The room was small, containing only a wooden table, two chairs, and a small insignia of a winged sword of justice hanging on the wall. She sat at the table, her clear blue eyes gazing calmly at Su Lun.
"Please, have a seat."
Su Lun sat opposite her. They were alone in the room, which was quiet enough that he could hear the faint, distant bustle of the streets.
"Alise has already informed me of what happened that night," the Goddess began slowly.
"The power you used is neither magic granted by a Falna, nor any known spirit art. It is different from the innate abilities of Renards or other races. But what interests me most is not the source of your power, but the choice you made when facing such brutality."
She paused.
"Su Lun, if you are willing to join my Familia, there is one question I must ask before I carve my Grace upon you."
"In your eyes," the Goddess asked, each syllable clear and heavy, "what is justice?"
Su Lun did not answer immediately. He took a deep breath, meeting the Goddess's gaze—a gaze that could pierce through to the truth—and decided to be completely honest.
"Before I answer that, Goddess Astraea, there is something I must confess to you." His voice was steady and clear.
"I am not of this world. My memories and my knowledge come from a distant world called 'Earth.' I do not know how I came to Orario. My last memories are of my original world, but when I woke up, I was here, in a younger body."
Astraea's eyes flickered slightly, but her expression remained serene, as if she were listening to a secret that wasn't entirely unexpected. As a deity, she could distinguish truth from lies, and she sensed that every word Su Lun spoke was the absolute truth.
"I see." The Goddess nodded gently. "A journey across worlds is a mystery even to the Gods. Thank you for your honesty, Su Lun. Now, can you tell me your answer? From the perspective of someone from another world, what is justice?"
Su Lun closed his eyes.
His past on Earth and his brief experiences in Orario intertwined in his mind. He remembered with painful clarity the cold stone walls of that dark alley, the three blades swinging toward him, and the crushing feeling of helplessness that had nearly swallowed him whole.
And then...
The image of Alise bursting in like a flame. That hadn't just been a display of courage; it was the result of overwhelming strength that could overturn a situation in an instant.
He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and lucid.
"I believe that strength is the cornerstone of justice."
"In my homeland, there is a saying: 'You can't work porcelain without a diamond drill.' Justice is the same. An ideal without power is a castle in the air—nothing but a pale, hollow excuse in the face of failure."
He paused before continuing.
"That night, if Alise hadn't possessed the strength to crush those thugs, she wouldn't have just failed to save me; she would have been in danger herself. Afterward, any so-called trial or punishment would have been meaningless to the dead."
"Therefore, justice needs an edge. It needs the power to cut down evil in time and protect the innocent. Whatever justice you wish to practice, you must have the strength to match it. Otherwise, you won't just fail to protect others—you won't even be able to defend the basic sense of right and wrong in your own heart."
Astraea gazed at him silently, her sea-blue eyes seemingly weighing the gravity of every word. After a moment, she slowly broke into a smile.
"Justice with strength as its foundation... mm, combined with your origins, that is indeed a fine answer," she said softly.
"Having crossed worlds, you see more clearly than most that the ideal of justice withers in the cold wind of reality if it loses the support of power."
She leaned forward slightly, looking at Su Lun.
"Then, Su Lun, are you willing to join my Familia? To use this conviction as your starting point in this world, and gain the strength necessary to protect the justice you believe in?"
"I am."
The process of inscribing the Falna was exceptionally smooth.
The Goddess's ichor dripped onto Su Lun's back, and the golden sacred script expanded, eventually settling into the standard pattern of a winged sword. It was the symbol of the Astraea Familia.
However, as the characters representing "Magic" and "Skills" fully manifested, the Goddess—who had maintained a calm and understanding demeanor—showed a visible freeze in her gaze for the first time. For a nearly eternal deity, showing such a look of shock meant that what she saw wasn't just "special"—it touched upon something "abnormal."
[Name]: Su Lun [Race]: Human [Affiliation]: Astraea Familia [Level]: 1
[Basic Abilities]
Strength: I0
Endurance: I0
Dexterity: I0
Agility: I0
Magic: I0
[Skills]
Otherworld Codex: Proof of the soul's connection to the Codex of the Myriad Laws Abyss. Allows the learning and casting of magic based on the D&D rule system. The spell list unlocks through level progression and the accumulation of knowledge. The effects of this magic differ fundamentally from the local magic system and cannot be fully negated by conventional magic resistance. Growth rate for basic abilities is significantly increased.
Metamagic: Allows the user to consume additional Mana to apply various metamagic traits to spells.
Multicasting: Allows the user to construct and cast multiple spells simultaneously.
[Magic]
Myriad Laws Abyss (Super-short chant): 「(Spell Name)!」
Astraea translated the sacred script into the common tongue and transcribed it onto parchment. Her movements came to a complete halt once she realized the full content of what she was writing.
The eyes that governed justice and judgment stared at the unprecedented descriptions on the paper, particularly the terms "Otherworld Codex" and "significantly increased." She had already accepted that Su Lun was from another world, but what the Falna revealed was a direct link between the depths of his soul and the laws of another world's system. This link was now being converted into concrete, powerful potential within this world.
"Three innate skills... one of which is directly tied to the essence of growth and points toward an entirely complete foreign magic system..." she whispered to herself, her voice tinged with rare astonishment.
She looked up at Su Lun again, her gaze piercing.
"It seems the reason you were brought here is deeper than either of us imagined. What this Grace reveals is not simple 'knowledge' from another world, but that your soul itself carries a partial imprint of another world's 'Laws'."
She stood up and pulled a heavy notebook from a bookshelf.
"In the history of Orario, 'abnormal' skills like these are not entirely without precedent." Astraea flipped through the pages quickly. "The last clear record was during the peak of the Zeus and Hera Familias. 'Silence' Alfia of the Hera Familia possessed a talent described as that of a 'monster of genius.' The nature of her skills also touched upon a certain 'abnormality,' helping her reach the pinnacle of Level 7."
She closed the notebook, her gaze returning to Su Lun with profound gravity.
"But your 'Otherworld Codex' is more systematic and direct than any recorded case. It is not just a talent; it is a key—a key that may open a door to a power entirely different from this world's. Su Lun, this explains your uniqueness, but it also foreshadows the challenges you will face."
"Your growth may be fast beyond logic, and your power system will inevitably draw the attention of many—curiosity, desire, wariness, and even hostility. Your previous insight about 'strength as the foundation' will likely face the crucible of reality very soon."
She walked to Su Lun and handed him the transcribed parchment, the smile belonging only to a Goddess reappearing on her face, her decision already made.
"However, since I have heard your honesty and accepted your conviction, and now witnessed this abnormality stemming from your soul..."
"Then, regardless of how unique your origin or how abnormal your abilities, you are now a member of the Astraea Familia. Your past shaped you, but your future will be written by you and this Familia together."
"Understood." Su Lun felt a certain weight in his heart.
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