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11. Fan of bullying
As expected of a nobles' academy, students from all imaginable rich background flooded the entrance. Chariots glided across the paved courtyard, some drawn by unicorns, some by elegant stallions, and others by mystic beasts Hazrad had never even read about. The students climbing down from these lavish rides wore smug little smiles, basking in admiration from other nobles. There were no grand gates for entering the academy or any kind of dramatic archway, only a shimmering barrier and a small checkpoint room where each student was searched, identified, and confirmed before being permitted through. Such tight security… Hazrad muttered inwardly. He stepped off their chariot, still wide-eyed at everything around him, when the gasps from nearby students made him look up. His breath hitched that he nearly choked on his own saliva. Descending from the sky was a reindeer-drawn sleigh straight out of a holiday movie. Santa-style, complete with a trail of twinkling gold particles curl
10. Umbra City
The chariot glided down the mountain path with surprising grace, its wheels humming against the stone path.Hazrad leaned forward, eyes roaming eagerly across the landscape as if he were trying to memorize every inch of it.They crossed an arched bridge, and beneath it stretched an endless river, its surface shimmering in shifting colors like a rippling rainbow."What's this river, lady?" Hazrad asked, craning his neck.Azra inhaled deeply, ready to scold him for "lady" again, but the question tugged out her wiser, older-sister mode. She folded her arms, eyelids narrowing in a dramatic sage-like fashion."This is the River of Woes. Though this is only a stream of the main body.""River of Woes?" Hazrad echoed, leaning so close he nearly toppled out. "Why's it called that? I didn't read anything about it in the book!""That's because we only had one history book at home, dummy." She rolled her eyes. "Stop pestering me. You'll learn all of this at the academy."Hazrad clasped his hands
9. Duel
Days turned to weeks. Weeks blurred into months.A gentle breeze swept across the land, shaking loose the orange, star-shaped leaves of an old okari tree. The golden rays of morning crept over the dense forest, painting the world in warmth and light.Beneath the okari tree stood two figures: a warrior woman gripping a wooden staff, and a tiny boy barely twenty-five inches tall, holding his own wooden sword with both hands.That tiny boy was Hazrad. Nine months old but already far beyond ordinary children.Far enough that he had trained day after day, until he finally worked up the courage to challenge Azra to a duel."I still don't know what kind of cockiness possessed you," Azra muttered, leveling her gaze at him. "But I'm not holding back just because you're a kid.""Holding back would be disrespectful to me, lovely lady. Give me everything you've got." Hazrad smirked, curling his fingers in a taunting come-at-me gesture."Tsk. I'll beat that insolent attitude right out of you, brat
8. Reaper History
A Reaper. There was so much responsibility in becoming one. Not only must you guide the souls of those whose time has come and deliver them safely to the Sheol, but you must also maintain the world's delicate balance. That's why another name for Reapers was BalanceKeepers. They safeguarded the natural flow of life—ensuring the right deaths occurred at the right time, and the right judgments led to the right reincarnations.Reincarnation itself was the domain of a God or Goddess… but not every soul deserved it. A Reaper's duty was to know which fate belonged to which soul. Only then could one become a child Father Death would be proud of.Hazrad was learning all this information from the book he'd picked up. He was barely blinking, flipping through page after page with wide-eyed curiosity, wanting to learn more of his new world. Father Death?The phrase kept sticking in his mind. Almost in every chapter, the phrase would be mentioned. Who was that supposed to be? Was Death… a p
7. Mischievous
At only five months old, Hazrad had become a healthy, restless little creature, but something about him worried Azra a little bit. His growth seemed stagnant or slow. Reaper infants his age were usually twice his size, yet he was still tiny, almost fragile… maybe because he wasn't a full reaper. That made Azra wonder if that small frame of his would affect his future value as their "ultimate weapon."Nero, however, the cerberus pup born the same month as him, was the complete opposite. The beast wasn't just active—it grew at a frightening pace, exactly what one would expect from a creature designed to tear armies apart. It already stood roughly 35 cm at the shoulder, its long body stretching close to a meter and a half. Its skin was already as hard as a concrete with dark, shiny furs covering it up. Its strength was impressive too; it could carry Hazrad on its back without feeling the slightest weight.For nearly a week, Hazrad had been sneaking out of the house, riding Nero int
6. Nero
Tiredness eventually made Hazrad fall asleep despite the house still smelling of fresh blood. In the morning, Hazrad cracked his eyes open only to find Azra sprawled across the bed, One leg dangling off the mattress, the other thrown across a pillow, hair wild, mouth slightly open. But that wasn't what captured his entire soul.Her bustier had surrendered at night, tits spilling out in full glorious rebellion, rising up and falling down with every soft breath she took. He stared at them, eyes glittering like a starving wolf.The areolae surrounding the nipples a deep dusky pink, nipples stiff and plump like forbidden treat meant only for the gods. Hazra stared, blinked. Then stared more. Oh, come on!Lady, please cover those twin mounds of destruction so I can think properly, please!! he screamed internally, kicking his little legs uselessly. With a long, suffering sigh, he forced himself to focus on what was actually important.He remembered receiving a system before reincarna
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