Host name: Zephyr Silvaris
Age: 5
Gender: male
Race: human
Class: God of war Heir
Rank: Novice (Early)
Potential: EX
Attributes
Strength 23
Agility 25
Endurance: 30
Intelligence: 12
Will: 8
Mana: 1000/1000
Class buffs
War God Body: Increase user attributes by 50% every Major Rank Advancement.
Comprehension: 500% increase to skill learning speed.
Combat Prowess: 500% increase to skill lethality.
Battle Adaptation: 500% increase in help
Analyze enemy attack to and help to perfectly counter them
Unbroken Mind: 500% increase resistance to mind attack and pressure.
Skills
Sword art stage 1
First Form: Shadow step — sudden burst of Increase in user speed and help close the distance between enemy.
Second Form: Movement Severance — severe the enemy connection from their surroundings mana, senses.
Third Form: Lethality strike —
Strike enemy with full Power.
Zephyr felt a strange hum inside his body. It felt like lightning was moving through his arms and legs instead of blood.
He was only five years old, but he felt very strong. He looked at the numbers in his mind. His Strength was 24! For a little boy, that number was impossible
But it was the Class Buffs that made his breath hitch.
All combat skills power increased by 500%
All skills learning comprehension increased by 500%
War God body increase user attributes by 50% Every major rank Advancement
500% increase in help to Analyze enemy attack to and help to perfectly counter them.
500% increase in mind attack and aura pressure resistance.
"Five hundred percent..." Zephyr whispered, his voice cracking with the high-pitched tone of a child. "I won't just be strong. I'll be a walking catastrophe."
The implications were staggering. In this world, power was the only currency that never devalued. If his attributes increased by 50% compounded at every rank, he wouldn't just be a warrior; he would be a force of nature. He closed his eyes, testing the Third Form: Lethality Strike in his mind.
Even without a sword in hand, the mental blueprint of the move felt etched into his soul, a gift from the God of Light.
Thank you," he murmured to the empty air, a prayer to the god who had granted him this second chance at life. "I won't waste it."
"Zephyr! Come out and eat now!"
The voice of his mother, Ruby, cut through his reverie like a bell. Zephyr jumped, the system interface vanishing instantly. He glanced at the sun-dial on his windowsill. The shadow had moved significantly.
"Seven o'clock?" he gasped. "I've been staring at the status for three hours?"
Time moves fast when you are thinking about becoming a something. Zephyr jumped out of bed. He moved much faster and smoother than he did yesterday. He felt light, as if his body was not heavy at all.
He took off his pajamas and put on his tough pants and a simple shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a normal boy with messy hair and bright eyes. But inside, he had the spirit of a great warrior.
He rushed down the wooden stairs, the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh-baked rye bread filling his lungs.
"Good morning, Mom, Sis, Dad," Zephyr chirped as he entered the kitchen.
"Good morning," the three replied in unison, though the tones were vastly different.
His sister, Lina, gave a muffled greeting through a mouthful of eggs. His mother, Ruby, offered a warm, radiant smile that seemed to light up the room. But his father, Seres, sat at the head of the table with a posture that was a bit too straight, his eyes fixed on his tea.
Zephyr sat in his normal chair next to his father. For a little while, the only sound was the clicking of spoons against the bowls.
Zephyr watched everyone. His sister, Lina, was eating very fast and was happy. But his mother and father were not eating.
They were looking at each other without speaking. It was the kind of look parents give when something big is about to happen.
Seres put his cup down. The sound was sharp like a hammer hitting a table. He looked at Zephyr and Lina.
"Listen to me," Seres said. His voice was not warm anymore. It was hard and serious.
"Zephyr, Lina. We live in this small village because we chose to, not because we had to."
Zephyr felt a cold shiver. He thought, "Here is the big secret."
"I am not really a woodcutter," Seres said, looking straight at Zephyr.
"I know, Father," Zephyr said quietly. "Your hands don't look like a woodcutter's hands. They look like the hands of a man who uses a sword."
Seres looked surprised and proud for a second. Then he became serious again.
"You are very smart. We are part of the Silvaris family. We are one of the six most powerful families in the divine sun Empire."
The air in the room seemed to grow heavy. The Divine Sun Empire wasn't just a nation. It was the home of the Divine Radiant Academy and the seat of the Sovereign—a being whose power could level mountains and boil seas, Was the Principal of the Academy.
"Our family is very important," Seres said.
"My father, your grandfather, is a man named Cedric Silvaris. He is a 'Monarch.'"
Lina was so shocked that she dropped her fork. It hit the floor with a loud noise. In this world, a "Monarch" is like a legend.
They are one of the strongest types of people alive. Under them are Saints, then Sages, and then Grandmasters.
"And Mom?" Zephyr asked, his heart hammering.
"Your mother is a Grandmaster (Mid)," Seres said. "And I... I reached the rank of Sage (Early) before we left the capital."
Zephyr did the math. His father was a Sage—a man who could likely take on an entire army of common soldiers. And yet, he had spent five years chopping wood and teaching Zephyr how to read
Seres sighed, reaching out to take Ruby's hand.
"Because power comes with a price, Lina. Politics, blood-feuds, the weight of expectations... I wanted you both to have a childhood where you were loved for who you are, not for what your potential could do for the family's standing."
"But a Silvaris cannot hide forever.
Especially not now. When you turn ten, Zephyr, we will leave Stone Heaven. We will return to the main family estate in the capital. You will both be tested, and you will both enter the Academy."
Zephyr sat in silence, processing the scale of his new reality. He wasn't just a boy with a system. he was the scion of a Monarch, living in a world where his very existence was a political landmine.
He had five years until he going to the Divine Sun Empire. Five years to use his 500% comprehension to master the Sword Arts. Five years to let his War God Body evolve through the ranks.
"I'll be ready, Dad," Zephyr said, his eyes glowing with a faint, golden light that his father mistook for excitement.
Seres nodded, though a shadow of worry remained. "I hope so, Zephyr. Because in the capital, 'Novice' is just another word for 'target.' We start your real training tomorrow
Zephyr smiled. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.