A Package?

Part 0: Prologue.

 [Supposed Host Is Terrified] 

 [Supposed Host Is Experiencing Extreme Heart Palpitations]

 [Downloading Procedure Is Almost Complete]

 [Welcome, Lord Raphael Moonstone Of The Seventh, I am Helena, an integrated primordial existence comprising science and technology that exceeds that of the celestial tower and this planet. I am a gift from the Ethereal Gods to you.]

 Raphael could barely understand the words she said. What was she talking about? How did some Ethereal Gods learn about his existence, and why was he given a gift?!

 "There must be some mistake. You have the wrong guy. Trust me, I am just a regular guy with no innate ability.", he panicked, trying to convince the female voice in his head. 

 [Your incapability to inherit the Abilities and traits of your parents interest the Ethereal Gods. You have been allowed to become one of the most powerful beings in the celestial tower and, if possible, the whole world. This is your time to become a God, Lord Raphael. ]

 [With me, you will become unstoppable, which is a promise.]

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 CHAPTER 1!:

 Imagine going to one of the most popular schools in the world but. . . you are just a speck of dust in the eyes of everyone—a wasted sperm with no purpose. 

 Imagine being in a world where everyone got that particular skill. . . but you got nothing, absolutely zero skill, but you hail from one of the most powerful bloodlines in the globe. 

 Can you imagine that? 

 Good!

 Let's Go. 

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 The Unfortunate One; Ralph Moonstone.

 The one who could inherit anything from the royal family of the moonstones. Ralph had to bear their taunts and laughter every day here.

 Unlike everyone, Ralph possessed no particular skill. Almost everyone he knew had one talent or the other, but he didn't. 

 Ralph Moonstone's overall physical stats were that of a regular human. 

 He was brought to the celestial tower at age ten after his parents discovered he had nothing special. His lack of specialty forced them to send him away. 

 Although, The Celestial Tower isn't the wrong place either. 

 The Celestial Tower is a magnificent place. It has an inexplicable height that points to the sky. Several other building structures around it added to its grand design.

 It was a place for youths of different families born with one particular skill or another to come and learn about their limits, weaknesses, and potential.

 Unfortunately, Ralph, who had no innate ability, was like a burden on the tower's management—having to take responsibility for him if he were to get hurt as his parents were one of the top royals, if not the most feared bloodline in the globe.

 Of course, Ralph hated it all; he couldn't defend or stand up for himself. He has always considered himself to be very unlucky and cursed. 

 Today marks his journey into the year of his 20th birthday, but no one is making phone calls, no text messages or surprise gifts.

 He ignored his blank screen, placed his phone aside, and prepared for today.

 Today was a big day for the seniors of the academy, and of course, everyone was invited to the event, well. . . all except Ralph. 

 Ralph had no invitation, but he didn't care; he didn't want to go. he would only feed his eyesight so he wouldn't remain Indoors all day. 

 He recalled some people would be put into different guilds and operate on other ground floors to exterminate Exargons. . .

 Exargons are more or less demon-looking creatures that can assume any form they wish except human; except the evolved ones. 

 Several gates have been discovered to open up every now and then, said doors leading to the domain of the monsters. 

 The celestial tower came into existence because of it as a result of being put together by all the families in the globe to stop whatever plans the Exargons have in mind.

 Enlisting their children to go under proper training that will prepare them for the worst of Exargons. The tower captured one of the years back and studied on it for years . . .

 The discovered Exargons are broken into five stupendous level,

 • The first level; New born, said monsters at this level relies more on their Physical Condition.

 • The second level; increase in their height and physical stats changes and a little durability that makes them somehow tough to kill even at this level. 

 • The Third level; They can absorb energy to an extent of dwarfing their physical stats and possessing basic immunity to some set of skills. They seek flesh to sustain their existence (That's a fallback but their absorption for energy surpasses). They are capable of assuming a human form either by reanimating dead corpse or possessing a body

 • The Fourth level; A fourth level Exargon is highly dangerous compared to the third; the third night appears violent and dangerous. A fourth level Exargon is known to be more knowledgeable than the remaining levels. They possess authority over the lower levels and possess some prominent Magic abilities that makes them highly feared.

 • The fifth level; unspoken, A fifth level Exargon is considered a pure demon with innate magic and several other Abilities, so far the tower reveals their are no signs of the the fifth level and in other to become a fifth level Exargon,

 A fourth level Exargon must eat himself alive.

 Ralph entered the bathroom and welcomed the bright light on his face. He opened the tap and proceeded to rinse his face.

 He had black hair and deep black eyes. A well defined Charming face and defined physique. Abs where there are supposed to be but they didn't do much as girls in this era had interest in only powerful and rich men. 

 His milky white skin glowed under the light bulb. He kept rinsing his face till he was satisfied. He had bathed earlier so he could get ready on time, so all he had to do was just rinse his face and get dressed for the occasion.

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 Few minutes later, he was already tucked in long blue sleeves and a black thick jeans coupled with a pair of two sparkling white sneakers from a famous brand.

 Even though he lived in one of the hostels provided for the tower, Ralph still tasted the wealth of his father as he only received a large box of a series of materials at the end of every year. 

He made sure he was looking decent, even if he was going to remain powerless forever, he would at least look decent and not . . . unfulfilling.

 He reached out to his door knob and made a little twist in opening the door. 

 Ralph stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell upon a brown package that was resting on the front porch. 

 What could be innit?