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“Your family’s blood runs thick with treason.” The words seared into young Thorne Valtor’s mind as he watched his world crumble. His uncle’s guards dragged his father away in chains, accused of murdering the grandfather Thorne barely knew. His mother lunged forward, desperate to stop them, only to be cut down in a spray of blood right before his eyes. “Mother!” Thorne’s scream echoed uselessly as blades flashed again. His father broke free for a heartbeat, grabbing Thorne in a frantic escape attempt, but arrows felled him mid-stride. Thorne crumpled beside his father’s body, the warmth of life fading under his small hands. The uncle’s shadow loomed over him. “You’re no longer needed here, boy.” Sold into slavery to the neighboring kingdom of Eldoria, Thorne toiled in the brutal depths of their mining pits, his body scarred by whips and his spirit hardened by years of endless labor. Freedom came not from mercy, but from chaos: Eldoria fell under siege by a nameless horde wielding forbidden dark mage powers, their shadows twisting reality itself. Thorne fled through the carnage, crossing borders back to his homeland of Valeria, where he sought refuge in his father’s hidden sanctuary,a forgotten cavern etched with ancient runes. There, a sealed door his father had once whispered about beckoned. “It will open when the time is right.” The time was now. The door yielded, revealing five ethereal thrones occupied by spectral ancient mages. “He has returned, the chosen one.” They descended, pressing a glowing tome into his hands. “Within lies powers, Use it wisely, heir of the clovers. “Do the right thing.” Read on to unravel a tale where betrayal forges heroes, magic awakens legacies, and one boy’s choice could shatter empires or mend them.

Zevian Rook had three things going for him: a scholarship to an elite university, $173 in his bank account, and absolutely no ambition to impress anyone. Then a System appeared. [Daily Check-In System successfully activated.] "Cliche." [...] "Can I fly?" [No.] "Heat vision?" [No.] "Then what's the point?" Apparently offended by its own uselessness, the System forcibly upgraded itself. [HEAVEN DEFYING SYSTEM activated!] Its first legendary reward? A nut. Zevian ate it. He probably should have read the description first. The next morning, his glasses stopped working, his body looked like it had been sculpted by an overenthusiastic god, and his supposedly ordinary university life went straight to hell. Rich heirs want to humiliate him. Campus beauties keep approaching him. A gorgeous senior secretly has thirty days to make him fall in love and break his heart. Unfortunately for her, Zevian is more interested in the free meals. And while everyone mistakes his indifference for cowardice, nobody realizes that beneath Zevian's easygoing smile is a man who simply doesn't care about money, status, reputation... or giving arrogant people the reaction they want. Cars? Nice. Mansions? Convenient. Beautiful women? He has eyes. Insult him? Go ahead. Touch someone he cares about? That's when Zevian stops smiling. From a broke scholarship student to a despised son-in-law, from a supposedly useless orphan to the hidden heir of a terrifying family, Zevian will slowly discover that wealth is only the surface of his world. Beyond it lies martial arts, hidden powers, forgotten bloodlines... and the truth behind a System arrogant enough to call itself Heaven Defying. Zevian only has one question. "Can I fly yet?" [NO!]