Chapter 1: A New Beginning
Warmth. Light. A new world awakening.
Alem's eyelids fluttered open, drawn slowly by the soft glow of morning sunlight spilling through the wooden canopy above. The beams were carved with dragons and ancient runes — symbols of power and legacy. Velvet curtains hung in gentle folds, shimmering softly as a warm breeze played through the open window. Sunlight danced upon the polished stone floor, illuminating the room with a quiet, golden glow.
He felt impossibly small, swaddled in silken blankets embroidered with royal sigils, the softness both a comfort and a reminder of his new vulnerability.
A woman with streaks of silver threading through her dark hair leaned over him, her smile gentle, warm, and unmistakably maternal.
"Oh… our prince has awakened," she whispered softly, her voice like a balm to his scattered senses. "Good morning, my precious prince."
He was yet unnamed here. No title adorned him. He was a newborn soul in a vast, untamed world.
For a moment, awe swept through him — mingled with a faint flicker of fear. This world was so vibrant, so impossibly vast. It brimmed with danger and opportunity alike.
His mind echoed with the bored but commanding voice of Astreia, the Moon Goddess of Sleep and Shadows.
The third son of the Vermithorne family, she had said. One of the most powerful noble bloodlines in Alemen. Your father is the patriarch; your mother, a princess. Temples worship gods and devils alike in this world... certainly not a dull place.
Alem let out a soft sigh — part wonder, part resolve.
Not a boring world at all.
He shifted in the cradle, his crimson eyes absorbing every detail. The air smelled richly of incense and polished wood. Tapestries lined the walls, each woven with stories of valor, legacy, and ancient pacts. The hearth fire crackled softly, its warmth a steady heartbeat amid the quiet.
A medieval fantasy castle... no internet, no games... damn.
A soft gurgle escaped him, causing the nanny's eyes to widen with delight.
Well, let's see what I've been given.
He summoned the status window with a thought. A gentle chime responded, and a glowing interface hovered before his blood-red eyes — flickering with the weight of past memories and dormant potential.
Status WindowName: —Age: 6 monthsLevel: 0
Unique Abilities:• Summoning• Extract• Dragon Heart
Stats:• Agility: F• Magic: C• Strength: F• Intelligence: B
Points Available: 100,000,000
"A hundred million points?!" Alem's breath hitched, nearly laughing despite his small form. Lazy as she is, Astreia didn't hold back.
He knew the ability market would remain locked until his body matured — two years, perhaps.
Two years to watch... to learn... to prepare.
Determination flared behind his crimson eyes. This was no longer a game; this was a fresh start — a chance to rewrite the story fate had dealt him.
With a flick of thought, he closed the status window. The nanny continued to fuss over him, her touch tender and loving. To her, he was a precious baby prince — innocent, vulnerable. But to himself, he was a reborn soul — armed with knowledge, memories, and power waiting to be unleashed.
Far above, in the divine realm, Astreia lounged on her celestial couch, one golden eye lazily open, the other slipping shut in sleep's embrace.
He'll be fine. I'm sure of it.
With a soft yawn, she drifted back into her eternal nap — the goddess of the moon, sleep, and shadows, watching over the first steps of a new legend.