Unknown Future

"Status," Grey commanded.

Name: Grey Everwood

Race: Human

Age: 7 years

System: Resource System

Power: Rishi

Soul Power: 500K

Magic Power: 1M(1.5M)

Strength: 350K

Agility: 450K

Wisdom: 500K

Charisma: 8

Techniques: Death Art, Void Blade, Moon Blade, Spear Art, Sun Blade, Star Blade, Heavenly Art, Demonic Art, Life Art, Blood Art, Cosmic Art, Battle Art, Escape Art, Heavenly Escaping Series, Dragonic Art, Art of Creation, Only Me Body Refining Art...

Skills: Etheric Probe, Microsight, Meteorite Descent, Enchantment, Mana Eye, Mana Vision, Switch, Spell Detection, Teleportation, Arcane Perception, Telekinetic Grasp, Moon's Descent, Star Fall, Blood Control, Conceal, Change, White Legion, Black Legion...

Abilities: Abyssal Wrath

Blessings: None

Bound Artifacts: None

Current Quests: None

Companions: None

Realm Allegiance: None

His magic power increased by 50%, this was a huge buff and that was why he was smiling.

After that, Grey kept practicing with his new ability, growing fonder of it with each use.

Many hours later, Grey stopped his training and exited his inner world. Just as he appeared in his room, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey Grey, come out. Breakfast is ready, and I have something to discuss with you," Aira's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Wait a minute," said Grey. He cleaned himself with magic, brushed his hair, and then snapped his fingers to change his attire.

He donned a slightly loose grey hoodie with 'GREY' written in bold letters on the back and 'the Greatest' in smaller letters just below. He paired it with black trousers featuring bright white stripes. All in all, he looked very adorable in those clothes.

Grey put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and opened the door with magic.

Aira, who was waiting for him, looked at him but didn't say anything. Although Grey was mature and tall for his age, he still looked like a small kid with lots of baby fat. He looked quite cute in Aira's eyes, but she kept those thoughts to herself.

Grey walked forward, overtaking Aira, who was looking at his back. Her eyes twitched as she read what was written there. She quickly caught up with Grey, and they started talking while walking toward the dining area.

Meanwhile, inside a castle made of white marble, a man sat on the throne, observing Grey and Aira as they talked. Although he could see what was happening between them, he couldn't see inside Grey's room or when Grey used magic. This piqued his curiosity, but he refrained from delving further, remembering the saying "curiosity killed the cat."

Another thing weighed on his mind: this little brat was a genius, one of the few he had encountered in his long existence. Those rare individuals hailed from the mainland.

Varelius sighed. "That kid, we need to have him on our side," he said. "He would be very helpful in the future."

He sighed again, closed his eyes, and folded his hands.

"Lucian go and invite him here. Tell him I have a gift for killing the betrayer Damien," commanded Varelius.

Below him, a shadow appeared silently, and the figure bowed. "As you wish, my lord," the figure said before vanishing.

"Samael invite all the nobles and powerful individuals in the royal city. Include an invitation card stating that an important meeting will be held tomorrow and everyone must attend," Varelius ordered another.

"Yes, my lord," a different voice responded from somewhere only Varelius knew.

The castle then fell silent, with Varelius sitting quietly on his throne, not moving an inch.

Valerius was a deeply caring person, whether as a father, husband, friend, or ruler of his realm. However, he had two major concerns weighing on his mind. First, his beloved wife, whom he cherished dearly, was missing. Second, his relationship with his daughter was deteriorating, as he struggled to understand how to handle and care for her.

His second concern was the upcoming competition in six years, which was proving challenging to prepare for. Valerius had not yet secured control over the inner areas of the forbidden zones; his influence extended only to the outer parts of the inner zone of the forbidden forest. Capturing the inner part of the forbidden forest was crucial for their growth and preparation.

Across the world, countless events were unfolding simultaneously, making it impossible for anyone to keep up with everything. Far away from the forbidden forest, hundreds of thousands of miles away, a boy of about 8 or 9 years old was intensely practicing with his sword. His stance was fierce as he held his sword before him, his movements creating a sharp aura that cut through the surrounding air and even sliced falling leaves from nearby trees with its momentum.

The boy executed a lightning-fast round arc slash, sending a shockwave of intense power that made the ground tremble where he stood. He remained still, lost in thought, his gaze fixed on his feet.

In an undisclosed location, two women sat inside a vast hall, surrounded by serene scenery with a flowing stream and singing birds. Both women had stunning appearances that could incite conflict between kingdoms and factions alike. They had blue hair, white skin, and golden eyes that drew attention to them.

The older woman spoke, her voice beautiful and captivating. "This generation is prime. Many new geniuses will emerge, along with reincarnations of heroes and villains from the past."

The younger woman listened attentively as her mother continued, "You are the pride of our family. Though I wish to shield you from all this, at only 8 years old, your decision-making surpasses mine."

The older woman looked into her daughter's beautiful eyes and added, "Since you've chosen to participate, do not let our clan lose its prestige."

Gazing at the tranquil scenery around them, the older woman reflected, "People come and go. They destroy, they build, they kill, they save. That's the way of the world, my daughter."

"I want to see you at the number one position," she declared, her words filled with determination. The women continued their conversation, discussing various matters as they sat together in that peaceful setting.

Scenes like these were unfolding all over, with many geniuses preparing for what was to come in six years. This competition would determine their strength, position, and future in the world.

Unaware of these events, Grey finally reached the dining area while talking with Aira. He made himself comfortable in a chair and noticed Selene curiously looking at him. Aira sat beside Selene, and they faced Grey across a huge table, the kind nobles typically used.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Grey asked, tilting his head.

Selene, silent for a moment, then rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin in her palms. "What did your parents feed you?" she asked.

"Dragon meat and giant's milk. Explains a lot, doesn't it?" Grey said sarcastically.

Selene chuckled "Have you ever seen a dragon?"

"Of course I have. He's of the species that can take humanoid form, and I'm also best friends with him," replied Grey.

"Let's put the jokes aside for now," Selene said, her expression becoming serious.

"Do you know what will happen to you after killing a fallen angel?" asked Selene.

"Nothing," Grey said confidently.

"Why do you think so?" Selene asked curiously.

"When I was fighting him, he said something like 'I am sorry, my lord' or mentioned betrayal. So, I think I helped your king clean up some trash who easily got corrupted by evil," Grey replied.

Hearing this, Selene felt he might be right and they continued with their chat.

As they started eating, Grey took his first bite and asked, "Who made this food?"

"Selene," Aira answered.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Grey said, nodding with a satisfied expression.

"You should be grateful for eating food this good," Selene remarked.

"I eat food better than this daily," Grey replied.

"I don't believe that," Selene said, refusing to accept it.

"If you don't believe it, then don't believe it," said Grey. "Your belief has nothing to do with my food. I can always get food better than this."

"You...!" Selene started to get angry. "I am not talking to you anymore. You're just a kid, so behave like one."

Grey turned to Aira. "Why is she getting angry?"

Aira shrugged. "I don't know."

They continued eating their food in silence.

After everyone finished eating, they sat at the table, feeling full. Grey's tummy looked slightly bulged. They were all resting after the big meal when Grey, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked in a specific direction.

Ding!

[Host, someone powerful is coming. Be careful.]

"I know," Grey said, standing up. "Aira, Selene, someone is coming."

Aira looked confused, but Selene, who also received a notification from her system, understood.

Right where Aira, Selene, and Grey were standing, black shadows began to gather on the ground. The shadows then transformed into a man with short white hair, dark eyes, and a great mustache, dressed like a butler.

The person was none other than the envoy sent by the lord of the realm to invite Grey.

"You, kid, are quite remarkable," said the butler, smiling warmly at the children in front of him.