-rank body. I exhaled slowly. "Fantastic. I'm surrounded by walking cheat codes." The Architect faded out, its hum lingering in my skull like a heartbeat. This world worshipped strength. Measured it. Ranked it. Fine. Then I'd learn the system better than anyone else. Break it down. Rebuild myself from the bones up. But right now… I shifted, pain ripping through my chest. "Yeah, maybe after a small nap." I crashed face-first into the pillow, muscles twitching in protest. My last thought before sleep hit was simple: "If pain builds character, I'm about to become a legend." And with that, darkness took over.Latest Chapter
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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