Overpowered Protagonist
System
Weak to Strong
Genius Protagonist
Child Protagonist
Magic
Nobility
Kingdom
Adventure
Fantasy World
Calm MC
No Harem (or Harem – your choice)
Gods
Guild
Season 1:
Episode 1: The Error That Shouldn't Exist
Death came without drama.
No pain.
No warning.
No heroic sacrifice.
One moment, Kael was crossing a quiet street after a late-night convenience store run, his thoughts drifting between unfinished assignments and a future that felt far too distant.
The next—
Darkness.
Not the peaceful kind described in stories.
This darkness was absolute, swallowing even the concept of time.
Kael did not feel his body.
He did not feel fear.
He felt… confusion.
Am I dead?
A moment later, the darkness cracked.
Light flooded in—not blinding, but heavy, layered with authority so immense it pressed against his very existence.
A voice followed.
Not loud.
Not gentle.
Perfectly balanced.
"This… is impossible."
Kael opened his eyes.
Before him stretched an endless white expanse, layered with floating geometric sigils and constellations that moved as if alive. At the center stood a figure cloaked in shifting gold and silver light—neither man nor woman, neither young nor old.
A God.
Kael understood this without being told.
The God stared at him.
Then frowned.
"You were not meant to be here."
Silence fell.
Kael's thoughts raced, but his voice remained calm—oddly calm.
"…Then why am I?"
The God raised a hand, summoning countless glowing threads—timelines, destinies, probabilities. They twisted, overlapped, and then abruptly snapped at a single point.
Kael.
The God's eyes widened.
"Ah."
That single sound carried something Kael never expected to hear from a divine being.
Regret.
"This is my error."
The God lowered his hand.
"You died because of me."
No excuses.
No justification.
Just truth.
Kael exhaled slowly.
"So," he said, meeting the God's gaze without trembling, "I was erased by a mistake."
"Yes."
"Will I be returned?"
The God shook his head.
"Your world has already adjusted. Restoring you would fracture causality."
Another pause.
"However… I will compensate you."
The white expanse shifted.
A new world appeared—lush lands, towering cities, magic flowing through the air like breath.
"You will be reborn here," the God said. "Into a powerful, wealthy, and respected family."
Kael considered it.
Not anger.
Not panic.
Just acceptance.
"…Will I remember this?"
The God hesitated.
Then nodded.
"Yes."
That was when Kael noticed something.
The God was… distracted.
Something flickered behind those divine eyes—an instability, a misalignment.
An error.
The God raised a hand.
Light descended.
"Go, Kael Ardyn Valtor."
The name burned into his soul.
"Live well."
The light consumed him.
Kael was reborn screaming.
Not in pain—
but in shock.
Warm arms held him.
Voices cried in joy.
He felt a heartbeat not his own.
He smelled incense and silk.
"A son!"
"He's healthy!"
"Praise the gods!"
Kael did not cry long.
As consciousness settled into his infant body, memories aligned perfectly—his past life intact, his mind untouched.
He realized something terrifying.
He could think clearly.
As a newborn.
Years passed.
The Valtor Family lived atop the fertile hills of Valtor Crest, respected as protectors of the western lands.
His father, Darius Valtor, was a knight whose presence alone silenced battlefields.
His mother, Elena Valtor, wielded magic with elegance feared even by court mages.
Kael grew quietly.
Too quietly.
At age three, he stopped tripping.
At age four, his eyes followed mana currents instinctively.
And at age five—
He was taken to the Church of Radiant Origin.
The grand hall shimmered with divine symbols. Priests lined the marble floor, chanting blessings as children stood one by one to receive God's grace.
Kael stood calmly.
When his turn came, the High Priest placed a hand on his head.
"May the Gods grant you a fitting blessing."
The world froze.
Kael felt it before it happened.
A familiar presence.
No…
Light exploded from above.
Not one blessing.
Not two.
But everything.
Mana flooded his body like an ocean breaching a dam.
Strength.
Speed.
Knowledge.
Sword mastery.
Magic comprehension.
Summoning authority.
All at once.
The divine altar cracked.
The priests screamed.
And within Kael's mind—
A voice echoed, filled with horror.
"WAIT—!"
The God appeared.
Too late.
The system finalized.
Kael's vision filled with cascading golden text only he could see.
[All Attributes: MAX]
[Divine Authority: Granted]
[Unique Item Acquired: Absolute Item Box]
The God stared at Kael.
Kael stared back.
This time—
The God was the one trembling.
"I've… done it again."
And Kael finally understood.
The first death was a mistake.
This—
Was something far worse.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 1
Cliffhanger achieved
Episode 2: The Blessing That Terrified God
The church was silent.
Not the reverent kind of silence that followed prayer—but the kind that came after a disaster, when reality itself hesitated to move forward.
Cracks spread across the divine altar like spiderwebs frozen in stone. Golden runes flickered erratically in the air before collapsing into motes of light. Several priests had fallen to their knees, pale-faced, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
At the center of it all stood a five-year-old boy.
Kael Ardyn Valtor.
He did not cry.
He did not scream.
He did not even look confused.
He simply stood there, small hands at his sides, eyes calm—too calm.
Inside his mind, the world was very different.
Golden text continued to cascade endlessly before his vision, stacking layer upon layer like an infinite divine ledger.
[Strength: MAX]
[Agility: MAX]
[Vitality: MAX]
[Mana: MAX]
[Mana Control: MAX]
[Magic Affinity: ALL – MAX]
[Sword Mastery: MAX]
[Summoning Authority: MAX]
[Divine Resistance: ABSOLUTE]
The list did not stop.
Kael calmly read everything, his young mind absorbing information with frightening clarity.
So this is power.
Before he could fully process it, the space in front of him split open.
Reality peeled apart like torn cloth.
Gasps echoed throughout the church as a familiar figure emerged from the tear in space—cloaked in divine radiance, eyes wide with unmistakable shock.
Aion Veritas.
The same God.
The same presence.
But now—
He looked afraid.
"Everyone," Aion said quickly, his voice layered with divine authority, "forget what you have seen."
Light pulsed outward.
Priests froze mid-breath.
The High Priest's eyes glazed over.
Memories were rewritten in an instant.
All except one.
Kael.
The God turned to him slowly.
"…You retained consciousness."
Kael tilted his head slightly, observing the God with an unsettling maturity.
"You said you would compensate me," he replied. "This feels excessive."
Aion grimaced.
"Because it is."
The God raised his hand, and the world around them isolated—the church, the people, even time itself suspended like a painting.
Only the two of them remained aware.
Aion looked down at Kael.
"When I blessed you… I miscalculated."
Kael waited.
He had already learned that silence made Gods speak faster.
"Your soul was never meant to receive a standard blessing," Aion continued. "It was already… altered. Refined by error."
Kael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"So when you tried to give me a child's blessing…"
"I gave you everything," Aion finished quietly.
A long pause followed.
Kael spoke again.
"…Can it be taken back?"
Aion did not hesitate.
"No."
The word echoed like a final verdict.
"Your existence has surpassed divine correction. Any attempt to alter you now would destroy this world."
Kael absorbed that without reaction.
Instead, he asked a different question.
"What is the Absolute Item Box?"
Aion's expression stiffened.
"…That was not part of the compensation."
The air trembled.
"It is a primordial construct. An authority meant only for world creators."
Kael focused.
A translucent cube appeared in his mind—limitless, endless, waiting.
Within it, concepts responded to his will.
Creation.
Modification.
Reconstruction.
"…I can remake items," Kael said softly.
"Yes."
"Magic too."
Aion's shoulders sank.
"Yes."
"Magic that cannot be detected."
Silence.
Aion closed his eyes.
"…Yes."
Kael exhaled.
He finally smiled.
Not wide.
Not excited.
Satisfied.
Time resumed.
The priests blinked, confused.
The High Priest cleared his throat awkwardly. "A-Ah… the blessing is complete."
The altar looked perfectly intact.
Reality had been rewritten.
Kael turned and walked back to his parents.
His mother, Elena Valtor, knelt instantly, worry in her eyes. "Kael, are you alright?"
"I am," he answered.
His father, Darius Valtor, placed a large hand on his shoulder, instinctively protective.
Neither of them noticed the faint distortion in the air around their son.
But monsters would.
That night, Kael sat alone in his room.
Moonlight spilled through the window.
He raised one hand.
Mana flowed—not explosively, not violently—but perfectly.
Controlled.
Silent.
Invisible.
He formed a spell.
Not one from this world.
Not one from any world.
A new one.
The air bent.
Then returned to normal.
Kael lowered his hand.
I see.
The God's voice echoed faintly in his mind.
"Kael… live quietly."
Kael looked at the moon.
"…No."
Not defiant.
Not angry.
Simply honest.
"I will live correctly."
Far beyond the Valtor estate, deep within the Ashenveil Woods, a high-rank monster opened its eyes in terror—sensing something it should never have been able to sense.
Something that made even ancient instincts scream.
Kael Ardyn Valtor smiled faintly.
Tomorrow—
He would begin training.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 2
Episode 3: A Child the Forest Feared
The first light of dawn filtered through the tall windows of the Valtor estate.
Five-year-old Kael sat cross-legged in the garden, eyes closed, his small hands floating slightly above the soil.
No one watched him.
No one needed to.
Even in his child form, Kael did not require guidance. Every breath, every heartbeat, every pulse of magic in the air—the child observed it all with perfect clarity.
Time to test this world.
Kael extended his senses outward.
He did not need to see the forest beyond the estate walls. He felt it.
The sway of leaves.
The pulse of life.
The weight of mana in every living creature.
The smallest rodent, the tiniest bug, even the ancient oak trees—they all appeared as transparent threads of life, visible only to him.
And deep inside Ashenveil Woods, something stirred.
A beast, larger than a bear, with scales black as night, hunted the edges of the forest.
It did not sense Kael—until Kael allowed it.
The moment the monster's mind brushed against his aura, it froze.
Its instincts screamed.
It tried to retreat.
It could not.
Kael opened his eyes.
Red-gold sunlight reflected in them, a terrifying calm that could freeze hearts.
He raised one small hand.
Disappear.
The monster's body shimmered.
Its scales unraveled like threads.
It vanished.
The forest trembled.
Even the wind stilled.
Kael stood. His small frame belied the power hidden inside him.
So easy.
He moved deeper into the forest, practicing movements that no child—or adult—could master.
Sword mastery: A shadow of Kael wielding invisible blades struck trees, leaving perfectly cut patterns in the trunks.
Mana manipulation: Threads of raw magical energy danced around him, twisting leaves, splitting rocks, and shaping them into temporary constructs.
Summoning: Tiny creatures materialized at his command, only to vanish before fully taking form.
Everything was controlled, precise, silent.
Hours passed like minutes.
By noon, even the high-level monsters of Ashenveil Woods began to notice a new predator.
One enormous wolf—its fur crackling with latent magic—appeared, drawn by the strange aura.
It roared.
It charged.
Kael simply stepped aside.
The wolf's attack passed through him as if he were not there.
Kael waved a hand.
The wolf's body crumpled to the ground, unconscious, unharmed.
I can end any threat here… but why waste effort?
Back at the estate, Kael's mother, Elena Valtor, walked past the window.
"Kael, are you practicing already?" she asked softly.
Kael turned, his expression serene, almost too calm.
"Yes, Mother," he said. "I am testing the limits of this world."
Elena's eyes narrowed slightly. Something about the boy unsettled her. She had seen many powerful mages and warriors in her lifetime—but this… was different.
Even at five, he does not belong to this world.
As evening fell, Kael returned to his room.
He opened the Absolute Item Box, a limitless cube of potential floating before him.
Inside, he created a wooden practice sword, perfectly balanced. Not ordinary—this sword could adapt to his speed and strength in real time.
He trained silently into the night.
By the time anyone notices… I will already be beyond them.
In the distance, the forest stirred again.
Beasts that had survived hundreds of years were now wary.
Legends whispered among monsters of a child who could bend the forest itself.
Kael smiled faintly.
Let them watch. Let them fear.
I am Kael Ardyn Valtor. And this world… will know me.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 3
Episode 4: The Masters Who Could Not See Him
Rain fell gently over Valtor Crest as two figures arrived at the estate gates.
One walked with the steady confidence of a seasoned warrior, his presence sharp enough to make guards instinctively straighten.
The other moved like flowing moonlight, her mana so refined that even the air seemed to listen to her.
They were legends.
Ragnar Feldrake, the retired Sword Saint.
Archmage Lyssara Moonveil, one of the greatest mages of the kingdom.
Darius Valtor welcomed them personally.
"My son," Darius said, pride evident in his voice, "has shown unusual talent. I ask you both to guide him."
Ragnar's sharp eyes landed on the small boy standing calmly behind his father.
Kael Ardyn Valtor.
Five years old.
Straight posture.
Steady gaze.
Ragnar frowned slightly.
No fear. No excitement. Strange…
Lyssara, meanwhile, felt something even more unsettling.
Her mana senses brushed Kael's—
And slid off.
Not resisted.
Not blocked.
Ignored.
Her smile tightened.
That's impossible.
Training began the very same day.
Sword Training – Morning
Ragnar handed Kael a wooden sword.
"Grip it," he said. "Let me see how you move."
Kael obeyed.
His stance was perfect.
Not "good for a child."
Perfect.
Ragnar's brows furrowed. He demonstrated a basic swing.
Kael copied it.
Then improved it.
The sword whistled through the air with terrifying efficiency, stopping a hair's breadth from Ragnar's waist.
The Sword Saint froze.
"…Again," Ragnar said quietly.
Kael complied.
Every motion was clean. Efficient. Deadly.
Ragnar swallowed.
He moves like someone who's killed thousands…
No.
That was impossible.
Ragnar forced a laugh. "Excellent talent. With time, you'll be dangerous."
Kael lowered the sword.
With time, he repeated inwardly.
How generous.
Magic Training – Afternoon
Lyssara guided Kael into a mana circle.
"Close your eyes. Feel the mana. Call to it."
Kael did.
Mana rushed to him instantly.
Too instantly.
The air warped. The mana circle flickered violently before stabilizing.
Lyssara's breath caught.
He didn't call mana…
Mana answered him.
"Good," she said carefully. "Now form a fire spell."
Kael formed it.
But instead of flames—
A new structure emerged.
Silent. Colorless. Heatless.
Lyssara's eyes widened.
"That… that isn't fire magic."
Kael tilted his head. "Is it wrong?"
Lyssara shook her head slowly.
"No… it's just… advanced."
She did not realize the truth.
Kael had just created an entirely new magic system.
Night – Observation
That night, Ragnar and Lyssara shared tea beneath the moonlight.
"Something about that boy," Ragnar muttered, "feels off."
Lyssara nodded. "I cannot read his mana at all."
They both fell silent.
Neither of them noticed the faint distortion on the rooftop above.
Kael watched them calmly.
They cannot see me.
Good.
He had already surpassed them.
And yet—
He chose to learn.
Because knowledge, unlike power, always had value.
Far away, within the depths of the world, Aion Veritas observed quietly.
"You're growing too fast," the God whispered.
"Even I can't fully measure you anymore."
Kael closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, he would continue training.
And the world would continue believing—
That he was merely talented.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 4
Episode 5: A Monster That Shouldn't Exist
The night screamed.
Not with sound—but with pressure.
Deep within Ashenveil Woods, something ancient awakened. The ground trembled as massive claws dug into the earth, tearing roots and stone apart as if they were paper.
A High-Rank Monster had crossed its territory.
And it was heading toward Valtor Crest.
The first alarm bell rang just after midnight.
Guards rushed to the walls, torches blazing, hearts pounding as a massive shadow emerged from the treeline.
A creature over five meters tall, covered in obsidian plates, crimson eyes glowing with malice. Mana rolled off it in suffocating waves.
"D-Demon-class beast…!" someone screamed.
Inside the estate, Darius Valtor was already moving.
Armor clanged as he fastened his sword belt, eyes sharp and unafraid.
"Elena," he said calmly, "wake the mages. Evacuate the children."
Elena nodded—but hesitated when she reached Kael's door.
It was open.
Kael stood outside.
Barefoot.
Calm.
Watching the monster from afar.
"Kael!" Elena rushed to him, kneeling instantly. "Go inside—now!"
Kael looked up at her.
"Mother," he asked softly, "will that creature reach the village?"
Elena froze.
"…If we fail, yes."
Kael nodded once.
Then it won't.
Ragnar Feldrake arrived moments later, sword already drawn.
"So it finally showed itself," he muttered. "Stay back, boy."
Lyssara appeared beside him, her staff glowing. "This thing is far beyond normal monsters."
The beast roared.
Windows shattered.
Children screamed.
Ragnar charged first, blade glowing with sword aura. His strike landed—sparks flying—but the monster barely flinched.
"Damn it—!" Ragnar barely dodged a claw that crushed the ground where he had stood.
Lyssara unleashed a spell barrage. Fire. Ice. Lightning.
The monster howled—but advanced.
Too strong.
Too fast.
Too wrong.
Kael watched silently.
The calculations were instant.
Threat level: insignificant.
Collateral risk: unacceptable.
He stepped forward.
No one noticed.
The monster raised its arm.
Kael lifted his hand.
Not mana.
Not magic.
Authority.
The world stuttered.
The monster froze mid-motion, its roar cut short as reality itself rejected its existence.
There was no explosion.
No flash.
The creature simply—
Collapsed.
Its body disintegrated into fine gray dust, scattering harmlessly into the wind.
The pressure vanished.
Silence returned.
Ragnar stared.
Lyssara gasped.
"…It… it died?" Lyssara whispered.
Ragnar clenched his fist. "I didn't land a killing blow."
Neither had she.
They exchanged looks.
No answer.
Behind them, Kael lowered his hand and turned away, already walking back toward the estate.
Too loud, he thought.
I'll be quieter next time.
Later that night.
Ragnar sat alone, staring at his sword.
"I felt it," he muttered. "For a moment… something else was there."
Lyssara stood at the window, eyes fixed on Kael's room.
"I couldn't sense the killing intent," she said quietly. "It was like the world itself decided the monster didn't belong."
They both fell silent.
Far above the clouds, Aion Veritas closed his eyes.
"You erased it without magic," the God murmured.
"Without force."
Kael lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
This world is fragile, he thought calmly.
I'll have to be careful.
Outside, word began to spread.
A demon-class monster had vanished without explanation.
And somewhere deep within the kingdom—
Something ancient had noticed.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 5
Episode 6: The Child Who Should Have Been Afraid
Rumors traveled faster than horses.
By sunrise, the story had already changed three times.
Some said a hidden knight had slain the monster in one strike.
Others claimed a divine artifact had activated beneath Valtor Crest.
A few whispered something far more unsettling—
"The monster simply vanished."
Inside the Valtor estate, tension lingered like mist.
Servants spoke in hushed voices.
Guards double-checked patrol routes.
Even seasoned knights felt uneasy.
Only one person remained unchanged.
Kael Ardyn Valtor.
He sat calmly at the breakfast table, sipping warm milk as sunlight filtered through the windows.
Darius watched his son closely.
"Kael," he said casually, "were you frightened last night?"
Kael looked up.
"…Should I have been?"
The table fell silent.
Elena's fingers tightened around her teacup.
Darius studied his son for a long moment, then laughed softly. "You're brave. That's good."
But inside—
No fear, Darius thought.
Not even delayed shock.
That was not bravery.
That was certainty.
Later that day, Ragnar and Lyssara requested a private meeting.
"The monster," Ragnar said bluntly, "was stronger than expected."
Lyssara nodded. "Its mana signature vanished entirely. Not dispersed. Not sealed."
"Erased," Ragnar muttered.
Darius frowned. "Are you suggesting divine intervention?"
Lyssara hesitated.
"…Possibly."
Neither of them said Kael's name.
They could not.
That evening, Kael stood at the edge of Ashenveil Woods once more.
The forest reacted instantly.
Wind stilled.
Birds fled.
Predators buried themselves deep underground.
Kael sighed quietly.
I didn't intend to become a disturbance.
He extended his will, compressing his presence—folding it inward until even ancient spirits could no longer perceive him.
The forest exhaled.
Balance returned.
Kael nodded in satisfaction.
Good. Stealth is essential.
A faint ripple passed through space.
Aion Veritas appeared beside him, less radiant than before.
"You're learning too quickly," the God said quietly.
Kael did not turn. "You already said that."
Aion smiled faintly. "The capital has noticed the anomaly."
Kael's eyes shifted slightly.
"…Already?"
"Yes. Knights. Mages. Nobles."
Aion paused. "And the Royal Family."
Kael considered that.
"I will need knowledge," he said calmly. "Structure. Laws. Magic theory of this world."
Aion raised a brow. "You intend to go to the capital."
"Yes."
"At this age?"
Kael finally looked at him.
"I am not limited by age."
Aion laughed softly—uneasy, but genuine.
"Very well," the God said. "But Kael… try not to break the world too soon."
Kael turned back to the forest.
"…No promises."
That night, Elena tucked Kael into bed.
"You'll be leaving someday," she said softly, brushing his hair. "Won't you?"
Kael looked at her.
"Yes."
Her smile was sad—but proud.
"Then become someone this world can rely on."
Kael closed his eyes.
I already have.
Far away, in the direction of the capital—
A tower of white stone gleamed beneath the stars.
Aurellion Prime.
The heart of the kingdom.
And unknowingly—
The future center of chaos.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 6
Episode 7: The Road to Aurellion
The decision was made quietly.
There was no grand announcement, no dramatic farewell.
Only a single sealed letter delivered at dawn.
It bore the sigil of the Royal Capital.
Darius Valtor read the contents in silence.
His expression did not change—but Elena noticed the slight tightening of his jaw.
"…They're inviting Kael," Elena said softly.
"Yes," Darius replied. "An early observation request. Disguised as an honor."
Elena looked toward the training grounds, where Kael stood practicing slow, deliberate sword movements.
"He's still a child."
Darius exhaled. "To us."
Kael already knew.
The moment the royal seal crossed into Valtor Crest, his awareness brushed against it like a passing breeze.
So they've decided to look closer.
He finished his practice, returned the wooden sword to the rack, and walked inside without urgency.
At the breakfast table, Darius cleared his throat.
"Kael," he began, "the capital has extended an invitation. They wish to evaluate your potential… and allow you to study there in the future."
Kael nodded.
"I expected this."
Silence.
Elena blinked. "You… expected it?"
Kael looked between them calmly. "People notice anomalies."
Darius stared for a moment, then laughed under his breath.
"Very well," he said. "You will travel with an escort. Only for observation."
Kael smiled faintly.
Observation works both ways.
The Journey Begins
Two days later, a royal carriage departed Valtor Crest.
Kael sat inside, gazing through the window as the familiar hills gave way to open plains.
Beside him sat Ragnar Feldrake, arms crossed.
"Capital's dangerous," Ragnar said. "Politics. Power plays."
Kael nodded. "More dangerous than monsters?"
Ragnar chuckled. "…Sometimes."
Ahead, Lyssara Moonveil guided the escort mages, her senses stretched wide.
She glanced back once, her gaze lingering on Kael.
Why does it feel like we're escorting something far more dangerous than we can protect?
As the carriage passed through villages and trade routes, Kael observed everything.
Mana distribution.
Infrastructure flaws.
Guard formations.
I could conquer this kingdom in a week, he calculated calmly.
Two, if I want minimal casualties.
The thought did not excite him.
It bored him.
At dusk, the capital came into view.
Aurellion Prime.
Towering white walls reinforced with runic arrays.
Floating crystal lamps illuminating the sky.
The hum of dense, refined mana.
Ragnar whistled. "Still impressive."
Kael's eyes narrowed slightly.
So this is the center of this world's order.
As they approached the gates, Kael felt it.
Multiple gazes.
Powerful ones.
From the palace.
From mage towers.
From hidden observation points.
One presence lingered longer than the rest.
Sharp.
Graceful.
Ancient.
An elf, Kael noted calmly.
High above, within the palace guard barracks, Vice-Captain Elowen Sylvaria paused mid-step.
Her ears twitched.
"…Strange," she murmured.
For a brief moment—
She felt as if something had looked back at her.
The gates of Aurellion Prime opened.
The carriage rolled forward.
And with it—
The future of the world quietly entered the capital.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 7
Episode 8: Eyes Upon the Capital
Aurellion Prime never slept.
Even as night settled, mana-lamps floated through the streets like artificial stars, illuminating marble roads and towering spires etched with ancient runes. Carriages moved in orderly lines. Guards patrolled in disciplined formations.
To most, it was a symbol of safety.
To Kael—
It was a system.
And every system had flaws.
The royal carriage rolled through the inner gates and came to a smooth halt within the palace's outer courtyard.
Officials were already waiting.
Nobles in embroidered robes.
Senior knights in ceremonial armor.
Court mages with sharpened gazes.
At the center stood a man with silver-streaked hair and piercing blue eyes.
Lord Chancellor Verne Althoran.
"Welcome to Aurellion Prime," he said, bowing slightly to Darius and Elena. "And to young Lord Kael."
Kael stepped down from the carriage.
The moment his foot touched the palace stone—
Several hidden magical detection arrays flickered.
Then stabilized.
The court mages exchanged subtle glances.
It reacted… but gave nothing back.
Kael met their gazes calmly, as if unaware.
Inside the palace, the air grew heavier with refined mana.
"This way," the Chancellor said, leading them through arched halls toward a reception chamber. "His Majesty wished to meet the boy personally, but circumstances—"
"That won't be necessary," Kael said softly.
The Chancellor stopped mid-step.
"…Pardon?"
Kael looked ahead. "The King is observing from behind the third barrier, fourth pillar, with two royal mages and one concealed knight."
Silence slammed down like a hammer.
Lyssara's breath hitched.
Ragnar's hand slowly tightened.
The Chancellor turned pale.
"You—how could you—"
Kael tilted his head slightly. "Is that not correct?"
From behind the wall—
A barrier dissolved.
Applause echoed.
"Well then," a warm, amused voice said, "it seems the reports were… understated."
King Aldric Solvane stepped forward, wearing a simple royal coat rather than armor or crown.
Behind him stood Queen Mirabelle, eyes sharp and calculating.
"You noticed us instantly," the King said. "Impressive."
Kael bowed politely.
"Observation is a habit."
The Queen studied him longer than necessary.
This child is dangerous, she realized.
Not reckless. Not arrogant.
Controlled.
That frightened her more than raw power.
Elsewhere in the palace—
Elowen Sylvaria paused atop the guard tower, one hand resting on her spear.
Her chest felt tight.
"That feeling again…" she murmured.
She closed her eyes, extending her senses.
For a brief instant—
Her perception brushed something vast.
Endless.
Cold.
Her knees nearly buckled.
Elowen gasped, catching herself.
That wasn't mana…
What was that?
Far below, Kael glanced briefly toward the tower.
Their eyes did not meet.
But Elowen felt it.
Someone had noticed her.
The meeting ended quickly.
"Kael will be allowed to remain in the capital," King Aldric declared. "As a… special observer."
Kael nodded.
That night, in his assigned residence overlooking the city, Kael stood by the window.
Lights stretched endlessly beneath him.
Power slept everywhere.
He opened the Absolute Item Box.
Inside, he created something simple.
A thin black ring.
[Item: Suppression Anchor]
Function: Limits external perception of user's presence.
He slipped it onto his finger.
The world exhaled in relief.
Kael smiled faintly.
"Tomorrow," he murmured, "I'll visit the guild."
Far away, Elowen Sylvaria stared out into the night sky.
Her instincts screamed.
The capital has changed.
And it had.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 8
Episode 9: The Guild That Ranked Him Wrong
The Aurellion Adventurers' Guild was louder than Kael expected.
Steel clashed against steel in the training hall.
Adventurers argued over rewards and rankings.
Clerks shouted mission numbers while runners rushed paperwork between counters.
To Kael—
It was inefficient.
But useful.
The guild hall fell briefly silent as Kael entered.
Not because of his presence—
But because of who walked beside him.
"Is that… the Valtor heir?"
"Why's a noble kid here?"
"Wait, that escort—aren't those palace guards?"
Kael ignored the whispers.
He approached the registration counter calmly.
The clerk, a young woman with ink-stained fingers, blinked at him.
"…You want to register?"
"Yes."
She hesitated. "Age?"
"Seven."
Silence.
Behind Kael, Ragnar coughed. "He's under royal permission."
The clerk sighed, already reaching for the lowest-ranked badge.
"Fine. E-rank it is."
She slid a dull iron tag across the counter.
[Rank: E]
Kael accepted it without reaction.
Ranks are meaningless, he thought.
Results are not.
First Mission
Kael scanned the board.
He selected the simplest request available.
E-Rank Mission:
Clear minor monsters near Eastwood Farm.
Reward: minimal.
Danger: negligible.
Ragnar raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"
"Yes."
Lyssara studied Kael's face, then nodded. "We'll wait here."
Kael left alone.
Eastwood Farm lay an hour from the capital.
By the time Kael arrived, the sun was barely overhead.
The monsters were already waiting.
Three goblins.
Two horned wolves.
They never had a chance.
Kael didn't draw a weapon.
Didn't cast a spell.
He walked past them.
They collapsed silently behind him, bodies shutting down as their life force was severed with surgical precision.
Kael inspected the farmland.
No damage.
No casualties.
Mission complete.
He turned back.
One Hour Later – Guild Hall
The clerk looked up lazily.
"Mission already finished?" she asked flatly.
Kael placed the proof on the counter.
Her expression froze.
She checked it once.
Then again.
"…That's impossible."
A nearby adventurer leaned over. "What is?"
She swallowed. "The monsters… they weren't killed."
"What?"
"They were… erased."
The word spread.
The guild grew quiet.
Footsteps approached.
Heavy ones.
The Guild Master, Thoran Ironcrest, emerged from his office.
A massive man with scars carved into his armor and eyes that had seen war.
He studied Kael.
"You," Thoran said. "Come with me."
Inside the office, detection crystals flared.
Then cracked.
Thoran's breath hitched.
"…You're not E-rank."
"No," Kael replied calmly. "I am not."
Thoran stood slowly.
"In my thirty years," he said quietly, "I've only felt this pressure once."
He reached into a drawer and placed a golden badge on the desk.
[Rank: A]
"Direct promotion," Thoran said. "Effective immediately."
Outside, the guild exploded into chaos.
Kael clipped the badge to his belt.
"…Acceptable."
As he turned to leave, Thoran spoke again.
"Boy."
Kael paused.
"The forest north of the capital," the Guild Master said. "High-level monsters. Dangerous even for elites."
Kael's eyes flickered.
"I'll visit soon."
Outside, unseen—
From the palace guard tower, Elowen Sylvaria felt a sudden, unmistakable chill.
That presence again…
The capital had underestimated Kael Ardyn Valtor.
And it would not make that mistake twice.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 9
Episode 10: The Elf Who Owed Him Her Life
The northern forest was nothing like Ashenveil.
This place was older.
Denser.
The air itself felt sharp, saturated with ancient mana that pressed against the skin like invisible thorns. Trees towered high enough to blot out the sky, their roots twisting like living serpents.
Kael walked alone.
No escort.
No fear.
This forest is closer to the world's original state, he observed calmly.
Good.
A sudden clash of steel rang out ahead.
Kael stopped.
The Battle
Blades flashed between the trees.
A squad of palace guards lay scattered—some wounded, some unconscious. At the center stood a lone figure, back straight despite the blood on her armor.
Silver hair.
Emerald eyes.
Pointed ears.
Elowen Sylvaria.
Vice-Captain of the Capital Guard.
Elf royalty.
She fought three High-Rank Forest Wraiths, their forms half-mist, half-shadow. Each strike they made drained mana directly from the soul.
Elowen was slowing.
Too many… she thought grimly.
If I fall here—
A wraith lunged.
Her spear barely deflected it.
The next attack would be fatal.
Kael Steps In
The forest went silent.
The wraith froze mid-motion.
Elowen felt it instantly.
Pressure.
Not hostile.
Not benevolent.
Absolute.
A young boy stepped out from between the trees.
Black hair.
Calm eyes.
"…You shouldn't be here," Elowen said sharply, forcing herself to stand straighter.
Kael tilted his head. "You're injured."
"That's not the point—"
The wraith screeched and charged Kael.
Elowen's eyes widened. "MOVE—!"
Kael raised one finger.
The wraith dissolved.
Not destroyed.
Unmade.
The remaining two didn't even try to flee.
They vanished the instant Kael looked at them.
The forest exhaled.
Elowen stared.
"…What," she whispered, "are you?"
Kael turned to her.
"An adventurer," he replied calmly.
She almost laughed—then swayed.
Kael caught her before she fell.
His grip was steady. Warm.
She realized something frightening.
I feel safe.
He placed her gently against a tree and waved his hand.
A healing construct formed—silent, efficient, far beyond court magic.
Her wounds closed instantly.
Mana stabilized.
Elowen looked up at him, breath caught.
"You saved me," she said softly.
"Yes."
She hesitated, then bowed her head.
"Elowen Sylvaria," she said. "Princess of the Sylvaris Glade. I owe you my life."
Kael blinked once.
"…That explains the aura."
She smiled faintly despite herself. "And you are?"
"Kael Ardyn Valtor."
Her eyes widened.
The child the capital has been watching.
Aftermath
The guards regained consciousness slowly, confused but alive.
Elowen stood beside Kael as they escorted them out.
At the forest's edge, she paused.
"If you ever require aid from the elves," she said seriously, "you have it."
Kael met her gaze.
"Then live," he replied. "That is repayment enough."
Elowen felt her heart skip.
As Kael turned and walked back into the forest—
She realized something.
The world isn't prepared for him.
And neither am I.
High above, hidden from mortal sight, Aion Veritas watched quietly.
"…You've met her sooner than expected," the God murmured.
Kael's lips curved slightly.
"She's interesting."
🔥 END OF EPISODE 10
Episode 11: A-Rank Was Still Too Low
The northern forest grew darker the deeper Kael walked.
Sunlight fractured into thin blades between ancient branches.
The air pulsed with wild, unstable mana—dense enough to suffocate untrained adventurers.
Kael welcomed it.
This density accelerates adaptation, he calculated.
Acceptable environment.
Ahead—
The ground trembled.
The S-Rank Zone
Kael crossed an invisible threshold.
Every veteran knew this place.
The Black Hollow.
A region officially sealed by the Adventurers' Guild.
A place where entire A-rank parties vanished.
Kael stepped inside without hesitation.
The forest reacted.
Roots twisted.
Mana surged violently.
Predators that ruled this territory awakened.
A roar shattered the silence.
Apex Predator
From the shadows emerged a massive beast.
Six meters tall.
Crimson-veined hide like molten stone.
Horns etched with ancient runes.
Abyssal Horned Behemoth.
An S-rank calamity class monster.
Its presence alone crushed the ground beneath it.
Kael observed it calmly.
High durability. Regenerative core. Berserk tendencies.
The Behemoth charged.
The impact should have leveled the forest.
Instead—
Time slowed.
Kael stepped forward.
He placed his palm against the monster's chest.
No flash.
No explosion.
Just silence.
The Behemoth froze—then collapsed, its core shattered internally, mana unraveled down to the conceptual layer.
Kael withdrew his hand.
Threat eliminated.
The Harvest
Kael continued.
He eliminated:
• A Voidfang Hydra
• Three Night Sovereign Manticores
• An entire nest of Soul-Leech Arachnids
All without injury.
By the time he turned back toward the capital—
The Black Hollow was quiet.
For the first time in centuries.
Return to the Guild
The Aurellion Guild Hall erupted the moment Kael entered.
A-rank adventurers stiffened.
Veterans felt it in their bones.
Pressure.
Thoran Ironcrest stood from his desk.
"…You went into the Black Hollow."
"Yes."
Thoran swallowed.
Kael placed several crystallized cores onto the counter.
The detection crystal screamed.
Then shattered.
Dead silence.
An elder adventurer whispered, "Those are… S-rank cores."
Thoran exhaled slowly.
"…A-rank is an insult."
He reached into the vault.
The room held its breath.
He placed a black-edged platinum badge on the table.
[Rank: S]
"By authority of the Aurellion Guild," Thoran declared, voice steady but eyes shaken,
"I hereby name Kael Ardyn Valtor an S-Rank Adventurer."
Kael clipped the badge on.
"…Adequate."
The guild exploded.
Capital Reaction
That night—
Nobles whispered behind closed doors.
The Royal Council demanded reports.
The elves sent envoys.
In the palace tower, Elowen stared out at the forest.
S-rank… at that age.
She pressed a hand to her chest.
What path will you carve, Kael?
Far above the world—
Aion Veritas smiled faintly.
"…Now they'll notice you."
Kael stood on the palace balcony, staring into the night.
Good.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 11
Episode 12: The Council Tries to Control Him
The chamber of the Royal Council gleamed in candlelight, walls etched with protective runes that pulsed faintly with mana. The air smelled faintly of incense, mixed with the tension of powerful nobles.
Seven councilors sat in a semi-circle. All senior members of the kingdom. All S-rank mages or knights in their own right.
All unprepared.
For Kael Ardyn Valtor.
Arrival
The double doors opened with a heavy creak.
Kael entered calmly, S-rank badge glinting on his chest.
No escort.
No ceremony.
No fear.
The council froze.
The boy… muttered one elder, whispering to the man next to him.
He's barely seven.
Kael's gaze swept over them.
Nothing escaped him.
Every heartbeat.
Every flicker of mana.
Every thought of doubt.
He sat down quietly, as if he belonged.
The Pressure
The Councilor-Prime, Lord Verden Caltraine, leaned forward.
"Lord Kael," he said, voice firm. "The kingdom recognizes your talent. But… your rank and freedom are unprecedented. We request you formally pledge loyalty to the crown."
Kael looked at him, expression serene.
"I already live under the laws of this kingdom. That is sufficient."
Murmurs rippled through the chamber.
"Insufficient," Caltraine snapped. "We cannot allow a child of such power—"
Kael tilted his head slightly.
Careful.
He raised one finger subtly.
A faint pulse radiated from him—inaudible, invisible.
And yet:
Every councilor felt it.
Mana sense, life force, and authority pressure amplified exponentially.
Their protective wards quivered.
This child… is beyond us.
Caltraine gasped.
He felt the full weight of SSS-class presence without knowing it.
Kael's voice was quiet.
Polite.
Terrifying.
"Do not attempt to control me."
The room fell silent.
First Warning
Councilor Verden tried to raise his hand.
Rune sigils ignited in his palm.
Kael's eyes flickered.
The flame died midair.
The sigils collapsed.
No one saw a hand move.
Careful…
Kael leaned back. Calm.
"This is a warning."
The councilors paled.
We cannot threaten him.
They had heard of S-rank power.
They had read reports of the Black Hollow.
They had underestimated the child.
That mistake nearly killed their pride.
Kael's Decision
Kael spoke again.
His voice smooth, yet cold.
"I will not pledge blindly.
I will act to protect this kingdom—but under my terms.
Do not mistake kindness for weakness."
The council gasped.
He commands… and yet he offers protection?
Aion Veritas observed silently from beyond the veil.
"…Perfect."
Kael rose slowly.
The pressure in the chamber lightened just slightly.
But even now, the councilors instinctively knelt slightly, fearing he could crush them without raising a hand.
Kael stepped toward the door.
There is work to be done.
Outside, the streets of Aurellion Prime carried whispers.
The boy who outclassed S-rank monsters and defied the Royal Council…
And in the shadows, enemies began to stir.
The child is dangerous. Too dangerous.
Kael walked on.
Calm.
Terrifying.
Unstoppable.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 12
Episode 13: First Guild Mission, First Shock
The Aurellion Adventurers' Guild was in chaos.
Kael's S-rank promotion had barely settled before the next challenge arrived: his first guild-assigned mission.
The guild's board listed threats daily—monsters, bandits, magical anomalies—but none expected the child they just promoted to actually complete it.
Assignment
Kael strode into the guild hall.
Thoran Ironcrest, the Guild Master, handed him the scroll personally.
"First mission, Kael. A-class. Nothing too extreme—though previous teams failed."
Kael accepted it calmly.
A-class? He thought.
Barely a warm-up.
The mission:
"Investigate the Ruins of Rethval Forest. Eliminate the corrupted beasts threatening nearby villages."
Previous A-rank teams reported heavy casualties. Entire squads never returned.
Journey to the Ruins
Kael traveled lightly, a single sword in hand, Absolute Item Box at his side.
He observed the environment. Every tree, every flow of mana, every shadow—even the whispers of monsters—were visible to him.
Danger is real… but irrelevant.
Halfway to the ruins, he encountered a pack of Shadowfang Behemoths.
Eight of them, each larger than an elephant, teeth dripping with black venom.
The pack charged.
Kael sighed.
One step.
One wave of mana.
The Shadowfangs collapsed instantly. No blood. No sound. No residue.
Too easy.
He continued onward.
Inside the Ruins
The ruins were a decayed fortress from a forgotten era. Magical wards flickered erratically. Monsters had gathered, drawn to the mana-rich stones.
An S-rank Abomination awaited him at the heart: a towering skeletal figure, horns spiraling like black lightning rods, mana pulsing in waves that disoriented ordinary S-rank adventurers.
Kael studied it.
He didn't move.
He didn't cast.
Calculate kill probability.
A single slash of his sword split the abomination's torso cleanly. Mana threads unraveled as if reality itself rejected its existence.
He turned.
The ruins were empty.
The mission complete.
Return to the Guild
Kael walked back into the guild hall an hour later.
Everyone froze.
The boards confirmed: A-class mission complete in under one hour.
Thoran Ironcrest's eyes widened. "Impossible. No S-rank—even seasoned adults—could accomplish this alone in such time."
Kael's expression calm:
"…I don't believe this is remarkable."
The whispering began immediately.
Adventurers, scribes, even nobles in the capital caught wind:
The Valtor boy… S-rank… destroys monsters like ants…
Elowen Sylvaria, observing discreetly from the balcony outside, stiffened.
He's far stronger than anyone imagined.
Aion Veritas watched silently from beyond the veil.
"…Exactly as intended."
Kael opened the Absolute Item Box. A simple smile touched his lips.
The world will adjust to me… eventually.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 13
Episode 14: The Elf Princess Meets the Legend
The capital streets buzzed with rumors.
"Did you hear? The child S-rank adventurer cleared an A-class mission alone!"
"No way. A seven-year-old?"
"They say even SSS-class threats would be cautious around him."
Kael walked calmly through the market district of Aurellion Prime, shielded by a simple cloak.
Despite the ordinary appearance, every eye that scanned him froze for a brief instant.
There's something… unnatural about him, whispered a passerby.
First Meeting
At the Royal Guard Barracks, Elowen Sylvaria awaited the S-rank adventurer.
Word had reached her of the child who had erased the Black Hollow's apex predators and completed A-class missions in minutes.
She narrowed her eyes as Kael entered.
Her green eyes scanned him. Small. Barely seven. And yet—every movement radiated authority and precision.
"Kael Ardyn Valtor," she said coolly. "I've heard much about you."
Kael tilted his head slightly. "As have I of you. Vice-Captain Sylvaria. Princess of the Sylvaris Glade."
Elowen blinked. "I see you know my title."
He's aware of everything, she thought.
Every title, every hierarchy, every nuance.
Kael's gaze softened slightly, but there was still a calm, terrifying aura around him.
I am here to observe, not impress, he thought.
Demonstration
Suddenly, a rogue band of forest spirits—drawn by the capital's high mana density—broke through the barracks' outer gates.
Seven creatures, each the size of a horse, shrieking with chaotic energy.
Elowen raised her spear and chanted defensive spells.
Kael raised a single finger.
The forest spirits collapsed midair. No noise. No injury to guards. No trace.
Elowen staggered.
He doesn't even need to touch them…
Kael glanced at her. "They were dangerous to you."
She bowed slightly. "I see. Thank you."
Kael nodded. Calm. Collected.
A Spark of Respect
Elowen studied him.
This child… he's unlike any adventurer or noble I've encountered.
Powerful, intelligent… precise… terrifying…
Kael smiled faintly. "You are strong. I did not expect to meet a warrior at your level in the capital."
Her eyes widened. "I am… honored."
The words were polite. Her heart, however, skipped at the awareness that he could sense everything—even subtle shifts in her mana.
She was not afraid. Not entirely.
But she had never encountered someone like him before.
He's dangerous… yet reliable.
The Whispering Starts
By evening, rumors of the meeting had spread.
"The child S-rank adventurer met the elf princess?"
"Did she really witness him defeat seven forest spirits without a spell?"
"I think… he's untouchable."
Aion Veritas, observing from the veil, smiled faintly.
"The seed is planted."
Kael watched the sunset from the barracks rooftop, next to Elowen.
The capital has begun to notice me.
She looked at him.
And I… do not fear him.
The air between them was calm, yet charged.
And the world outside had no idea that the boy before them was about to reshape everything.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 14
Episode 15: The SSS-Class Threat That Almost Ignored Him
The news came like a storm.
"A SSS-class predator has entered the Eastern Wastes. All A and S-rank adventurers dispatched. Survival unlikely."
The guild scrambled. The capital panicked. And Kael? He yawned.
Finally, he thought,
something worthy of attention.
The Arrival
Kael and Elowen arrived at the edge of the Eastern Wastes.
The land was desolate. Charred earth. Twisted trees. The sky hung low, dark with mana storms.
No ordinary monster survives here for more than a day, Elowen muttered, gripping her spear tightly.
Kael observed silently.
This threat is not here to play.
From the horizon, a shadow rose.
Three times the height of a man.
Aura dense enough to crush S-rank adventurers before approach.
Wings of jagged crystal energy, eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence.
A SSS-class God-Tier monster, Kael noted, calmly adjusting his stance.
Elowen froze. "It… it's enormous…"
Kael tilted his head.
Yes. And predictable.
First Contact
The monster roared. Mountains shuddered. Rocks levitated uncontrollably. Mana in the area became oppressive.
Kael took one step forward.
The creature charged.
Elowen shouted, casting wind shields and protective barriers.
It's a mistake to attack me directly, Kael thought.
With a flick of his wrist, the monster's advance stopped midair. Its roar caught in its throat. Its wings snapped like broken branches.
It fell to its knees.
Status: Neutralized, Kael calculated.
Then, with a faint smile, he touched its forehead.
The beast collapsed completely, leaving no trace of mana.
Elowen staggered back.
He didn't attack. He didn't slash. He erased it… like it was an ant.
Aftermath
The guild's dispatched S-rank teams arrived late.
They found nothing but scorched earth—and Kael standing calmly in the center, cloak fluttering in the mana-charged wind.
"Where…" one team leader whispered. "…where's the predator?"
Kael's hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword.
"It no longer exists."
A shiver ran through the teams.
Adventurers, nobles, and mages alike whispered in awe:
The Child of Gods…
Even Elowen felt it in her chest.
Power beyond comprehension… yet calm… controlled…
Kael looked at her.
This world has just begun to notice me.
And somewhere in the higher planes, Aion Veritas observed quietly, a faint smirk on his face.
"…Let them begin to whisper my mistake."
🔥 END OF EPISODE 15
Episode 16: The Capital's Fear Begins
The capital had never been so silent.
Nobles whispered in shadowed halls, exchanging anxious glances.
"The child… he's seven, and yet…"
"…he defeated a SSS-class threat alone."
"…how do we even measure him?"
The Guild Master, Thoran Ironcrest, paced his office.
"He's not just strong. He's… untouchable."
Several S-rank adventurers, who had faced deadly monsters, felt a chill whenever Kael's name passed their lips.
A child… stronger than the strongest of us…
Even King Aldric and Queen Mirabelle exchanged worried glances.
How do we control someone who cannot be controlled?
Kael Observes the Capital
Kael walked through the palace gardens under the guise of leisure.
Mana flowed around him, quiet and precise.
The capital is structured, predictable, and weak against raw efficiency, he noted.
Most nobles would crumble under true pressure.
He casually tested barriers around the city.
One by one, ancient wards designed to suppress S-rank or higher mana flickered—then failed.
Kael smiled faintly.
This world isn't ready for me. Not yet.
Elowen observed him from a distance, her expression conflicted.
How does someone so young hold such power… and yet… remain calm?
Whispers of the Villain God
Far beyond Aurellion Prime, in a shattered realm of sealed shadows, a distant prison trembled.
For 300 years, the Villain God had been trapped by divine magic, bound by mortals and gods alike.
The world has grown too quiet… it hissed.
Power stirs in the child. Too much. And too soon.
Shadows twisted. Mana trembled.
When I break free… the capital will burn. The world will kneel.
The first sign of its power reached the northern forests—where Kael had cleared monsters and gained renown.
Interesting… Kael thought quietly, sensing the faint ripple.
Something powerful is waking. I'll need to prepare.
The Seed of Fear
By nightfall, Aurellion Prime was abuzz.
The Child of Gods walks among us.
He has no equals.
Elowen, standing atop her tower, pressed her hands against the railing.
If he fights the Villain God… can he even be stopped?
Kael, resting calmly in his room, opened the Absolute Item Box.
He drew a small orb.
Training and preparation… efficiency first.
Aion Veritas watched silently.
"Now the stage is set. Let the world witness my mistake… and him who was reborn."
The city slept unaware of the storm coming from a child's hand.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 16
Episode 17: The Guild's First S-Class Panic
The guild hall buzzed like a hive.
Adventurers whispered, guards tensed, and scribes furiously updated mission boards.
All eyes were on the S-rank prodigy child: Kael Ardyn Valtor.
"He's seven… yet surpasses every S-rank veteran we know."
"Doesn't he even need a team?"
"I heard he cleared the Eastern Wastes' SSS threat in under an hour."
The Guild Master, Thoran Ironcrest, slammed his fist against the table.
"Enough rumors! Someone—anyone—needs to evaluate him! I want results before the nobles get restless!"
S-Rank Adventurers Challenge Kael
Three S-rank adventurers were selected: seasoned, battle-hardened warriors.
They approached Kael with serious expressions, weapons drawn, spells ready.
"Boy, we are your equals. Let's see what you've got," one said, voice confident.
Kael tilted his head. Calm. Silent.
Evaluate… predictable behavior patterns… tactical response…
The first warrior lunged.
Too fast.
Kael stepped aside—no sword drawn. The warrior's strike sliced air, leaving no mark.
Second warrior fired a massive fireball.
Kael raised a finger. The fireball dissolved midair, leaving a faint smoke trace.
Efficiency at 100%
The third warrior tried a coordinated attack, combining mana and swordplay.
Kael's eyes flickered. He extended his hand.
The attack stopped completely. The warriors staggered, feeling a pressure unlike anything they had ever known.
S-rank… but irrelevant.
Elowen Observes
From a balcony, Elowen Sylvaria watched silently.
Her heart raced—not from fear, but fascination.
He doesn't just overpower… he analyzes, neutralizes, and conserves energy.
This is not brute strength. It's perfection.
She felt an unfamiliar pull in her chest.
The child is terrifying… yet I want to know him.
The Guild's Panic
The S-rank adventurers fell silent.
The whispers spread like wildfire:
"He didn't even draw a weapon."
"He didn't cast a spell."
"He's… untouchable."
Thoran Ironcrest exhaled, stepping forward.
"Kael… the capital, guild, and I all acknowledge your strength. There is no need to prove further for now."
Kael nodded politely.
"…Understood."
The guild hall erupted with whispers, awe, and fear.
Even the youngest apprentice felt it: this child was not meant to be contained.
The Seed of Recognition
Kael returned to his quarters, Absolute Item Box in hand.
He created a small, self-contained orb.
Training… efficiency… preparation for threats beyond this world.
Elowen lingered on the balcony.
He's more than S-rank. He might be… a force beyond the realm itself.
Far above, Aion Veritas smiled faintly.
"Perfect. The world begins to see him as he truly is."
The city slept, unaware that their first real test against Kael's power had already occurred—and that the world's balance was beginning to shift.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 17
Episode 18: First Hints of the Villain God
The night in Aurellion Prime was unusually silent.
The mana-lamps along the streets flickered faintly, almost in warning.
High above, in the heavens, a dark pulse rippled through the air—a disturbance that Kael felt instantly.
Sensing the Threat
Kael sat in his training chamber, Absolute Item Box open, studying his previous missions' data.
Mana anomaly detected… origin unknown… immense power.
He closed his eyes.
The pulse came again. Stronger this time.
300-year seal… broken…
Kael's lips curved faintly.
So, it begins.
Elowen, standing outside the training hall, sensed the sudden shift too.
A massive presence… stronger than anything I've ever felt.
Kael looked at her. Calm, collected.
"Something powerful is awakening. You should prepare."
Her eyes widened. "Prepare… for what?"
He knows something I don't.
The Shadow Over the Capital
The disturbance originated just beyond the capital's outer borders.
In the sealed prison where the Villain God had slumbered for three centuries, the chains of divine magic cracked.
The world is weak. The child grows stronger… the Villain God hissed.
I will reshape it all.
Shadows seeped from the prison like black ink.
Kael's senses detected them immediately.
Danger level: SSS-Class God-tier.
Elowen noticed his calm demeanor.
"You're… not afraid?"
Kael's gaze was steady.
"Fear is unnecessary. Observation and preparation are enough."
Planning and Strategy
Kael summoned a small 3D mana construct from the Absolute Item Box.
Mapping the disturbance… predicting trajectory… evaluating risk.
Elowen watched silently, realizing he wasn't just powerful—he was strategic beyond comprehension.
No ordinary S-rank could calculate this in real-time…
Kael turned to her.
"Stay close. Do not interfere recklessly. I will neutralize the threat before it reaches the city."
Elowen nodded.
I trust him…
The Calm Before the Storm
The capital slept.
But the winds whispered of a dark power awakening.
The Villain God is free.
The world's strongest child has noticed.
Kael opened the Absolute Item Box again.
Time to prepare for a war no one else can survive…
Far above, Aion Veritas observed.
"…Now it truly begins."
🔥 END OF EPISODE 18
Episode 19: Kael Versus the First High-Rank Minion
The sky above Aurellion Prime turned an unnatural shade of crimson.
Mana ripples spread through the streets like tremors.
A single creature emerged from the eastern gates—a towering S-rank demon, scales black as obsidian, eyes burning like molten gold.
The capital froze.
Arrival of the Threat
Elowen Sylvaria, atop the palace guard tower, narrowed her eyes.
"An S-rank demon… so close to the city?"
Kael appeared beside her, silent and composed.
"It was sent as a test," he said softly. "Do not panic."
The demon roared. Its voice shook buildings.
Mana surged around it like a tidal wave.
Guards quivered. Citizens screamed.
Kael simply walked forward. Calm.
The Battle
The demon struck with claws, generating a shockwave meant to flatten walls.
Kael raised a single hand.
The shockwave stopped mid-air. Not slowed. Not deflected. Stopped.
The demon blinked. Confused. Its attack canceled before impact.
Kael's other hand drew his sword from the Absolute Item Box—though he didn't even need it.
Observation complete. Execute.
With a precise step, he struck.
The demon's mana core shattered, unseen by anyone else. It collapsed silently, body dissolving into nothingness.
Elowen's mouth dropped.
He didn't even swing his sword fully…
Aftermath
The capital streets were silent. Not a scratch on any building.
Guards and adventurers stared, wide-eyed.
The S-rank demon… gone… by a child… alone.
Elowen looked at Kael.
"Your power… it's unreal."
Kael nodded faintly.
"This is only the beginning."
Far away, the Villain God hissed.
A child… he has noticed me…
And the whispers began to circulate among the guild and nobles:
The Child of Gods walks in Aurellion Prime…
🔥END OF EPISODE 19
Episode 20: Kael Saves the Elf Princess—And the Capital Notices
The sky above Aurellion Prime was a storm of mana.
S-rank minions of the Villain God had breached the eastern gates. Each one radiated energy strong enough to obliterate buildings.
Citizens panicked. Guards scrambled. Nobles hid.
The city is about to fall…
But Kael Ardyn Valtor walked calmly into the fray.
Multiple Threats, No Problem
Elowen Sylvaria stood atop the palace tower, spear in hand.
"Seven S-rank minions… impossible for a single child to handle!" she shouted.
Kael tilted his head, calm.
"Watch closely."
The first demon lunged.
Kael raised a finger. The demon froze midair, then dissolved silently.
Two more charged from different directions. Kael shifted slightly—one step, and their attacks collided midair, exploding in a harmless burst of energy.
Effortless, he thought.
The remaining four advanced simultaneously.
Kael's eyes narrowed.
He struck the ground once. A shockwave of pure SSS-level mana radiated outward.
The four demons were unmade instantly. No screams. No blood. No trace.
Elowen's eyes widened.
He isn't fighting… he's erasing them.
Saving the Capital
Kael scanned the city.
Structural integrity intact… civilians safe…
He conjured small protective barriers over the outer districts—automatic, silent, perfect.
By the time the last demon vanished, not a single citizen had been harmed.
The guild arrived late, S-rank teams trembling in awe.
He handled everything… alone…
Elowen's Realization
Kael approached Elowen after the battle.
She lowered her spear, breathing heavily.
"Your… control… it's unreal. Even over multiple high-level demons…"
Kael shrugged lightly, as calm as a child picking flowers.
"Observing, analyzing, executing. That is all."
Her chest tightened.
This is the child I owe my life to…
Kael looked at her.
"The city is safe. That is all that matters."
The Capital Notices
News spread instantly. Citizens called him:
"The Child of Gods."
"The Living SSS-class."
"Protector of Aurellion Prime."
Even nobles could no longer hide their fear.
High above, the Villain God stirred.
So… the child has begun interfering. Interesting…
And far away, Kael Ardyn Valtor simply smiled.
The world is watching. Let them.
🔥 END OF EPISODE 20